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Well, I finally decided to put up an online dream journal. It'll be dedicated to my lucid dreams, so you know, don't hold your breath. LOL. I mean, it might take a while. :) :P
NOTE TO ALL: Please feel free to give advice and post your comments if and when you have some. I need advice!! Please don't be mean to me. I'm fragil. LOL! Anyway, yeah, so, I'll put up my few past lucids and maybe it'll grow from there.
Sweet Dreams people!
Alrighty then!
FIRST THREE LUCID DREAMS
Sweet and simple. They were all induced by false awakenings. The first one I awoke and could barely see, did a RC, BAM! I'm lucid, got really excited, lost lucidity. Second, awoke, did a RC, BAM! I'm lucid, calm excited, can't get out of bed, wake up, lucidity gone. Third, pitch black, did RC, BAM! (lol) I'm lucid, did reality check, saw really neat patterns made of wrought iron, tried to get up, lost lucidity.
Yeah, I know, they were all poopie. We can't all start off great!
My Fourth Lucid Dream
(black=nonlucid part green=lucid part)
I decide to sleep some more and while drifting off I half-heartedly recall the dream I just awoke from. In the dream I was totally stuffing my face with food, to the point that I couldn't chew and the inside of my mouth was raw. Weird, I know. I never do stuff like that.Anyway, I go back to sleep and reenter the dream. First I walk into my bedroom and my sister is sleeping in here with me, like we're shareing a room. She has my bed and I'm mad because I don't want to sleep in her bed, I want mine. My mom says fine, she'll switch them but I have to stay on the left or it won't remain Catholic. (Like sense when did we become Catholic?? Whatever). Now I'm in a completly different house and I walk into this bedroom that's all pink: the capet, rugs, curtains, shears, bedspread, paint, EVERYTHING. My sister is laid up in the bed with a pink sleep mask on her forehead. She looks sick. I say 'it would be really funny if you were a boy laid up in all this pink'. She says 'I know,'.
I then go to the bathroom because my mouth feels really strange and tastes bloody. It's really dark in here even though the light is seemingly on. I check my mouth out, it's really swollen and raw. While I'm checking it my location changes to the Den in my house. I'm standing in front of the mirror. My hair is much longer, like I never cut it. I start playing with my tongue, sticking it out further and further until it's like 12" long and folding it into crazy shapes when suddenly I say, 'this cannot happen! What if I'm dreaming?' I do a RC, BAM! I'm lucid!!
My mom is standing in the hallway, I tell her I'm dreaming and how I know, she doesn't care (she never does). I ignore her and tell my sis 'we're dreaming! I mean, at least I am.' She asks how I know and I explain to her how I just became lucid. I then explain how writing makes no sense in dreams and read this Spanish advertisment that's on this screen. Words are spelled wrong, it makes no sense and when you move your eyes it becomes English. She's clueless. I say 'I'm not wasteing my lucid dream like this' and get up. . . .
. . . I run towards my bedroom and call out Aiden's name, hoping he'll be there (he's my dream lover/husband) (lol). He isn't. I'm disappointed. My location changes and I'm outside in a sunny park. I look to my left and see Aiden sitting behind the wheel of a black pick-up truck. I run towards him all excited. Now I'm in the truck sitting in his lap and we're totally grinding each other even though we're fully dressed. I'm very, very happy, and have no control of the situation. I wonder if I should ask him to teach me how to make out. I laugh because he's going to release inside his pants. Now a force is pulling me away, and I tell him to remember he's my dream husband, he looks confused.
I wish myself back to my bedroom and I'm now standing in an all white space. I can't think of anything to do. I'm bored (?). I give up my lucidity and go to a non lucid dream segment. . . .
My First WILD! (Friday May 15, 2009)
I decided to follow KingYoshi's advice in regards to WILDing. I laid down and repeated a pattern of laying still and then shifting and then laying still for ten more minutes and then shifting again. By the end of the second 10 minutes I felt a tingling in my feet and knew it was time to get really serious about laying still and being focused. I did a third shift and tried to get comfortable without moving too much. I adjested my clothing and settled in.
I also tied a scarf around my eyes to keep out the light (middle of the afternoon). I'm laying face down and I wait. I try to count and lose track of and start wondering in my mind. Eventually I just fall into a black space and I have no sense of time or sensation of myself or what's going around me.
I feel like I've blacked out. I see nothing, I feel nothing, I hear nothing. I feel weightless and non existant. I'm in a black void, space. I don't know how long I'm here but I suddenly feel my body materialize in bits and pieces, like I've just been teleported somewhere or something, like in those sci-fi movies. I recall that a lot of WILDs start off as false awakenings, so I expect to be in my bed. I feel the bed press up against me and my body returns. "I'm in," I say. "I did it."
I want to get up, but I'm not sure how. (In all of my past dreams I awaken before I can get out of bed). I feel like I'm floating above my bed but I can't see, it's dark. Apparently I succeed because I'm standing at my bedroom door. I walk out. The house is quiet. There is a door that is between my door and the door to the staircase. There isn't a door here in real life. My bedroom door is shut, I think about going in but I can feel a darkness coming from under the door and I'm a little scared so I decide not to go in. I swing the new door open; it's a very tall closet. I was hoping it would be a portal to a grassy meadow (I would love to do that in a dream!). I try to make grass grow on the floor, nothing. Darn.
I go through the door that leads to the staircase, I hear my mom talking on the phone. There's a mirror to my left. I'm afraid to look because I think my face will be distorted. I face the fear and I look normal. I try to eavesdrop on the conversation but I don't really care. I look at my hand, it looks normal. This is boring, I can't do anything. I go back to my room in hopes of WILDing in my dream. I leap on my bed and have the sinking/materialization sensation again and I hover over my bed. It's dark again. I do a RC but I don't believe I'm holding my nose. I know if I reach I will wake up. I reach, I wake up.
So yeah, that was my first WILD, it was boring. It was boring when I wrote it, read it, and typed it. LOL. Anyway, could you guys give tips for what I can do the next time I WILD?? Thanks!
Well, yesterday I tried to WILD, but it totally didn't work out. I kept drifting and waking up to thoughts that had nothing to do with anything.
It was probably bad because I was trying in bad conditions. Ah well, maybe I can try again today.
I'm hopeful!
Yeah, I don't think I can WILD again. I mean, I want to believe that I can, but it doesn't seem to be working out for me. I think the first time was just a fluke, a lucky shot. I know there is tons of advice out there about how and what to do, but I'd love to hear from you guys who are successful with WILDing!
Do help! Please!
For you who wanted to see me. :)
My hair looks different now, spikeier (is that a word??) and my bangs are longer, and of course that second picture is a while back as my hair isn't nearly that long anymore. :)
I'm home and I can't really recall what's going on right now. Anyway, I'm in our Dinning Room. Apparently I had just drawn my leg back through the window. Robert and Mom are talking. I have just gotten a splinter on my shin, it really hurts. I look at it and it's a bump with this whispy white stuff, like a piece or a woody flower. I also have an injury to the toenail on my left toe. I ask them to help me with my leg then I demand since they're ignoring me. I sit on the floor with my X-acto blade and scrape against the bum that is on my toe nail. It's painted black. It begins to bleed and I expect to hurt and even act like it does even though it doesn't.
I then address my leg which really does hurt. It looks like there's this bead/ball under my skin where it's sticking in me. Then for some reason I decide to question my situation. I stand up slowly, feeling very critical and ask 'how did I get here?' I began to answer the question and it sounds logical enough. 'No, no. I'm not satisfied. I need another test'. I start to be pulled from the dream, I can feel it. It's a weird sensation. 'No! No! Quick, another test!' I jump to see if I can float, but I have lost my bodily sensations and I'm watching the scene from the ceiling, everything is going hazy. I know I'm dreaming but I want solid proof. 'Spin to stay in!' I tell myself to spin and I believe I do, but I am no longer aware of myself. I watch myself and wonder about bumping into stuff, but my dream doesn't stablize. Lucidity lost. Dream end.
Note: When I awoke, my leg really did hurt in the same spot. I didn't bother to look at it, I wanted more sleep. :)
Well, I missed another shot at being lucid! :( That makes 4 instances in the past two weeks! This sucks! My body won't let me be lucid. It refuses to allow checks to works and when they do work I'm pulled out the dream. Why is that??
Finally!! I'm lucid again!
My alarm clock wakes me up. I'm surprised because the alarm is coming from the opposite side of my room and I wasn't aware that that clock had an alarm on it anyway. I want it to go off. After a moment it goes off, but comes on again. It goes off, I wait for it to come on again but it doesn't. My room is dark. I awaken from a dream in which I was masturbating, to find that I was acting it out in real life. I'm a bit surprised, but say, 'ah well, might as well finish it'. I move from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed and then lay on the floor with my covers. I have this weird sensation and my body rocks back and forth like I'm laying in a cradle. My vision does this weird freaky thing and I wonder if I'm possessed. I hear stuff, creepy stuff. I tell myself to stop it, that I won't allow this to happen and get up. I try to turn the lamp on, it doesn't work. I cross to room and try the wall switch. That doesn't work. Darn, the power must have gone out. I go back to my bed and the thought crosses my mind that device failure is common in dreams. I snatch my alarm clock and press the snooze button, the face doesn't light up. I practically scream 'hey this is a dream!' I'm so excited.
Oh, what am I going to do? I haven't been lucid in so long. I want to go outside but I'm not wearing any underwear for some reason. I am wearing the T-shirt I went to bed in though. I feel around for my glasses because even though it's a dream my vision is still crappy. I slip them on then I try to levitate and jump. It doesn't work. I then dive across the room in hopes I will fly but I crash, telling myself to the ignore the idea of falling or pain. I leave the room and hear this creepy sound coming from the Den. I try to ignore it and go into the hall and down the stairs. I'm about to go outside but there are like ten men out there and a fight breaks out. The whole time I do LOTS of RCs because I don't want to run outside practically naked. I'm so excited I don't even want to stop to put clothes on. I try to come up with a logical reason as to why the car will be in the yard and why I'll have access to it. I go back to my room and at one point I'm dressed and then at another point I'm just wearing a shirt again. The lamp is on in my room and the window is up so I know the neighbors can see me. I try to avoid the window while getting underwear from my dresser which is practically impossible. I then sit at the foot of my bed and put on the underpants which are super ill-fitted. I sigh, I'm just happy to be lucid.
My sister then walks in and is about to tell me something but I cut her off and say. 'Guess what?!' She say's 'What?!' Equally excited. 'I'm having a lucid dream!' 'What? Right now?' 'Yeah!' She then tells me I'm sitting too close to her tattoo stuff which has appeared on the floor beside me. I say oh and get up. We go sit in the dark Living Room and now my cousin is here. I want to tell him I'm dreaming since I know he too wants to become a lucid dreamer. Before I can we hear these creepy sounds and heavy footsteps approaching. I'm scared. My siter get's up and gives me the "be quiet" sign and walks towards the noise and says in a loud and clear voice. 'Hey Dad, could you pick that up?' The dread disappears and the "thing" turns out to be Dad. Dang, I say within myself. She has more control over my dreams then I do. I then snap my head up to say something to Dad and I have jerked equally hard in real life and I wake up.
I thought about trying a DEILD but I felt the sleep literally lift off of me and it was too late. While my dream was far from exciting I succeeded in becoming lucid again which was my goal. Prior to this I was trying to WILD, but it failed. It never ceases to amaze me how fast lucid dreams are. I tried to WILD for about 45 min, fell to sleep, dreamt and woke up in a span of less than two hours.
Freaky, Painful Nightmare Thing:(
I had this absolutely horrible dream the same day in which I had my last lucid dream. It was a little weird because it was both me but someone else at the same time. It was like I was like I was watching a movie, but everything that happened to the person, I felt it. The person was this woman, either a white woman or someone of an equally light completion, with long, glossy black hair. I/they were in my kitchen with that weird dude from the movie "Dare Devil" who had that weird crest in his forehead. Anyway, he wanted her/me to float this spinning popsicle stick in the air. He did it and then she/I followed suit. I knew that when I finished he would hurl one at my face so I was prepared and blocked his attack. The stick pierced my arm and I felt it!
He became angry and lurched at me. She/I backed away but he managed to pull the pins from her hair and threw them at me as I turned and ran towards the Den in my house. I pins went through my body, my back, legs, arms, neck, and face. The pain was unimaginably real. I've never been stabbed before, but I think I now know what it's like. I/she fell on the floor and I decided I should just play dead, but my posture made it clear that I was still alive. He came into the room. I/she was laying there trying to cover her face with her arms. I began to wish him away, just wish it would stop. I then saw the light catch a thin knief he had in his hand and I really freaked then.
I knew he was going to cut my throat, and I was going to feel it. I started screaming. I don't think I can even scream that loud or that high in real life, but I did and didn't stop, wishing with my whole being for it to stop. I heard something pop and I realized I could no longer hear. I had lost my hearing. Then something like a white light filled my eyes and the situation was gone. I didn't awaken but the dream was gone.