Thread: WakeEscapist's Dream Journal

Nice journal, very clear to read , good that you use DreamJournal program
I've subscribed to this thread

Thanks for reading and subscribing, you give me great incentive to maintain this journal. I know the first several days will be the most difficult to develop a habit. I'm glad I browsed around the forums and found the DreamJournal program before I began this, it is a huge convenience, which will also lend a hand in the consistency of entries

To other readers: feel free to comment or ask questions. I'm a pretty open person and there isn't really anything I'm against discussing in greater detail publicly (at least as far as "public" goes here on the threads)

Thanks everyone, peace.

Originally Posted by WakeEscapist

I know the first several days will be the most difficult to develop a habit.

I don't think keeping a DJ is that bad It's actually pretty fun going over your (if that's the right phrase) dream again

26.02.2010

Night 2 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed around 12:30 or 1:00 AM after setting my phone alarm for 6 AM. I woke up at 4:48 AM because I had to pee. I wrote down keywords, some of which don't make me recall anything, unfortunately. I'll include these vague fragments anyway in case they help to create a pattern or recognize dreamsigns or in case I remember the full dream at some point in the future.

There was something about Windows users seeing either a green blog or an orange blog. The color a user saw had some great significance in either telling the user something about his or herself, or signifying something major in their lives. I'm not sure, this was one of the notes attached to a very weak memory. The same dream morphed into a dark, sewer environment. It was extremely dark. I feel like I could only get around by an innate knowledge of the environment and other senses, like hearing movement and touching things. There were obese people with giant hooks as weapons in their hands wandering the sewer. I get the sense that superheroes were common and their may have been others besides myself in the sewer. I could get around quickly with a type of invisible web-sling/grapple power.I could basically raise my arm toward wherever I wanted to be and pull myself there magnetically and almost instantly. I wrote "room for 2" as a keyword and I believe that, in light of there being other superheroes (or maybe just one other) my dreamself was questioning the notion that both me and the other unknown power could exist in harmony or work together to eliminate the villains of the sewer. There was also a notion of grisly violence being required to slaughter these villains, such as the fat hook-wielders. Simultaneously I was aware that it was all very childish as well for some reason, likely because superheroes were involved. This was an eery contradiction, like a macabre scene of a bleeding teddy bear.

This is where I woke up at 4:48 and wrote a few notes about the previous in my paper dream journal.I hope the previous is not too vague to comprehend, it feels vague to me and I can only imagine the perspective of a reader not inside my own head Anyway, I peed and went back to bed and dreamt that I got back up to stay awake a while (maybe to attempt a WBTB). I was doing something on a notepad file on my computer, which was against the opposite wall it is on in waking life, when my Dad walked in. His appearance startled me. He seemed surprised I was awake but said he smelled something awful and opened my closet. He didn't see anything but I saw two fat piles of cat puke (that looked more like chunky oatmeal human feces) on the floor of the closet. We then had a brief conversation about how, if this were a hotel, there are people who would not clean it up because they could just check out and leave and not worry about it. I cleaned it up and threw it in a trash can that already had three plastic bags of different colors in it. Because of this I was (gratefully) able to triple bag the cat puke. I woke up and at first did not realize I had slept at all since I peed earlier. I lay there for a moment, I assume still trying to WILD or something, when my 6 AM alarm went off. I turn it off and write the notes to the dream above which I suddenly remembered. I decide to set my alarm for 7:00 in an attempt to remember more dreams or give me another chance to WILD.

I go back to sleep and have a sleep paralysis experience for the first time since reading about it. It feels like my body is broken into several large pieces and is nestled in white sand. My damned cat kept interfering and pulling me out of it. I entered this partial SP state three times before eventually falling asleep. I believe my 7:00 alarm failed because I have no memory of turning it off and no notes of it. I woke up at 10:25 to the memory of the following dream: I found myself in an apartment with Zach and Leiz. The apartment layout is pretty simple and generic, but I've never seen an apartment like it in real life. There is a vacuum-cleaner that is also a black dog that can talk, he claims to we extremely well dressed (though naked) and continuously asks to be taken out somewhere (as he is so well dressed, what better time is there?). There is a secret (but also not secret) laundry room attached to the apartment. From the laundry room there is a one way, thin bamboo window that allows someone from the laundry room to see into our apartment bathroom, but not the other way. I think this is really fucking shady and make a point to tell Zach and Leiz about it. I'm on my computer in my room (in this apartment) job searching. There is a large box of thin, colored, felt-tipped markers nearby. There is a wooden deck out back, which is several stories up. There is also a second bathroom which is part of our apartment but is located outside of out front door (where a storage closet might be). Very strange, but I think about the convenience of leaving to go somewhere, locking up, having to pee, and not having to unlock the door again.

I went back to sleep, despite having slept for over 9 hours, because I wanted to chances to LD. I remember a fragment of a dream in which some type of long, thing cigarettes called Magnums could interfere with ones ability to have a lucid dream. <--Come on, can I take a big hint or what? Yet still I fail to have a brain. I wake up at 10:49 and go back to sleep. Another fragment in which I'm trading stocks and someone gives me the advice to go to, wait for it, realitycheck.com for stock tips. <--Yes, I must be full retard in my sleep. I wake up and it is 11:01 AM. I went back to sleep and at some point woke up but wrote nothing in an attempt to DEILD. This failed and my previous dream memory was sacrificed to the dream gods. What I do remember (after returning to sleep) is that I was back in the "secret" laundry room from a few dreams back, only this time it was open air and not so secret. There was a very new and clean washer/dryer combo that was much bigger than the tiny one in our apartment. I think this is great because we can just use this one instead of the tiny one provided. There are also two silver pull-chain showers with short cement walls intended for privacy though they would barely reach one's waist. There is a mattress on the ground over in the grass (this is open air remember, it's missing walls on two sides). I lay down as if too sleep and then realize it's the middle of the night and I'm just laying around outside. I also notice that this mattress has been thrown away and I'm laying on top of a bunch of trash. At this point a huge black woman hobbles by on the street (which isn't to far). This part is weird beause I'm ashamed that she is going to notice me sleeping on trash and I know that she is going to walk over, and then she does. She mumbles something incoherent, to which I respond something, and then she walks away. I also think I was naked but under a blanket.







At some point by Dad appears and begins talking about some sort of data collection tax. I can't recall the details, but he is convinced that everything we do (even simple motions like moving our arms) somehow costs us money that goes to some corrupt higher power. I hear a loud thumping and get up and walk around the edge of the building. Hassan is up on the deck and cheering for (and claiming he is jealous of) the neighbor who can jump far. I get there just in time to see the neighbor (some guy in a forest green shirt) jump from his deck railing down to our deck. It's not really that amazing at all, but Hassan seems very impressed. It's unfortunate that so much happened in this same dream environment because I can't recall the order of things, and nothing is related so logic can't piece it together either, but...the laundry room was also a prison with two cells (and extremely weak security). I watch as Gary is brought in and put in the cell. The guard (I guess, I never saw him) leaves and the cell door hasn't even shut all the way. It's on one of those springs and shut slowly and Gary has time to meet two other DC cellmates, decide they are hopelessly retarded (like I'm one to talk) and say, "well, let's go," and catch the door before it closes.







We walk around the front of the building and an overexcited male DC (I want to say blonde) peels out in an orange muscle car before any of us even gets in. He drives through a fence and into the neighboring yard and almost around the corner before he hits the brakes. He cries, "come on," but we all stand there impatient while he throws it in reverse, almost backs into a wooden swing set, corrects himself, then backs toward us again. He is tearing up the grass and there are dirt tracks all over the yard now. Then I wake up and it is 11:58 and I decide I should get out of bed because I have had, at this point, around 11 hours of sleep.

Anyone else ever sleep that much? I slept 9.5 hours the night before. I usually force myself to get up, but I can almost always turn over and go back to sleep, and with a new shot at LDing that's exactly what I did this morning for two extra hours.

Oh well - thoughts/questions? This was a really weird night, but I'm glad I experienced what I think was the beginning of SP! I suppose it's also a good sign that lucid dream related things were showing up in my dreams even if I failed to recognize them.

Originally Posted by WakeEscapist

I remember a fragment of a dream in which some type of long, thing cigarettes called Magnums could interfere with ones ability to have a lucid dream. <--Come on, can I take a big hint or what? Yet still I fail to have a brain. I wake up at 10:49 and go back to sleep. Another fragment in which I'm trading stocks and someone gives me the advice to go to, wait for it, realitycheck.com for stock tips. <--Yes, I must be full retard in my sleep.

Haha that's damn funny You should put it on that thread called "Most stupidest ways you've missed becoming lucid"

Anyways, I've read your entire dream and it's quite interesting but it shocks me that you had 11 hours of sleep, because I don't know how old you are, but I'm 15 and tomorrow this morning I had difficulty re-falling asleep after 5 hours of sleep

(I've mixed up tomorrow and this morning on a several posts )

Keep up the good work, I'm definitely looking forward to hear more of your dreams

Thanks for reading - yeah, if this wasn't only my second night of active attempts I would be even more frustrated. I'm 24 and I've always had the ability to sleep forever, at least since puberty. I have to say, though, that my sleep increments get shorter and shorter the longer I stay in bed until I spend more time awake than asleep.

Gah - I've been busy this past weekend but I've got a few pages of dreamnotes to convert into detailed descriptions in DreamJournal. There should be a nice dreamdump coming later today or tomorrow! No lucids yet, unfortunately, but I've had a few in the past and I am determined to make them a regular part of my nightlife!