I normally go to bed between 11 & 12 midnight and wake up around 9:30am. |
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I normally go to bed between 11 & 12 midnight and wake up around 9:30am. |
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Last edited by Roseburg; 12-29-2013 at 08:10 AM.
I'm going to bed at 12-12:30, I don't foresee good conditions for a successful lucid dreaming session. I can recall nothing about my dreaming last night, I know I had some dreaming but can't remember the contents. I am visiting my in laws for the holidays, this is throwing me off. I have noticed that since using Lateral Kava Root for managing my alcohol cravings (successfully) for the past 3 months, my dreams are more vivid consistently. This is truly a bonus! If anything happens I will wake up and write it down, but being stuck on a futon for a week and a half has been really hard on my back and my dreaming. |
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Hi Roseburg, welcome to intro class! |
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Yeah! I'm home where I have WiFi access on something larger than my Kindle Fire! I am also back to my own bed and took a wonderful 2 hr nap today, so maybe I will get lucky and be able to dream lucidly tonight. I had 1 fragmented lucid dream 2 days ago, and it was really something. I was at a house with a very large indoor Olympic sized swimming pool. I played around for a while non lucid and approached an acquaintance from work at the far end, he was covered in bandages, his hair was falling out and he had open infected sores on his head. Still I didn't want to appear to notice because I didn't want to embarrass him. I said hi and called him by name "Jeremy" . We caught up for a little while, then I became lucid. He had said something that peaked my interest and my sub-conscience kicked in and I wanted to know more. Not wanting him to know I was fully lucid at this point I gently steered the conversation towards my goal. He told me about meeting bad entities, and somehow I think he sensed my disappointment and smiled knowingly (in an uncomfortable way) and casually said that he had met God as well. I asked him many questions about God, what he was like, what he looked like, did he tell him anything he felt was important. He changed a little into a handsomer man and steered the conversation towards sex and I gave in. Then I woke up. ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I am so frustrated with the sex thing, 3/4 the time the dream sex isnt even enjoyable, but some how the dream characters use that to get me to forget my purpose in the lucid dream. They are damn sneaky. |
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Welcome back and a happy lucid new year to you! |
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THANK YOU -yes! I am happy to have had a lucid experiance. I have had wonderful luck with searching out the spiritual within my lucidity and I have even met spiritually strong DCs who seem to have depth and intellegence within them. One was called a "Number One" I almost tripped over him/her (no obvious gender) |
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That's an interesting encounter! I was once similarly surprised by a DC touching my shoulder, since I usually don't think about what's behind and quite often there's nothing there until I decide to look. Unfortunately, it was just a regular guy. Oh, wait, there's one good brief somewhat intelligent conversation that I had with a female DC, I was looking for advice in general and she told me that one has to "live in harmony with the surroundings because it affects our DNA". That's as fas I got, then some kids stormed the room and the dream soon ended. |
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Not going to bed until 1:30ish am. |
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Hope you managed to get some rest after mixing up all the ingredients. So you have a great knowledge of all sorts of herbs and supps, that is so cool! Let us know if you stumble across some good vividness/recall enhancing ones. About the other thing, you sound like a determined person so I'm sure you will manage to reduce the occurrence of bad habit dreams sooner or later. Take care! |
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I had a lucid, I asked a DC what his favorite part of life was, He replied "death", I asked him to repeat that because I was sure I was wrong, He repeated it "I like death the best out of life." I asked him why, he told me something but I couldn't understand him, he tried a couple more times, but I couldn't get what he was saying. That is all I remember from the dream. I've had about 4 shells of ISA Kava tonight and think my dreaming may be more vivid, I will try asking this question again, hoping to understand the next answer. |
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Last edited by Roseburg; 01-08-2014 at 04:33 AM.
Congrats on the ld! Maybe this DC was into something very philosophical? |
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Last edited by NyxCC; 01-08-2014 at 11:53 PM.
***appologies for any content that may be deemed graphic i am simply reporting as is so I don't lose any important details*** Lucid dream on my birthday! Simple - I was about to have dream sex with a very good looking DC when I remembered my task. We were kissing very passionately but i could feel close to nothing as far as the sex was conserned. I realised he was going through the motions but didn't seem to enjoy this part. So I stopped him and smiled at him with my hands on his face. I asked him what his favorite part of life is he replied " the kissing-because he could feel that" I then asked if he didn't enjoy penitration he shook his head and said "we do it for you but I dont have that anymore." I decided we should just keep kissing because he could still feel that. I felt this was an important conversation. I am always left with more questions than awnsers. Yet I enjoy their answers very much. |
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No worries! Congrats on the ld! Very impressive you managed to interrupt sexy time and question the DC. This can be quite a difficult task. |
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Back after a dreaming haitus. Dreams are very vivid and extreamly discinbobulated.Having a hard time finding focus in dream- I am sucked into the story to easily. |
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Welcome back! |
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having very vivid dreams but no recall or little recall |
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Breakthrough! Full recall this morning. It is time to meditate on my RCs...its time to get back to lding. Kava levels in my body are no longer affecting the dreaming chemical balance. I can have my sobriety and dream too! |
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Only early morning dreaming. Drinking dreams, nothing lucid. They kind of annoy me since i've been sober for sometime now. Oh well. I believe tonight will be different. Sometimes you can feel that it is just the right atmosphere for lucid dreaming. |
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It can be annoying, yes. Also, possibly not the best thing to think about, but could be theoretically used as a dream sign... |
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I fell back asleep around 8:30 am. And I had a dream that I was seemingly no longer an alcoholic but able to have fun and party if I wanted too. Then the dream spun into a divergence of reality and obvious non reality- my hallway filled up with water and the bottom dropped out to make it a short pool. I stood looking at the water, feeling a negative presence. I looked up and saw a demon that had black eyes and tried to say something to me but in anger that I was being deceived I yelled at it to go away. "You are a deceiver!, You have no control over me! Get OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" "YOU are Simply a thing of my mind- NOW DISAPPEAR!" And I blew it into dust with my mouth. I then wanting to prove to my self the utter silliness of the situation belly flopped into the pool, and the water felt like condensesd air but not wet like water and I levitated myself a few inches from it. I realized the significance of the dream- that I could speak out, when before my voice would become muted and I couldn't hear my self shout. I gained some sort of power this way, mental or spiritual in some way. Between this and the next dream sequence I tried to wake my self up but I couldn't pull myself through to consciences and saw my physical body trying to separate from my spiritual body. It was not going to happen so I let myself slip back into dreaming. Next I remember realizing that I had been on some sort of wild drug and alcohol binge that I could not remember. I had sewed the sides of my arms like I had been sutured for a wound. I realized that this was bad, that I had been completely gone mentally when this happened. I went to my husband and said I know something happened but I cannot remember using or what I did what did I do? He explained to me that at first I was happy and energetic, almost crazy- thinking I could fly and making sounds like a jet engine, then it turned dark. I closed my eyes and I could see flashes of memory almost like circus posters first of the fun and manic episode and then the darkness that took over. He shivered and said that it was something special I could do that. He then said he would remove the stitches from my arm- my father called and I woke up. |
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This morning between 9 and 11 I had a loosely lucid dream. I was traveling the world and had stopped on a rocky arctic shore on the edge of a small town. I sat on the very edge and looked out, I looked down and saw a piece of the rock was loose so I moved it away and saw someone had been hiding things in a small hole on the rock. I looked through these things one by one and put them back, but decided to keep one as a memento that I had been there and left something of mine in it's place. Then I heard someone and realized I was now right up against the back porch of one of the arctic houses. They looked like houses out of the movie "Shipping News". I had to get out fast before they thought I was trespassing. SO I shot strait up and flew away. In the same dream I saw a movie theater I recognize from several other dreams, I've seen it at least two other times. Every time I see it, it intrigues me and looks like something retro and old fashioned, or has that vibe to it. I think it is intriguing that I remember this place and it appears the same as if it was real somehow. |
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That's a cool dream, congrats! |
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I had a very vivid dream about seeing a dear departed friend. I was touring a museum and walked into some kind of a meeting room where I immediately recognized my elderly friend Alma and called out her, she turned around and said in her sweet souther drawl "Oh Honey it's so good to see you come over here so I can hug you!" I did, I ran over and hugged her as tight and long as I could, I snuggled right into her, I have missed her so much. She said "Oh, that is just Yummy!" (lol - it seemed to make sense at the time, that she loved the hug and called it that.) She was no longer frail, she didn't have a breathing tube, and she could stand without a walker. I told her I was so happy to see her and I really was. Whenever I see people who have passed I always see them as younger and healthier versions of themselves. I remember one exhibit that they were still working on because my husband and I went there next, it was a long hallway with different colors of rock stratified to represent the different eras- but the rocks were loose and my husbands math professor also happened to be walking with a friend, she told us to be careful because they were still working on the exhibit. |
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Thanks for sharing this. |
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