lazerblade
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This is one of several dreams I had last night. The dreams had a few characters in common, but were totally different. I don't remember the sequence, and I don't remember much about many of them. This is the most coherent one, and the one I remember best.

(BTW, I do recall a bit about my dreams almost every night and wright about them. I just post ones that are exceptionally coherent and recalled.)

Date: 01/27/2012
Dream title: Excursion into the night
Technique: WILD
Result: Fail
Recall: 3/5
Participation: Passive

We're at a log house belonging to a family my family is friends with. It's a house IRL, and it's correct on the inside and outside, but a different family we are just meeting lives there. The rest of my family is apparently here to. The hostess starts preparing some of her homemade soda for an old friend of the family who is there also. Or ham that is, they keep changing. Of course, I'm too thick to notice. I just assume I was mistaken last time I looked. I mean, rootbeer and ham look a lot alike right?

After a bunch of conversation that I don't pay attention to, my family decides to go for a walk before it gets dark, while our old friend stays here to chat and wait for the ham. Oh wait, I guess I didn't see it right. It's ROOT BEER. We go out and at first things are 100% accurate to the country neighborhood this house is in IRL. After a bit though we go past some very odd vents in the ground. After we pass those, it starts getting dark and we try to head back.

It only takes five seconds for everything to get pitch black, which also didn't tip me off. We start running a few seconds prior to the 100% darkness, and end up back at the log house, although it's an obvious dream teleportation now that I think about it. Out old friend is putting the remaining grape so-ahem-ham in the fridge. He compliments the hostess quit a bit. Says it's awesome, even to the point that he'd totally do whatever favours she asked for a month just for 1 bottle. Of ham. she laughs and says she has young boys coming to her house all the time promising to do favours for a week to get 1 bottle.

After that, the dream went on but started to fade and become less intelligible. After a bit everything changes and I'm in a different dream.

This experience sticks out to me not only because it was my re-introduction to dreaming, but also because it was my only successful WILD to date.

I have my paperware DJ in front of me, but the entry for this experience is more a set of notes than a good recording. Fortunately, it's been enough to keep my memories mostly alive. I've decided to accurately transcribe it here.

Date: 09/26/2011
Dream title: Lucid Street
Technique: WILD
Result: Success
Recall: 4/5
Participation: Passive


I lay in my normal sleeping position and stay quite still. I don't know anything about WILD except the definition. I let my imagination run wild in front of me while I try to concentrate on the fact that I'm dreaming. I decide to just wait until I'm dreaming.

I often let my imagination go wild the way I am now. It's very immersive. I do it for example, when I'm on a road trip and need to sit and do nothing for hours on end. After awhile, I decide to stop imagining. I must have something that I need to get to doing.

I find myself standing in a misty alleyway apparently near dusk. I think back to what I was thinking about before I started imagining. Through this I remember that I was trying to have a WILD and realize that that is exactly what has happened.

I look around to take notice of my surroundings. The alley is a mixture of street scenes from movies and shows I've seen. If I had to name an era, I'd say the 50's. The buildings that make up the pathway are connected together, forming an abnormally uniform wall of grey cement blocks on either side of the alley. The cobblestone street which people walk to and fro on has a bit of litter spread here and there.

I relax and try to mentally enforce the fact that I am dreaming. I rub my hands together and spin myself to try to strengthen the dream.

A woman wearing the cloths of Lois Lane from some old school Superman show I used to watch approaches me from the existent but non-vivid collection of people passing by. Her skin is unusually pale, mixing with her skinny face to give a somewhat malnourished look. She has unrealistically large dimples, black curly, hair to her shoulders, and red lipstick.

She stops in front of me and begins talking. I think it's English, but I can't make out what she's saying. The dream starts fading, and things start to dim. She becomes even more unintelligible. I get excited(made things worse) and start rubbing my hands like crazy to try and maintain the dream state. Things still keep fading faster and faster despite all my efforts. I reflexively start blinking to try to get my vision more clear.

A final blink finds me awake again. I do a reality check or three to make sure I'm actually awake. I am.