jcallinor

Non-Dream/Non-Lucid/Lucid

Before the lucid part of my dream I remember that I was in an RV looking upstairs, watching the floor move up and down.

I am standing with a group of people near train tracks. Suddenly they get agressive and I jump for the train that is moving past us. I find that I have wedged my feet into the outer structure of the train and I begin holding on for dear life. Then I try and move my body through the train to no success. As I do this I wonder how moving my body would ever be possible and realize that I am lucid.

I jump off the train and fly away from the town to a mountain-like structure. I check my hands and realize that I have six fingers. I try rubbing my hands together but I am only able to rub them against my arms as my hands are sticky. I then fly off the mountain and find myself in a friend's coat room. I look for something to smell and find my hair gel. I sniff it and am hit back with a string sent that overpowers my nose and hurts a bit.

After this I notice that the dream had increased clarity tremendously and I try to move forward, but then encounter Aster from Dexter.

Then I wake up

Non-Dream/Non-Lucid/Lucid

I am walking down a busy street when I perform a reality check and realize that I have six fingers. I look away and the fingers have not changed in number, so I become lucid. I try and change the number of my fingers by pulling off the excess finger, but decide against it once I remember other lucid possibilities. I then try an activity that has been eluding me for the past few dreams - flying. This time, however, I decide to begin the flight neo-style and jump from the ground to the air. I look around and realize that I am flying in mid-air. I take a couple swimming strokes to steady myself and take off (again as neo) with my arms by my sides. This causes me to fly straight into the ground. However, I am not discouraged as I feel minimal pain. I repeat the process again except this time hold my hands a-la-superman which allows me to fly with stability.

I fly over to a diner by the lake that surrounds the town and set myself down near the entrance. I then try another of my lucid goals: to become a super-sayan. I hold my hands in front of me and yell "camee camee caaaa!!!" in an attempt to make a light beam come out of my hands. The only thing that comes forth are small crystal-like particles in front of my hands that look like the beginnings of a light beam. After a few seconds I try again, this time with zero results. I then decide to go inside and see what is happening inside the diner. I look at the peaceable people having lunch and smash a table to pieces, (probably angry over my failed light beam attempt). The manager throws me outside where I was before. I then notice a large pole, presumably for telephone lines. I fly to the top of it and start peeing off the edge. I then look down and see a woman from the diner watching me. She asks me how I was able to fly up there and I tell her that we are in a dream. She is fascinated with the idea and asks me to teach her how to fly. I come down from the pole and tell her to jump into the air and use swimming strokes to stabilize the flight.

Suddenly I find myself in the middle of an intersection. The woman is there along with two other men who apparently want to learn to be lucid as well. I tell them all that we are going to fly to Paris and that they all should just follow me. I then crack a joke which I dont remember, but it went over well. We all jump into the air and start flying. As we go higher and higher I begin to lose control of the flight as gravitational instincts set in. I'm not sure when or why, but we all veered off into the building, flew through walls, and ended up in a room. I then decided (not sure why) that I would kill all of them in Saw-esque traps. I followed them around the room but they seemed aware of my intentions and evaded me at every step. After a while I decided that it would be pointless to continue and tried flying away to Paris by myself. However, I was pulled back into the room.

And I woke up

Non-Dream/Non-Lucid/Lucid


It's been a while since I've recorded a dream, and since then they have been getting less and less vivid


I find myself in a cave stashed away in the mountains. Outside snow covers the ground and almost obstructs our exit. I am with a partner who tells me that we need to stash away the spoils now. I look around the cave and find that metal cages with doors line the walls. Inside the cages are piles of something I can't make out. I then sense something and move towards the cave door. I realize that this is a repeat dream (though I don't become lucid) and wait for the intruder to move into the cave. She does and a very tall semi-attractive women walks into the cave area while pointing a gun at me. She tells me to stop bagging up the supplies because I am caught and it is useless to resist. Instead of listening to her I walk into one of the cages and start bagging what I now recognize to be candy. My partner tells me to stop but I just keep on doing it. Then the woman intruder walks towards me and tells me that she has always been in love with me and that she will help us escape. The woman walks over to the cage opposite the one I'm in and starts stealing bags of candy. My partner is surprised but helps out the woman nonetheless. The woman continues to go on about how we are going to spend the rest of our lives together and this candy is the key. She grabs a bag of something and tells me that if I really love her I will take her bag of candy. I oblige but then walk back to the cage to steal more which for some reason enrages her. I am now aware that the woman only wanted me to take candy that she likes and as I started grabbing jolly ranchers and starburst she gets more and more angry. I then tell her that I don't need her and that I steal alone. As I grab some baguettes from the opposite cage she becomes enraged and attacks me.

Now I'm in a hotel and trying to get an elevator. As one opens going upward I don't see it until it is too late and it closes. Discouraged I wait for the next one and immediatly hop on it. The elevator is pitch black and for some reason has caught something that belongs to somebody. I then find myself on my floor, do something, and take the stairs to the ground floor. The ground floor opens up into a beautiful reception hall with chandeliers everywhere and a sophisticated feel.

Now I'm at a picnic with two of my friends. One is being forced by the other to hang around. I ask him about how he got hooked into being with my friend and he says "bad luck." I then take the other friend over to the opposite field and show him the airplanes I had acquired in the candy theft. I tell him I brought two airplanes because I couldn't tell if he wanted the basic or the advanced one. He thanks me.

Then I wake up and realize that the last few images were only a dream. I look at the clock and it says 10:58'60 which to me means that I should be going to sleep and getting ready for a huge assignment I have on Monday. I then try to go back to bed by visualizing my dream as I look at the clock and find myself being pulled in as a voyeur watching a woman get into an alien spacecraft and fly into space.

And then I wake up

Non-Dream/Non-Lucid/Lucid

My alarm didn't wake me up for my WBTB and I ended up sleeping the entire night. Because of that I have low recall and had low levels of consciousness in each dream.


Dream 1:

I am a waiter of some kind. Something happened I guess....

Dream 2:

I am standing in the hotel lobby of the Hilton hotel near Blake Minnesota. I am coming down to the first floor in the elevator. When the elevator lets everyone off I walk forward towards the lobby and then turn right towards the restaurant. Another right into the restaurant shows me that all of the tables are gone except for one which my parents are sitting at. I walk up to them and ask them what they want. They tell me that one of their cables connecting the table to the internet is loose and they need me to connect mine in. I agree and take the cord I am apparently carrying around and attach it to their table and then to the wall outlet. I then ask them if that is all they need, they say yes, so I leave. On my way back I hear my parents calling my room again asking for my brother to come down with his cable. I am jealous that my parents would prefer my fake brother plug in cords than me, so I wait right next to the turn into the restaurant for my brother to show up. Sure enough, a few seconds later I see someone turning the corner with a pink Ethernet cord in his hands. I tell him that it turns out our parents didn't need the cord anyway and that he should just turn around and go upstairs. However I tell him I should keep his cord just for safe keeping. He agrees without much argument and goes back upstairs. After my brother has left in the elevator I walk into the restaurant, tell my parents that my brother got lost and I have a spare cord, and then plug in the pink cord when my parents say nothing to the contrary. I first plug one end into the table and as I am plugging the other end into the wall

I wake up

Non-dream/non-lucid/lucid

I am at my summer camp being introduced to the new kids that I will be taking care of for the next few weeks. I tell them to go to the opening campfire and they leave me alone at the dinner table. I go out of the dinner hall and down to the old campfire that i used to gather around as a kid. After seeing no one there I decide to go up to the normal campground and find that all the kids have gone into the newly constructed campfire building. I shake it off and decide to go to the open tent where all of the counselors are surrounding. I meet my friend and we start talking about the girls there. I notice one that I think is really attractive and tell my friend that I am going to try and get her attention. I grab the hose and run through the tent spraying the ground as I go to make a sort of slide. I end up on the other side to hear the laughs of everyone in the area as well as a smile on the face of the girl. I go around the tent back to me friend and am greeted with disbelief. He tells me that I am crazy to do something like that. I notice the jealousy in his voice and chuckle at my accomplishment. The girl I'd been looking at come over and tells me that she thought I was really funny a second ago, and though there is an age difference she'd love to go out with me sometime. It is at this point that I recognize that I am a 30 year old man (girl is 18), obviously I am surprised but I take her number anyway and walk away from the tent.

I find myself back at the dining hall and decide to enter. Inside I am greeted by thousands of shelves stacked with toys and candies and elves who are moving around the area. I immeditaly recognize the place as my projection of santa's workshop, however this doesn't phase me in the least as I head for one of the aisles. I reach the third aisle and collapse on the floor. I am reminded of my children and how much I miss them and start to cry (weird dream), I then hear my cell phone ring and I pick up to find myself talking with the girl from the tent. She tells me that she can't wait for our date; I make a quick excuse and hang up the phone.

I then close my eyes, and when I open them I am in the center of town going towards a doctor's office. After noticing the redneck scenery I enter the offices and head to my room. I remember that my purpose for being there was to get a checkup to see if I can pilot the camp's speedboat. The doctor comes in and she tells me that everything checks out, only they would have to take a semen sample and feel my prostate. I am then aware that the girl from the tent is in the room as I notice the x-ray on the table which shows an arm wrist-deep into someone, (presumably me in the future). I flat out refuse and convince the doctor that it is unnecessary. She agrees and takes me upstairs where I find half the town awaiting the results of the exam. I tell them that everything went fine and we leave the offices. I then find myself on a bus with these people and walk up to the girl to talk. After a few comments about the people around us the dream starts to fade and I wake up

non-dream/non-lucid/lucid

Note: before the dream I turned off the heater in my room

I had a false awakening and wake up freezing. I clutch my hands to my chest and let out a huge breath of air which crystallizes in front of me. After getting a sense of my sorroundings (everything in my room seems normal), a woman bursts through my bedroom door. She claims that she is the mother of one of my classmates and wants me to be her son's partner for a theatre presentation. I am hesitant so she approches me with a menacing look which forces me to hide in the corner behind my bed which I kick towards the woman to make room. I tell her "fine I'll do it! Just stop freaking me out!" and she leaves. I sit up in my bed and take a moment to unwind from the previous experience. The I exit my bedroom door.

I find myself in my theatre room about to preform the scene, except I find that I have forgotten to do any work. The teacher looks close to be calling on us and I freak out and run out the opposite door. I find myself in my english class during lab day. I sit down at one of the computers to seem inconspicuous, but am soon found by my english teacher who tells me to go to class immediatly. I am followed into the room by my partner who I now recognize as my friend nate. He tells me to follow him back into the class or else we will both fail. At this point my teacher reminds me of an essay I have due tomorrow in a very condescending tone. I close my eyes to avoid the situation and when I open them I find myself in a parking lot.

All my friends from the debate team are running towards a door at the opposite end of the parking complex. Realizing that we are heading towards a tournament I run to catch up with them soon finding myself running through the door. The door heads into a comfortable estate that is owned by the worlds most respected philanthropist. We all rush through the door and stop on a dime as we take in the elegance of the room. I walk through the room looking for the philanthropist and in having no luck rush out the opposite door into a garden. There all of my debate friends catch up with me and we start discussing how we will each probably do at the tournament. I joke with John about how terrible my partner is and bet that we will lose every round he has a major part in. After a few minutes I look to the end of the garden and find a door which I realize opens into the philanthropist's room again, except inside my ex-girlfriend is waiting for me. I tell my friends that the only way forward is through that door and we all rush through it. I find myself again in the elegant room and rush through it as I did before except this time we end up in a hotel lobby.

I realize that we have arrived at the debate tournament and I rush down the halls to catch up with my friends who are choosing rooms. As I run down the fancy reception hall lined with blue wallpaper I come across my debate coach. I yell: "were is everyone." He responds with: "they're choosing rooms to your right." I turn right and come upon John and Nate who are eagerly moving in and out of hotel rooms to see which one they liked. I asked them where Bennet and Parth are and they tell me to look in the back entrance where everyone is gathering. I run down more similarly furnished hallways and come to a sun-filled back room where I can see a broken down gift shop and outside a terribly kept garden. I then think to myself that the only time this hotel gets any buisness is when MBA hosts the debate tournament here. As I look outside waves of debaters begin flooding in in search of their own rooms. I hear someone yell that because there are no tenants except for debaters in the hotel everyone gets their choice of room. I immediatly rush back to where Nate and John were picking rooms. On the way back I notice Margret, who is wearing see-through tights and is amazingly attractive in them. I rush by and for a few munutes am still looking at her. However, when I remember my job I keep running. I find John and Nate as debaters fill the hallways and tell them that we should take the elevator to the second floor where there will be a better view. They agree and we take the very slow elevator ride to the second floor. Nate and John get off and run towards the rooms. After a few seconds I decide that there are probably better rooms on the bottom floor and get back in the elevator. As the door is closing I notice the far wall that is made entirely of glass and marvel at the sun as it streams through. The elevator doors close and I move down to the bottom floor. The elevator doors open into a small glass box that looks into a sort of terrarium that is filled with and old english rooftop. I move back into the elevator and notice that I now have a visitor: a small boy with clown makeup on his face. I look at him for a second and he seems as though he has a demonic presence about him. I then watch as he waves to something out of the glass box and see an even more frightening girl sitting on the rooftop, dressed in a similar manner. I am so frightened that I run into the elevator and press the number two button. However the button seems to be broken as the elevator refuses to move and the doors refuse to close. I then get into a sort of frenzy and push the button multiple times at a rapid pace. At this the elevator and the glass box become dislodged from the building and speed across the terrain. I look around as houses rush past me and cannot make sense of what is going on. I tell myself that it is impossible for elevators to move sideways on their own. I look at my hands and notice that they are blurred and difficult to make out. I then come to the realization that I am dreaming.

At the time where I figure this out the elevator-glass box has lost its top and is simply a sort of sled. Now lucid I decide to try a trick I learned on my first lucid experience except on a larger scale. I make the entire elevator structure immaterial and we begin to move through buildings as if they were air. As we near the hotel again the structure starts accelerating at a faster pace. We approach the building and we are thrown out of the structure and land on the ground outside the hotel. I look at the clown-boy who has changed into a normal child and is now playing on the playground outside the hotel. I then make sense of my lucidity and decide to stay in the hotel area and attempt to fly. I jump in the air and am thrown to the ground by gravity. This is the clearest dream I had ever experienced and I was still a little worried about falling. I gave up flying then and there and looked for other means of aerial transport. I look over to the playground where the boy is driving a fake car. I walk up to the fake car next to it and tell myself that it can fly. Without thinking I make the car lurch forward into the air, climbing higher and higher. The boy next to me follows suit and soon we are both driving wooden cars high in the sky. I enjoy this for a few minutes and then decide to touch down in the elegant room that I ran through to get to MBA. I enter the doors (not followed by the child who has taken off on his own) to find the entire place dark with trash everywhere. The entire room has changed into a storage unit with shelves dominating the space. I walk down to the third row and see a sheet thrown over a body. A man approaches and tells me that the philanthropist Kate Hudson has died and that they are throwing a vigil near the hotel. I look around for a second and then realize that I am wasting time that could be utilized elsewhere. I rush out the door and fly back to the hotel, (actually flying but still under the impression that I can't fly). I approach the building and once again turn myself immaterial. I then fly through several rooms passing Margret, who looks bored and is sitting on her bed. Lucid sex crosses my mind, but as it does I lose immateriality and crash against a wall inside a hotel room. In the room forensic experts are examining a prostitute writing around in bed with someone who is attempting to stab her. One of the forensic experts tells me that I can have sex with the prostitute, but I decline, become immaterial and rush through more walls trying to find Margret. After running through a few rooms I find that I have reached the limit and fall out of the hotel towards the ground. I hit down hard and find that it is now night. Still under the delusion that I can't fly I search the playground for another car to pilot. I find myself face to face with a volleyball net, turn immaterial, but as I am about to slide through the net I but my hands out which turns me material again and causes me to become tangled in the net. I shake off the net and find another wooden car which I pilot towards the former elegant room. I enter the room and rush down to the aisle that held the dead body. The man I met earlier is waiting there with several other people and is explaining that Kate has been moved to the funeral home, and that in her place he has recieved a dead swordfish to present. I then notice a swordfish (sans-sword) who is lying against one of the shelves. He then snaps his fingers and two more appear, each larger than the previous, and one with an actual sword. Aware again that I was wasting time I move out the back door and find myself in a hotel room owned by my parents who apparently followed me to MBA. I look around the room and my parents remind me about the essay I have due the next day. Not wanting to deal with that I turn around and look at the bedside lamp. I start to feel the dream fading and rub my hands together vigorously and yell out "increase lucidity!" I then have the odd sensation that I have stopped myself from entering into my actual body and I am kneeling on my bed, rubbing my hands. My sense of touch then increases dramatically, as does my sense of taste, smell, and vision. I am now much more conscious and decide to make a sandwich appear. I picture a sandwich behind a picture on the nightstand and instead find that I am already chewing it. Satisfied I rush out of my parents room, out of the non-elegant room, and fly back to the hotel. I now find the park crawling with suited men looking for me. Looking for a car to pilot I jump in one of the men's black Ferrari rev the engine and begin driving.

Then I wake up in sleep paralysis. I remember the instant-wild post on DV and try to wiggle my "phantom arm" but the entire time I am distracted by my shoulder which developed a cramp while sleeping. After accidentally moving my actual arm I decide to try and DEILD, however I come the the conclusion that I now absolutely nothing about DEILD and am too distracted by my shoulder to attempt to WILD. So I get up and try and recall the dream

I had terrible recall last night - probably because I never reached the final stage of REM because I had to wake up early

So in the place of a remembered dream I thought I'd post some reflections on the way I have been going about lucid dreaming for the past 2 weeks

Day:

Throughout the day I do reality checks in time with an alarm that rings every so often on my phone. That way I have an outward stimuli that could introduce the reality check in the dream state and I won't have to totally rely on recognition. I preform four reality checks (Looking at hands, squeeze my nose and try to breathe, look around for inconsistencies in my surroundings, and look at text/numbers twice to see if they change).

Additionally I look a dreamviews throughout the day and watch this lucid dreaming subliminal video: http://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.c...nal-video.html

Night:

Before I go to sleep I meditate while listening to binaural beats and repeat the manta "the next time I dream, I will do reality checks and realize that I am dreaming." While this happens I imagine past and possible dreams in which I do reality checks and become lucid. After this I listen to a hypnosis video involving lucid dreaming mainly to get myself tired enough to fall asleep. Then I try and fall asleep, thinking about nothing in particular.

Around four and a half hours later I wake up and stay up for 40-60 minutes going on DV to post my latest dream or just reading about lucid dreaming. Then I try and fall back to sleep the same way I normally do


Problems:

1) I have a lot of trouble with going to sleep, it has gotten better with a better understanding of how I fall asleep but some nights I lie awake in bed and am unable to sleep until after an hour. And I have yet to sucessfully fall asleep after waking myself up at 4:30

2) Only two lucid dreams, and I've been at this for 3 weeks


Revisions/Additions:

1) Place less focus on the suggestion (meditation) portion of the night and focus most of my auto suggestion as I am falling asleep
2) Only wake up for 20 mins during my WBTB + MILD

Dealing with no sleep:

3) Don't drink too much water before bed
4) Exercise more during the day (This week is finals so I have been cooped up)
5) Instead of going on DV during the WBTB read a book on lucidity (easier transition to sleep)


Comments are definitely encouraged as I am super new at this

Non-Dream/non-lucid/lucid

I open my dream with a conflict involving a woman in my community, unfortunatly I can't remember any of it now.

I then find myself in an art museum in Chicago. A quick look around tells me that this is not the Art Museum, but merely a small studio. I look around at the walls and see mostly landscapes. None of them have very intricate frames and often are simply displayed as the painting itself. I notice my sister is there and tell her to follow me to the second floor. On the second floor there is only one large room with paintings lining the walls. It is really amazing to she such a large room and I begin to wonder how they got some of the higher paintings up seeing as there are no ladders high enough to reach. Soon after we move downstairs again and I find my Dad who tells me that we will be having lunch on the sofa/automan object in the corner of the room, and that he needs to go out and get food so we should stick around. After he leaves I am approached by one of the many Frenchmen I now notice are walking through the building. He tells me that it is a shame this museum were not in better shape and cared more for how it displayed its paintings, and that in this current level of care it would "remain a museum and never become a true art gallery." Suprised by his comment I look around at the paintings trying to find the flaws that the frenchman so obviously saw. However as I looked around, though I noticed the plainness of some paintings and the bad orientation of others, I thought the talent in the gallery was immense and that the curator had an eye for art. While looking through paintings my eyes were caught by a line of text in the corner pointing out a smaller replica of the sculpture envisioned by Pablo Picasso that is displayed in Daley's Plaza. The line of text pointed out that this smaller sculpture is the model for the cover of The Reader a well known Chicago magazine. I try to figure out how this is possible and then spot a camera attached to the roof of the ceiling pointed directly at the mini-sculpture that takes pictures periodically. I am amused by this and go to the sofa/automan to greet our lunch guests and find more frenchmen. The one sitting says goodafternoon and invites me to sit. I am slightly apprehensive about sitting as it would force me into conversation with someone completely new and who by his predecessor seemed a bit uppity. I instead turn around.

And wake up

Lately I have been having trouble getting back to sleep after doing WBTB, last night I stayed up 30mins and had the same problem

Around 8:00 I finally got to sleep even though I had to leave the house in an hour and a half

I wake up to find myself in my room. I don't recognize this as a false awakening and instead prepare myself to go to school. As I am getting out of bed my sister shows up at the door and tells me that there is a huge mess in the shower and for some reason I am to blame. I shove her off for the time being, annoyed at being accused of a crime I did not comit. And begin walking downstairs to start going to school. As I walk down I realize I have around an hour and a half before I need to be leaving and that I have been woken up when everyone else in my family is leaving for school. Annoyed at this I go to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I find my mother in the breakfast room and she tells me that I need to go upstairs and clean up the mess I left in the bathroom. Now annoyed at her for waking me up early and falsly accusing me, I make my way to the family room, (having finished breakfast), to watch television. I get to the family room and I hear a yell coming from upstairs. I come up to investigate what is going on and find that the cleaning service is here and have discovered "my mess." Everyone in the house is crowded around the bathroom and are pointing to the towels that are strewn all over the floor and the water that has semi flooded from the tub while they look at me with disapproval. I feel overwhelmed but continue my insistence that the mess was not my creation.

At this point the dream changes and I find myself in a sort of outdoor camp area, and I am running through the forest from a kid who is yelling for me to stop. I become aware that I have stolen something from the kid which for some reason makes the chase enjoyable. I come to the end of a cliff with a log connecting it to the main camp area that is obscured by bushes. In one quick motion I push the bushes out of the way and slide down the log with one foot forward and one under me. The kid looks at me with dismay, unable to follow me. I then see my mother who tells me to get in the car, because we all need to go downtown. I then find myself walking down the sidewalk with my mother who tells me with disappointment that if I really don't want to do X (don't remember) with her than I should go work out in the gym. For some reason she continues to lead me into the gym lobby where all assortments of supplements and work out equipment are sold. The interior is rather small owing to the cramped nature of downtown property. I then leave the brightly lit room and walk up the stairs into a darker hallway lined with lockers. All this time my mother is giving me looks filled with disappointment. I make my way into the gymnasium and notice that it is filled with many of my friends from school. I wave hello as I walk through and exit out the back door. Time seems to rush forward as I meet up with my mother who exits from a different building with my sister, and we all drive home. Back at the campground my mother discloses to us that she is having a divorce, and that she would like us to meet our new father X (don't remember). All the time I get the odd feeling that the whole process is my fault, but whatever. I then flash to the next day and see myself going through the exact same car-gym-car routine, except my mother is even more despondent. When I get back, I run away into the woods until I come to the same log and go through the same motion of sliding and come to rest at the campground just in time to see my new step dad walking out of somewhere. He waves hello and I tell him that I may think he's my dad, but he is only someone I know, and that no matter what he does he will never replace my father. He tells me he knows that, and that he only wants to get to know me. He then offers to be my partner in the Mario scavenger hunt that is going on (no idea where that came from). I agree and we head across the campground to a cave. On entering the cave we take a few steps and find ourselves in an open air area surrounded by rock formations. In the center of the area is a hill, and on the hill is a floating block with a question mark on it. My step dad grabs the block and we run through the cave, back to the campground, down to the sunny beach, across the long dock that juts out from the beach and right to the judges hut where we show them our block as all the other teams which had started long before us came rushing back. The judges inform us that we have won, as we have found the one winning block they placed around camp. Throughout the entire process I had been having a lot of fun, but at this I become elated. I yell out "SQUARE ROOT OF THREE OVER 5! WE FOUND IT," (I have a math final in a couple hours). The crowd watching erupts into applause and as the sun shines down on everything, the rays intensify as my step dad raises me on his shoulders, (he's a really muscular guy). After a few seconds the sun becomes too much.

And I wake up

Non-Dream/non-lucid/lucid/lucid dream within a dream

Just a couple of things that inform the dream

1) I just watched The Matrix for the the first time prior to sleeping
2) My Finals are in two days

Inside the Matrix and other places

Whoa - what a way to start the night. I become lucid immediately, even sans-reality checks. I look around and I'm in a large concrete pit that is separated by a ladder into two floors, (In the pit and not-in the pit). Before I can take stock of myself in the dream I am hurriedly rushed along by two DCs and am told that "they" have found us and that I need to run. Sure enough just around the corner come the possessed humans from the matrix; I hide behind the corner just as they make it into the open space. They yell out that "I can't hide anymore" and that they "always find who they want." This freaks me out a considerable amount to the end that I lose more lucidity, but I still have enough to recognize that I can bend reality. I tell the DCs I'm with that we don't need to worry, because I can bend the bullets away from us and back towards the enemies. They are considerably afraid when I tell them this because they obviously are unaware that we are in a dream. This takes away even more of my confidence in my lucidity which can't bode very well in the long run. The two enemies fire towards the corner we are hiding behind and the bullets curve around the room so that they are headed right towards us. I quickly try to freeze time, but I'm so shocked that I can actually freeze time that I lose concentration and I am hit by a bullet losing all lucidity.

The other bullet that was fired hits the other DC I am with which prompts him to tell me to run and save myself. I take off through the door we are standing next to, (not sure why we didn't do that in the first place), and find myself in a library similar to my school's. I rush through the rows of books and eventually come out the exit onto the quad. I look around and see that it's orientation night all over again and I'm supposed to be saying hello to all of my teachers. I first notice a train station like building and rush over to it. Once I open the doors and rush down the stairs into the train platform I am told that this is the entrance tot he theatre building; I then realize that I don't take theatre anymore and run out to the quad. When I exit I notice my parents on the steps of the library and rush over to them; they tell me that I should go to the music hall, because I'd be great at music, (or something like that). I agree and then go to a building to the left of the library and walk up the large flight of steps that leads to the music building, open the doors and find myself in a deserted auditorium. the whole auditorium looks like a local theatre, but on finding it empty I run out. I then run down the the train station to repeat the theatre confusion again, (not sure why, but whatever). After that I rush back the music building to find George Lopez conducting the school orchestra. I sit towards the front next to Lopez (who gives of the feeling of being a father-figure), and listen to the orchestra play. I don't remember what song they played but after a few minutes I started playing with the oboe-like instrument at my feet. I blow into one end and a deep brooding sound comes out the other. After a few seconds of this George spots me and corrects me as he stops the orchestra, grabs the instrument, and blows into the opposite end. A much more beautiful noise comes out and I sit back and watch him play. I am a bit embarrassed at interrupting practice, but George's carefree manner puts me at ease. After finishing playing he pulls a tiki-looking object out of his bag and tells me to play it. I say I have no idea what to do and he grabs it from me and does something to make it play the Hawaiian islands theme. I am impressed and after a minute or two he stands up and puts his arm around me saying he thinks I will have a bright future in music. I then walk out of the building and find myself in between two skyscrapers that are being scaled my two men. I am told that these men are none other than Deleuze and Guattari. I look up and they tell me that they are trying to find a way into their dreams. I find that a bit odd and look elsewhere. I then find myself faced by a web that acrobats are using for a show. A man shows up and points out all of the flaws in the web's construction for the next few minutes. After he stops we say hello and I am told that he is the master of lucid dreams. I am excited by this and tell him I want to lucid dream as well. He agrees to help me and we drive away in his truck where I fall asleep.

In my dream within a dream I am immediately lucid and am told by the man that we need to accomplish a series of tasks if we want to enjoy being lucid. The first task had something to do with lions and the second with school, and the third was about trying to save a monkey that was encased in a wooden block. The wooden block kept moving around and the monkey was becoming more and more discouraged the point where I told the man the whole task was pointless and that we should just enjoy the dream while we can. I then jumped off the ground and flew high in the sky and was promptly followed by the man. I told him the one thing I have always wanted to do is to fly to Paris and have coffee while it was still dark. He agrees and I attempt to teleport to Paris but find myself in a Parisian-looking city that I have never seen before. I realize that in order to teleport my end destination needs to be based in memory and I set up to try again. At that point the man suggests that we go to Versailles because he has always wanted to go there. I then put all of my efforts into picturing Versailles but I notice the dream beginning to fade and wake up

However I have merely woken up from the dream with in a dream into my actual dream lucid once more. I then attempt to change the flowers in a vase on the breakfast table of the man's RV into Versailles and picture sprawling gardens with a large castle set in the middle. But after I finish my attempt, I am only greeted by the flowers once more.

At this point I lose my lucidity as the man tells me we are out of the dream, and dream actions don't work in the real world. Disappointed I sit down and prepare myself to leave the RV. As I am rising from the bed three children show up on the porch and tell me that they are going to school and just wanted to say hi. I say hi and go about my business in the kitchen. One boy then rushes into the kitchen and tags me claiming that I am "it." The boy runs away and takes his friend which leaves the girl staring at us through the porch window. She scrapes in the screen with fake fingernails and tells us she's late for school and rushes off.

At the dream starts to fade I recognize from the strangeness that I have been in a dream the entire time and tell myself the remember what happened for my dream journal

Then I wake up for real

non-dream/non-lucid/lucid


I found myself in a enclosed community surrounded by a lake. I remember moving to the cabin near the edge of the lake and entering it to find what I perceived to be Albus Dumbledore from the harry potter movies. I'm not sure why I recognized him as Dumbledore; my subconscious just kept repeating the word Dumbledore and I filed it in myself. He had a long white beard and glasses and was dressed in a white robe. He thanked me for coming and told me to sit down. I now noticed that others had followed me into the room and I was flanked by two of my friends who I recognized as Ron and Hermione. Dumbledore told us that we were training to be the best in a game that was played in the community. He then instructed us to go outside where he would give us further instructions. As we went outside three circular pods appeared before us and the voice of dumbledore instructed us to get on the pods. As I took my place standing on one the three pods were drawn towards a forth (seat-less) pod in the center of the lake. The four of them joined to create a sort of four leafed clover creation. Then the voice of Dumbledore instructed us to remember this formation, because we would be playing the game tonight. He told us that in the game we would be let lose in an arena and be attacked by the other players. The last one alive wins. This freaked me out a little bit and I was horrified to find that nightfall had suddenly arrived and the time to begin the game had come. We all hoked up our pods like before and were set loose into the area (which looked like a forest with gymnasium parameters). I hoped off the pod and found my dad being shot at by someone else. He was protecting something I recognized as a leprachaun so I told him to hide behind the large structure behind us. I followed him behind the structure and found that there was a foot gap between the structure and the floor that our attacker was now utilizing to attack us. Grabbing the leprachaun and my dad I raced around a pew-like structure and hid only to find it had the exact same foot-gap. I told my dad to escape just in time to catch the attacker as he tried to advance on us. I fired one shot straight to the head and he was down.

I then had a memory lapse, couldn't remember anything except arguing with someone in the future about why macs are 100 times better than pcs

Non-Dream/non-lucid/lucid

I dont remember a whole lot

I was walking out of an underground room and traveled through a gigantic garden in order to reach the warehouse on the other side. There was a fountain in the middle and the whole experience was very serene. When I got inside the building the interior looked like something out of a saw movie. In the middle of the building there were two contraptions that looked like rusty bear traps, only resting on a pedestal. I was told that in order to pass the test I needed to cut of my hands by butting them inside the bear trap. I was reluctant at first and watched the bear traps shut themselves in the demonstration but then I finally got up the courage to do it. The bear traps closed but I felt no pain and subsequently left the building.

I remember meeting a man named Jimmy exiting the same underground building I came from

Next I was in a museum like structure and a messenger told me that my father wanted me to collect something that was attached to the ceiling. I then floated up to the top of the ceiling and saw some white stalactites and began gathering the crystals that were attached to them. After finishing I hovered down to the ground and started heading off on a path in search of my father. I found him observing a house that was on display.

I was in an auditorium and told someone that he was not good at something

non-dream/non-lucid/lucid

This dream moved around a whole lot so excuse any confusion

I began the dream in a large airy kitchen adjacent to a living room. Light spilled in from the gigantic windows behind me which lead to a porch, and I seemed to be the only person around. I looked at the layout of the home I was in and it looked like I was in a really expensive ski lodge - the kind you might see at Aspen. I saw breakfast on the table so I sat down to eat. It was at that point that my parents came downstairs followed by my sister. They all sat down at the table and the three of them started talking about some sort of activity they'd do today. I then commented on how our dog was absent and how I haven't seen her in a while. The DCs looked at me in shock and assured me she was around. I asserted that I had not seen her in the house which finally prompted a response. The DCs and I now ran around the house making a sweep to ensure our dog had not ran away. I checked downstairs (the downstairs of my 1st house no less), but found only movies and ran back upstairs. We all were panicking in the living room and my parents began to call the police

Then my alarm woke me up and I went back to sleep

I was on a ski lift taking me to the top of the Aspen mountain. Only the ski lift seemed to be inverted and we only moved in a horizontal direction over Aspen valley. My subconscious explained that I was part of a traveling yu-gi-oh card game team and we were at Aspen for a meet (I stopped liking card games when I was 9 but whatever) I then realized that the tournament was over and we were just leaving. I checked my pockets to make sure I had everything with me. I felt my phone and my card deck, and with confidence I told the lift DC to take me back to the hotel. He obliged and me off on a hill near a large tunnel. At this point I noticed that I was with 2 other DCs who were on my card game team. One of them (Sam) decided to wait at the top of the mountain so I told him to hold my bags while I checked out Aspen Valley. I walked to the bottom of the mountain and was greeted by a busy shopping area. I wandered through past DCs running about and eventually found a train which took us back to the hotel. At the train station near the hotel I found Sam without my luggage claiming he never had the luggage in the first place. I then went into the hotel and complained to my DC coach about Sam's forgetfulness. He told me to check my pockets and I found my phone and deck which reassured me. I then decided to go to the lower level of the hotel where there were several shops and met an older family friend. He told me that it was great catching up once we reached the bottom of the escalator and told me to wait in a chair near the ince cream shop. I did as he asked and sat in a chair. After a while I got bored and decided to masturbate (In public?), after a few minuted my better senses kicked in which told me to stop as people were watching. The family friend DC never returned so I decided to check out the ice cream store. I entered as DCs crowded the counter making it impossible to see what they were selling. After the DCs dispersed I saw an array of ice cream flavors and decided to buy a cone. I approached the woman at the counter when I noticed behind her there was a gigantic array of candies and other treats, but I made myself focus on the task at hand. I asked her for an ice cream cone and she responded with: what kind of sherbet? I responded red, then changed it to strawberry. She then stepped outside of the counter and asked what actual flavor I would like. I responded with Strawberry Banana (I think - it got a bit hazy). She scooped 2 servings of my second order and gave me two sherbets (not a bad deal) when I noticed a special needs girl was watching me over my shoulder. The girl asked if she could have some sherbet and the saleswoman encouraged me to give some to her. So I politely offered a scoop which she accepted with excitement. After the transaction I put all 3 cups into my pockets and walked back to my seat. As I was walking my surroundings changed and I noticed I was on the lift again except this time without Sam. We took the lift to a heavily wooded area that seemed to be stuck in summer. As they let us off we ran down the hill right up to a dock which was inverted as to seem like a ski jump. Naturally we ran the jump and found ourselves near Aspen Valley after the fall. We looked down at the shopping complex and saw tanks lining the streets destroying everything in their paths. I ran down to the shopping center and the tanks halted their firing. I then noticed the leader of the marines and deduced that since he was the head of the operations, if I killed him the firing would stop. So I ran after the man while the tanks began to fire all around me.

And I woke up

Weird dream

Just pinch yourself. As a prospect lucid dreamer I find my days becoming full of these Reality checks like this; I look twice at a digital clock to ensure the numbers have not changed to symbols, and the reassurance of a working light switch is enough to send me on my way knowing that what was happening around me was apart of my “reality.” I do these Reality checks in hopes that when I am dreaming I will remember to check for signs of Reality and in doing so realize that I am asleep and everything surrounding me is only a projection of my subconscious. But the questionable “reality” of our dreams raises another question in itself. How do we know what is real and what is false? For dreams feel real when you’re in them, its only when you wake up that you realize something was actually odd. This paper will be an investigation into finding Reality and if one can do so with absolute certainty.
When I first began exploring the topic my immediate reaction was one of disbelief. I thought back to the simple act of doing Reality checks and surmised that that was sufficient to determine the validity of the woken state. However on further examination I found the term “Reality check” was in itself and oxymoron. It relied on the assumption that the woken state is in fact Reality, as all checks designed to determine Reality essentially boil down to finding out how much our current state relates to the woken state. Which my preconceptions out of the way I was able to isolate the one process at our dispense for determining what is real: the senses. It seemed the most logical place to start as all Reality checks revolve around the senses and without them there is no other viable method. So I then was able to narrow this essay into a discussion of the validity of the senses.
In determining the validity of ones senses it is critical to understand their origin. Each one of the five senses is created through the process of outside stimuli sending signals through the body’s receptors (tongue, eyes, ears, nose, nervous system) that reach the brain cortex which then reproduces a response in a split second which forms one of the five senses. However this process raises the question of the validity of dreams; how is it that in so called “unreality” we can reproduce the senses without outside stimuli? While the stimulus that forms the dream senses seems organic it is actually a reproduction created absent outside influence and transmitted to the brain. In this way one can surmise that one determines real things by he recognition between outside and internal sensory stimuli. This narrows the debate to one question: how do we determine that stimuli are real. The lucid dream experience is best summarized by my friend Jon Sussman who has been a lucid dreamer for most of his life: “Waking up from smelling a rose to the smell of bread cooking in your kitchen is a revelation in and of itself, but shortly afterwards you are still asking yourself if the rose was more real than the bread,” (Jon Sussman). In his experience Sussman has been unable to distinguish between his senses in the dream and the senses of waking consciousness. Through this one is forced to come to the conclusion that the senses cannot determine between dreams and Reality as it is impossible to distinguish senses created though outside and internal stimuli.
So what conclusion can we come to? If we cannot determine between dreams and waking consciousness than how do we know that waking consciousness is real and not a series of internal stimuli created by an alternate state? The short answer is that we can’t; at our current level of knowledge our only method of determining reality is by its inter-subjective legitimacy. Thus I propose a redefinition of the word “reality:” reality n. – a state of mind believed to be valid and without fabrication. In arriving at this definition I do not require that waking consciousness is in fact entirely fabricated, just that it is impossible to tell if it is not. As Edgar Allen Poe put it: “All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream,” (Poe A Dream Within A Dream). In this way we can hope to approach the world with a thoughtfulness that is not bound by the limitations of woken consciousness, but transcends this state and searches for answers beyond our current comprehension. It is in this way that we are truly able to search for what’s real.

Non-dream/lucid/non-lucid

I don't really remember the first part of the dream but I remember it revolved around doing laundry and avoiding writing an essay. I took a load of laundry out of the dryer and carried it back to my room (which was now a separate part of my house that has not existed before). I dumped all of the clothes on my bed and in hearing my parents come to check as to why I am awake, I notice that it is around four in the morning. To avoid them realizing I was awake doing laundry I hide myself under the clothes and close my eyes. It is at this point I open them to find that I am in a field hiding in a tent. Around me are what I perceive to be native Americans dressed in stereo-typical clothing. I look down at myself and realize I am dressed similarly. I look forward and realize that a group on horseback is approacher us dressed in typical colonist clothing. I brace myself for the collision. When it occurs my (family?) is thrown back leaving me out in the open as our tent collapses. I look behind me and begin to sprint away from my pursuers who have now realized that I escaped and are turning around to chase me. As I run away the openness of the field narrows into a concrete hallway that seems to belong to my school and the colonists change into two stereo-typical bullies. I am baffled at this for a split second but even without a reality check I suddenly come to the conclusion that I am dreaming. I am elated at the idea and don't seem to need a reality check to confirm my suspicions. I reach in my pocket searching for button that I conciously tell myself will teleport me away from the bullies. My fingers grasp exactly that and I pull it out of my pocket. The concrete hallway merges into an intersection of hallways with a series of stairs to the right. I hold the button in my hands and prepare myself to jump and dissapear in mid air. The bullies are close behind and I leap into the air. For some reason I fail to press the button and instead fall hard on my knees increasing my lucidity to the point where I can feel my legs as the fibrations from the fall reverberate through my body. I look behind me and see that in mid-fall I dropped the button and the bullies were closing in. In my increased addreneline I didn't have much time to process the idea that the bullies did not exist and instead I ran to the end of the hall only to be met with a locked door. I took a step back feeling as though I was doomed, but then an interesting thought came to me. I looked at the doors and without thinking sprinted forward. I passed through the doors as if they were water and I got a 3rd person view of the bullies standing there baffled unable to follow me through the locked doors. I walked outside in the cool air and cuckled to myself at my sucess in manipulating the dream. I then tried to think of an activity to do and decided I should try flying. In short - it didn't work. I tried to jump, mentally increasing my attained height with each bounce. But in the end I only was able to achieve a large jump - which was cool in itself. As my mind focused on other topics I saw my friends hanging out on top of a ten foot chain-link fence behind some bushes. I floated up to them (not sure why I didnt try flying after floating) and asked them why they weren't moving around since this was a dream. They pointed at the sky and told me that there was a ufo citing going on and they would rather do that. I then floated down to the ground and looked at the sky, (it was dark btw). The stars were moving in a fascinating sort of light show which I found I could control with an outstretched finger. After a minute of this I realized I was wasting my time and decided I should teleport to Paris, (my favorite city). I spun around in a circle, closed my eyes and thought "Paris, France" to myself intently. When I opened my eyes I found myself in a street I didn't recognize, but all the aspects of my surroundings were extremely Parisian, so I assumes my teleport had succeeded. I then walked down the street and saw the Parisians who flooded the streets. After walking a bit I turned the corner into a shop where I saw my friends arguing about something while spectators watched. Before I walked out of the shop I stopped and found that I was extremely horny and wanted to have lucid-sex. I looked around the room for a suitable candidate and to my disappointment most of the women were pretty homely. I then noticed my old (woman) pastor (I had always found here really attractive) and asked her if she wanted to have sex in my appartment across the street. As I tried to take her across the street my consciousness began to fail and I lost my ability to see. I still mad my way into the elevator when I tried unsuccessfully to press the button for the 7th floor. After a period of failure, I woke up

I should have taken the stairs... : (

End result:

Taste: 0%

Hear: 25%

Feel: 50%

Smell: 0%

Sight: 80%

I suppose possibly the worst way to begin my dream journal is to share the absence of a dream. I have been trying to have a lucid dream for the past two weeks and have only succeeded once for a few minutes. Since then I have been needing that feeling like a meth addict going through withdrawl

How I prepare each night for a DILD attempt is to watch a subliminal video about lucid dreaming, then to meditate on lucid dreaming for around twenty minutes while listening the theta binaural beats, then go to sleep and hope some time tonight my daily reality checks will come to something. I then wake up to 3 different timers first at 3 then at 4 and then at 5:30. Yet so far all of these dreams have been non-lucids but have been so fantastic that I feel like a failure when I forget to perform reality checks

Last night I took some advice that I have heard about on DV that involved scaling back my attempts at a lucid dream, but that still produced the results you are seeing now.

But I am committed and look forward to the period in which LDs will be prevalent. However far away that may be