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I had a weird lucid. I remember asking my mom if she really loved me. She replied with an unenthusiastic yes. And I thought Hmm she wouldn't reply like that in real life. I remember waking up, not sure if it was a false awakening but it probably was, seeing how I eased back in so quickly. And in the lucid I asked the dream who I love the most. The dream replied, Your parents. I woke up soon after. This was a strange one, I remember actually being able to feel and taste.



Tell me if you've ever had any weird lucid or non lucid dreams. Also I wasn't even doing reality checks or trying to lucid dream when this happened.

Morning of October 7, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in the living room in Cubitis, seated at a large wooden table in the southwest corner. My computer is set up in a similar way as with my desk in real life. My wife Zsuzsanna and our children also live here (though in real life, they have never been to America), thus my dream self is at least partly aware of my current conscious self identity. It seems to be morning.

Our pet chicken (fictional, though my father raised chickens in Cubitis until we moved in 1978) is sitting on the table to the left of my computer keyboard. It seems to be an Araucana or Ameraucana hen. My sense of touch is enhanced. I vividly feel weight and motion as I try to make sure that the hen does not hurt herself by quickly jumping or flapping her wings.

Our black-and-white cat (Franco) eventually emerges from the hallway. He jumps up on the table and bites into the back of the hen. This alarms me because I know he will probably kill it. I try to push him back and I whack my hand over the animals, but our chicken is taken to the floor by our cat.

I get the odd impression that I may have accidentally detached either the hen’s head or the cat’s in an attempt to separate them, or possibly both are severely injured. I am not sure what to do, as our two pets may both be lost. I get the impression that a griffin will be the result of this situation though possibly weak until fed, as it is lying on its side, looking a bit fatigued.

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What does it mean to dream of a griffin? At the core level, a griffin is a flight symbol. A flight symbol is rendered in a dream in subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic waking start. Additionally, a griffin is a mix of unrelated animals, which is likely to be a unique precursor factor of the coalescence of the preconscious and emergent consciousness.

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Some of my other dreams that feature griffins (links): (1) Griffin vs. Grandfather Clock, (2) R Brand, (3) Malfunctioning Griffin Game, (4) The Temple and the Tomb

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Morning of October 7, 2015. Wednesday.



Walking in an unknown town, my wife Zsuzsanna and I go into an unfamiliar grocery store. The store’s entrance is directly adjacent to the public sidewalk and city street. Firstly, I am looking at jars of pickles that I contemplate buying for Zsuzsanna. The lid somehow comes off one jar when I tip it to try to find the label. There does not seem to be one and I get the impression it is from an individual who sells wholesale to the store. Two pickles fall to the floor. I consider buying the jar out of a vague sense of responsibility to the store owner, as no one else would buy the jar if they knew, but I instead put the pickles back and pretend that nothing happened. Instead of a shelf, the large pickle jars, about five of them, are in a wooden display as in the vegetables section. Each pickle is about as high as the jar, about five to a jar, arranged vertically.

I start pushing a shopping cart through the aisles of the store. An unknown girl who works there is standing in one aisle, the last aisle on one side of the store and the most distant from the entrance. We talk for a short time as I soon realize that instead of shelves, the sides of the aisle feature random pieces of plywood nailed up, all similar in size, some yellowish and some white, at least one piece looking like it was borrowed from a sign. Looking around, I do not see any shelves or areas with any food and become annoyed.

Zsuzsanna and I leave the store without buying anything. A few unfamiliar people, seemingly homeless, start following us. They are friendly but somewhat sickly looking. A female of perhaps fifty asks me if I can help her. I put my hand near her forehead, though not touching it, moving my hand about as if to “detect” anything that might be wrong with her.

She starts to faint, though I push her back so that she does not fall in my direction. After a short time, I tell her that she needs more Vitamin A. I tell her that she needs to start eating tomatoes to become healthier and fix whatever problems she may have. She seems very happy after I tell her this. A friendly cheerful male smiles upon hearing my suggestion and then adds to our conversation by talking about lentils, which is what he thought I had been talking about (rather than tomatoes). I am annoyed but I decide not to correct him as that might make him feel embarrassed by his inattentiveness. Zsuzsanna and I walk to a larger grocery store without them following us as I begin to wake.

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• Why jars of pickles? It seems to be phallic symbolism and a feature being in water is a real-time indicator of being asleep. I may be subliminally contemplating sexuality, which is otherwise inactive in this particular dream segment.
• Why do two pickles fall to the floor? Either superfluous redundancy or an association with two adult males living in our house; our oldest son and me.
• Where is the preconscious factor? I could not find it until I realized that looking at the jar of pickles made me think of Vlasic Pickles, and the mascot is a cartoon stork (flight symbol that “drops a baby from its beak”; subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic mechanism)
• Why does the unfamiliar homeless female begin to faint? Because she is The Sleeper in this particular dream; a real-time indicator of being asleep.
• Why tomatoes? Tomatoes are associated with the color red and red represents waking priority. It is curious that my dream self (personified subconscious) subliminally initialized it rather than the preconscious.
• Why lentils? Lentils can look like the lens of the human eye, which is possibly a subliminal REM indicator.
• Why vitamin A? This may be a literal factor in the unfamiliar female being symbolic of Zsuzsanna, a possible precognitive thread of when Zsuzsanna is older and may need more vitamin A (though through normal food, not vitamin pills, which many consider dangerous).
• Is there any additional real influence? The unknown empty grocery store area with the plywood nailed up is based on the closure of a small local grocery store in August 2014. It had a similar unusual mood and there were areas of the store eventually blocked in a similar unlikely way while it was still open to the public. Also, Zsuzsanna remains on my left throughout this dream, the same orientation that we are in bed at the time.

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Date: October 7, 2015
Method: MILD, WBTB
Sleeptime: 10:00ish
WBTB: 5:00am stayed up around 10 minutes
Results:Lucid (x2) DEILD and a DILD

DILD
Realized I was dreaming and became lucid. I tried to concentrate on an experiment I have been working on, but instead a vision of bodies floating in the sea appeared. That vision scared me so I made myself wake up.

DEILD
Decided to try again since I was still 'tingling' and a vision of women at a beauty parlor appeared and they just looked at me (like I really needed my hair done...which I do ).

I concentrated on my experiment mission and instead a little boy appeared. He was adorable. He looked like he was about 5 or 6 years old in a baseball jacket and a baseball cap. He had no face at all (like if i was drawing him in a picture, I intentionally left out the eyes, nose, mouth, etc). I asked him what was wrong and he said, "My mommy will die before my daddy." I said, "What is your name?" He said, "Donnie." I said, "Donnie, do you want a hug?" He shook his head yes and ran into my arms. He held on to me for dear life. Let me tell you DV family, that hug felt as real as me typing these words on my computer. I immediately felt his sorrow and as I was hugging him the scene changed to this:

His mother told him to hide under the bed and don't make a sound no matter what he hears. The father came in and was beating the mother and said he was going to kill her. The mother's face never looked toward that bedroom and at least to me, she didn't seem like she wanted to make a sound. As if she knew if she yelled, the little body would come out from under that bed.

Yeah....I still have the goosebumps.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

I didn't have enough time to immediately write everything down, so last night's dreams are a little vague in my mind.

Dream 1

Spoiler for Adult dream:

I am on a bed which has white sheets. It's a pretty big bed, though I haven't looked around to see how big exactly it is. I am with a coworker: a guy with blond hair. There's also a girl, though I'm not sure who she was anymore. I feel like she is Indonesian. We've agreed on having a threesome. Sorry if you expected the full details, not gonna happen After a while I can tell the girl isn't feeling at ease due to my co-worker acting like an asshole, being somewhat psychologically abusive even. After the fact I talk with the girl to see if she is alright. In the mean time, my co-worker continues being an asshole and goes to talk to her mom. Even though I didn't see the girl's mom, I somehow know it was my girlfriend's mom... in the bedroom of my mom. Makes sense, right?

Dream 2
I'm in what looks like an operabuilding. I'm watching a movie, along with many other people. I recognise one of the actresses on screen, though I don't know her name.* There's a moment when I'm walking around, along with some other people. A break perhaps. Later the movie turns into something different... Spider-Man? Or something espionage related, I'm not too certain

*Had to look it up. Her name is Octavia Spencer.

Dream 3
I have an appointment with my physical therapist at 10:00, instead of my usual 11:00. I forgot though, so now it's already 10:30 and I'm still at home. Slight panic. I call my PT and a woman answers the phone. She tells me to just come.

I'm riding my bicycle on the way to my PT. It should take about 5 minutes but I have no idea how long I've been on the bicycle already. I have a timeless feeling. I also end up getting lost. I park my bike and continue to walk, but this isn't gonna be faster, is it? Maybe I should ask Google Maps for help. It's not a real nightmare, but it was definitely unpleasant.

Fragments
- I'm walking with 1 or 2 people. One of them resembles Obama. He makes a comment about my cousin, though I can't recall what it what.

- San, one of my best friends is attempting to open the lock on my bicycle, but he can't get it done. I help him out.

- I am home alone with San's mom.

By doing RCs, you're rehearsing for the dream world. Like any other rehearsal, for maximum effectiveness, you should imagine that it's really happening while you're rehearsing. That way you're more prepared when the time comes.

Wow, that was fast! Don't know if this count (didn't see my body) but here goes...
Got lucid last night and found myself floating above my bed facing the ceiling and I 'flipped' over to lay down next to my sleeping body but I didn't see it. I did see my husband on his side of the bed and my side of the bed was empty (but really messy, like the sheets and pillow was out of order???). Anyway, I attempted to squeeze in the middle of where I was 'suppose' to be and next to my husband. It worked for a hot second and then I somehow got sucked back into my body that I couldn't see and I woke up. But this was still so cool to attempt!

NON LUCID

*I walked to my car in a dark parking lot when I noticed an awesome PT Cruiser park next to mine. I thought wow this is much better then mine. When I got inside my car to drive away I noticed that all my parts were traded for new ones. I stearing wheel was for a BMW not a chrysler. I wondered where my old stearing wheel is and how I was going to put it back on.

*I was at an employment agency and the staffing was going over my resume saying to me you remember that time you worked in a trap house. (I never worked in a trap house lol) I was like yea those were hard times. lol

Joe Pfie and maybe Seth and one other kid and myself were all boating and we were about to get pulled by Joe and the other kid. Joe was on the end of the boat yelling at me and the other kid. The guy in the water with me grabbed the tube that had just surfaced and so did I. Joe was like "they both have it lets go" so they started towing us and Joe yelled at us to get to the left side of the boat and we did. some how we started passing the boat and I worried about the prop. I went through some reeds pretty fast actually and it was like there was a little stream that opened up into a little pool area surrounded by reeds. As I came around the corner Joe was stalking something in the far edge and I came in and disrupted the process. I saw a snake in the water under water and I told Joe who walked over it like it was nothing and the snake bit out at him and snagged a sock which Joe said. I was still on the tube the whole time

I remember being in a hospital or office building and I kept seeing this ghost women figure wasn't scary or nothing a bit eary though. At one point I saw her on the other side of a glass wall. She held out her hand and I saw a projection of what could have been an older me I could be wrong. The projection took her hand and started walking down the hall then disappeared. (I remember being told before this dream weeks ago, in a wierd way too I would go peacfully.)

I remember being in a hospital or office building and I kept seeing this ghost women figure wasn't scary or nothing a bit eary though. At one point I saw her on the other side of a glass wall. She held out her hand and I saw a projection of what could have been an older me I could be wrong. The projection took her hand and started walking down the hall then disappeared. (I remember being told before this dream weeks ago, in a wierd way too I would go peacfully.)

Just called in...as I intend to now and then...if I'm still around...72 next birthday.

I'm still ticking over on the dream front with a steady stream of remembered dreams. They are generally pretty mundane (I've stopped verbally abusing ED...he can only do what he can do poor luv) I had a dream about a military plane crashing (and one did 2 months later at Shoreham in Sussex...but I have to put that down to co-incidence)

I've recorded 104 dreams since my last posting on 22nd April so that's 167 days (aprox 1 every 2 days but there have been barren patches and I've done hardly any conditioning. A few of them seemed to hover on the edge of lucidity. One was clearly lucid and I also had what I think was genuinely lucid last night (but woke up this morning to note that I didn't record it even though I woke up)...or did I? But I can still remember my satisfaction at being lucid and looking carefully around (for a change) although I didn't RC damn it! Maybe browsing Dream Views yesterday pushed me towards lucidity...who knows?

It will stay like this for a while yet...I have other things to do and probably need another op (my breathing is not good and affecting my sleep and my attempts at meditation.) As is my character, I'm branching off in all directions...doing maintenance on the house, exploring Buddhism (I'm Zen me) reading up on shrooms and DMT (I'd love to take a trip) exploring diets for dreaming, interested in Adyashanti and Sam Harris, etc bloody etc...so much to do so little time.

I'm (slowly) reading an old copy of “A user's guide to the brain,” by John Ratey and it's fascinating enough to keep me going back to it. We've got 3 brains (suck on that Steve Martin!) atop each other...reptilian (for basic stuff) Paleomamalian (for finer stuff) and Cortex (for the artier-fartier detail)...in a few millenniums we'll probably all look like the elephant man head-wise.

So maybe I need 3 names for ED...Ed, Fred and Super-Ted. Ratey says the brain has great plasticity...my certainly behaves like it's plastic sometimes...sorry Ed..Fred and Super Ted...

I instinctively feel that reading up on the brain will add to my voyage of discovery re LD. I've perceived (and put on record here) that areas of my brain seem to behave independently of each other and Ratey says the brain is “more like an eco-system than a machine and many of its systems are in constant competition with one another all of our lives in a process than the Nobel Laureate Gerald Edelman has called neural-Darwinism”...hmm.

So...ever onward. Eventually (but later than planned) will come a major change of scenery (home-wise) and a more-settled environment and probably a more successful op.

I'll be back! (occasionally)

regards Luke, Ed, Fred and Super-Ted

10-06-2015 -- I'm trying to park my car (probably the silver Lexus) next to a house which seems to be the house Uncle Jim used to live in. Like most times in dreams, the driving doesn't go smoothly. I can't work the brakes properly, it doesn't back up right, and no matter how I try, I can't get the car nicely next to the curb, like I'm trying to do.

Soon I find myself standing next to the car, looking at the house, which I have now bought or in some other manner acquired. I've got lots of my stuff with me, including book cases, and bags of comics, and old Hornet newspapers with my articles in them, and lots of other cool stuff. I'm trying to gather up a couple of arm-fulls of the stuff to take inside, when a fairly young kid comes walking up, and starts to gather some of the stuff. He looks like he's probably somewhere between 9 & 12 years old.

At first I think he is trying to steal my stuff, and am about to chase him off, but then I realize he just wants to help me move in. And while that's nice, I am afraid it would be too much for him, and he'd probably hurt himself or something, so I thank him for the offer of help, but turn him down. He walks a couple of doors down, and joins his own family, who it seems are also moving it.

At first it seems like they are moving in to nothing, but as I watch, their house starts to kind of push aside the houses on either side to put itself out there, kind of like the Harry Potter books sometimes describe the Fidelus. I realize these folks are magical, and think I probably should have let the kid help. If he's magical, he could have probably handled it. I decide to go over and say hi, but as I approach the door everybody steps inside, so I (slightly rudely, I'll admit) just follow them inside, waiting for a chance to introduce myself.

I'm kind of shocked to discover that my new neighbors are Santa Claus (red suit, long white beard, and all) and his kind of large, young, fairly hip family. I introduce myself, and explain that I used to be a muggle, but somehow I could see his house pushing it's way between the other houses. I tell him his son offered to help me move in, since I was all by myself, but I'd turned him down because I figured he wouldn't really be able to help ... but with magic, I'd be appreciative of the help, if the offer still stands.

Santa asks me what I have to move, and I kind of talk my stuff down, referring to it as a bunch of old books and old newspapers and such, but then I am quick to mention that they are old newspapers that have stuff I wrote in them, so it doesn't sound like I am a complete idiot hoarder or something. Santa says he understands, and points to a stack of newspapers in a cupboard underneath his coffee table, which also has old papers ... though his are papers with articles written about him, instead of by him.

After that, he admits that he already knew what I had to move ... that they had been watching me. They knew I was a decent fellow, and a nice guy, which is why they allowed me to see the magic. Santa's wife also starts talking, saying hello, but she is soon turning into one of the Adventurers Club performers that I didn't know well, since they came around after I'd quit going to the Club quite so much. Probably Megan M. Or Andrea C. [Both of whom I have seen mentioned in Facebook posts in the last two days.]

Things are shifting to a sort of Adventurers Club reunion, and Graham is holding a somewhat worn and ratty looking old pillow. Someone is asking him if he is going to throw it away or something, but he says he can't ... he says his wife wants it, and plans to sleep with it between her thighs at times when he is not available or something like that, and all the guys are drooling at the thought.

But soon things are shifting again, and I find myself talking to one of the above mentioned female Club members, but she isn't Santa's wife, but his real estate agent, and she works for a kind of a cross between a Realtor and the mob. There are a couple of tough thugs around to make sure nobody hurts anyone or anything here, and I'm trying to question the lady on any problems she may have with Santa. Meanwhile, a gangster's moll is sitting at a desk, wearing nice clothes, but with her legs partly spread to give folks a nice bit of an upskirt glimpse of her stockings and underwear.

10-05-2015 -- Working in a building that kind of reminds me of the Toshiba Medical building, but whatever kind of work I am doing, this time I am not security. But I am working perhaps some sort of warehouse work, and it is late in the evening, and we're sort of heading into the office portion of the building. Thing is, as we start to get into that area, the building is turning more into the version of Savanna that I know from past dreams that has a row of classrooms/offices directly north of the Main Office, with locker rooms, and secret passages and hidden stairways leading into off-limits areas. [I've had dreams taking place in this version of the school several times, though I am not sure where or if any of the others have been entered on the computer.]

We're pretty sure there is something in one of the offices that we want, so somebody just goes to grab the door, and I'm worried with how late it is, about whether that office might be locked or alarmed. It is locked, but the guy has a key. Unfortunately, it is also alarmed. The guy opens the door, and a light beeping starts. One of the guys is saying it can't be that bad, since there are no flashing lights going off ... so of course, red flashing lights immediately start up.

Soon security shows up, and starts to force all of us out of the building, and it seems like we're going to have to abandon the facility completely; one of the scientists tell us there isn't really any choice. But as we're being pushed out of the building, I'm listening to some of the alarms going off, and reading some of the warnings that are appearing, and I come to realize we were nearing access to a project which could have destroyed something like 99% of the world's population, leaving the ones who controlled it in control of the whole world.

Thing is, it would have worked fine, but the scientist doesn't want to allow the calamity to happen, so he falsely claimed the entire project had been compromised, and rigged the entire place to self-destruct, so he could save the world. I sidle up to him and explain I see what he just did, and try to thank him for saving the world, and he reacts by firing me on the spot, and calling over a couple of huge security thugs who grab me by the arms and start to haul me out of the building. They throw me into the Buena Park Mall parking lot and are threatening to beat me up. Somehow I can't help but feel its still a lot better than the destruction of almost all of humanity.

10-04-2015 -- This one starts oddly, especially since I can't remember most of the beginning. Somehow Pat Q., Paul O., and I are all together, and sitting down for pizza somewhere, like I'm pretty sure we've done in the past in real life. Thing is, we're also going on and on talking about our phone numbers, including a slightly odd number that I can't remember awake, but seemed to be an important phone number from a past dream that I no longer remember.

One of the many things we're discussing is how Lucius Malfoy has kidnapped Dobby, and we're hoping that he's going to be all right. The good thing is, he soon pops up to tell us that he managed to escape, and has decided to tak his revenge on Malfoy by grabbing an important book of documents; some kind of record keeping for Lucius' evil plans or illegal financial dealings. He's brought it back to Pat so she can use it to cause him trouble.

So somehow we use a 'spell' in the form of a technomancy piece of equipment to copy one page of this material, then I wear at it and mangle it until I manage to make it nice and soft and very old looking [like that paper ball Jimmy had been mangling in a class until it became almost cloth-like from the fibers breaking down], and then use it for something else, and leave it somewhere that Malfoy will find it, discover a few of his secrets on it, and start to worry about what else might turn up somewhere unexpected.

Soon the paper has turned into a huge map, which we have hung on a wall, and somehow as a part of this incredible plot (which becomes less sensible all the time) we're soon shooting at it with guns, putting a number of holes in it. Soon we're working at printing gold paper money. (The paper the bills are printed on are actually made of gold.) We're printing it on a fairly normal printer, feeding in letter-size sheets of thin gold, and printing the bill lettering and such on it, but I bump the printer, and the paper shifts mid-feed, messing up the bills. I try to fix it by kind of pulling the lettering off, and trying to smooth it out, then reaffix it to the gold, but of course it doesn't work.

Soon I am grabbing huge wads of unprinted gold bills that have already been trimmed down to bill size, and stuffing them into a brown paper bag, trying to hide the evidence of my damaging them, until we can perhaps resmelt them or something. About that time, a huge guy who is an odd cross between Hagrid and a huge black hillbilly walks in, thinks I have his lunch, and grabs the paper bag and opens it. When he sees what is inside, he's kind of shocked, and I have to swear him to secrecy about the whole thing.