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I no longer remember what happened before I became lucid and what tipped me off. But I remember realizing that this was a dream in a staircase, and jumping up and gravity did not pull me down (successful reality check), so I flew and I headed out onto a balcony and through a solid wooden balcony enclosure with my eyes open. I remember flying a bit outside before the scene changed and I lost lucidity, remembering I had just had a lucid dream though. There were some people at a loading dock and they seemed hostile, which tipped me off that they were just dream characters after all. So I regained lucidity, and flew up and started shooting at the DCs with bow and arrow. I again lost lucidity in a scene change, and this time I was sure I had woken up. I wanted to record my dream, but my husband kept insisting he had to finish reading a children's book to me. He read the final page, and wanted to start another, but I said no thanks. And my eyes opened in my actual bed (I checked).

Oh and all this happened after a WBTB after I woke up at 3:40 and got up for a bit and went back to sleep with intention to realize I am dreaming.

Morning of September 7, 2015. Monday.



This dream may have partly been influenced by briefly thinking about the number nine due to reading and checking an older entry and how, on one (symbolic) imagery level, it is like a seed growing a root.

My wife Zsuzsanna and our children and I are in Cubitis, at the north side of my childhood home and near the edge of the carport, more towards the driveway on the west end. I plant some seeds along the perimeter (where my mother sometimes had a garden in real life but mostly red canna lilies and coleus blumei). Surprisingly, they start to grow almost immediately. My wife’s mother is there in the background but her behavior is not problematic, oddly enough.

There are three types of plants that rapidly grow (so fast, we have to move out of the way), one being watermelon, though the watermelons grow nearly as big as a person and taste like strawberries (though otherwise they look like watermelon). Another type is like cabbage but unrealistic in that the leaves are more like spinach and in thick layers (as if stacked and compressed into the spherical form). Still, I eat my way through half a head and the flavor is actually enjoyable. The other type is dragon fruit, but it grows quite tall and the fruit hangs down more from the top of the plant, being reminiscent of a bent-over street light. The dragon fruit imagery gives me a very vague impression (though not really enough to focus much on it in that light in-dream) of the “neck” and “head” of the 1953 “War of the Worlds” spaceship design.

Hello guys and Im at it again! This meditation took place last night. I began by sitting up-right, position really depends on how my current mood. As i began, Focusing on the breath as per usual as I get more and more relaxed I feel myself go deeper and deeper within, As i do this I start to see shapes form, these shapea kept forming. The colour white would show, more shapes, the more I payes attention to this the more clearer and more faster I was seeing all these shapes flow by. I started to see quite snippets of a scene, different scenes in fact. I let the images ago. I become aware of how still ive become, i felt mentally still. Although thoughts where in my mind i was mentally still, my breathing felt much more better and clearer and I just felt like I reached my goal. I laid in this stillness for a minute. I felt peace, calmness. I enjoyed this experience.

2015-09-07

00:31 bedtime. Too late, dang. Watched a couple of movies in the evening right before bed, stayed up to finish one. Bad idea, recall fairly poor. Still missing a strong feeling of presence & vividness, at least, or it's vanishing quickly upon waking.

Need to really put strong effort into recall, noticing wakings, and get back to being excited about waking during the night to recall dreams. Wanted to do a WILD attempt but just couldn't get up during the night. Need daytime naps to take the edge off with my increased exercise?

Noticed at least one waking and did some mental recall, I think most of these were lost. Need to record in the middle of the night!

07:21
+ flooded room
I'm in a (bath?)room and some water has slopped on to the floor. I need to clean it up. I'm hitting/adjusting/prying something there and then I realize I've created a huge leak in the bathtub which is emptying on to the floor in a big flow. I scream "HELP! HELP! COME HERE!" to my wife. I try to plug up the leak with a towel and (that stops or slows the flow?)

+ Field/Fries
Walking outdoors daytime alongside some athletic fields the path branches and I take the right branch. I'm walking towards a practice, I'm hungry, I realize I'm carrying a package of McDonald's for the players, I open it up and see lots of packs of fries, I eat some (with ketchup?). Arrive at the athletic practice (football?) there are (small formations doing drills?)

+ winter motel
Walking along the side of a street (curb to my left, street to my right) in an outdoors wooded area, it's winter(?), walking by a line of cars extending out into the road, across it, and well down the intersecting road. They're waiting their turn to check in at the motel. There aren't many motel in this remote area. Most of the cars are white? I glance to the left and see some lights and see the small motel/inn there. I'm glad I had already arranged my stay at another place earlier.

+ charge mammoth boat/sex
LOTR attraction? There are options. I chose the giant mammoth to climb up/board/attack. It's more like a boat. The defenders are in very strong positions above me so it's really hard to make progress against them. There are lots of protuberances and statues to climb on though. I look down to the left and see churning water, with more spiky statues there beneath the surface attached to the ship/mammoth, so falling into the water is not necessarily safe. I make it up to the top and move through the crowd. I grab a very small being (like a doll) who I think is the leader. It's naked? I'm trying to determine its gender, it's not clear. I engage in some sexual contact with this thing.

+ door/note/shrimp
Walking through town in shops, I'm a bit aware of my path [day practice!] was on a side road now I'm on a larger road. I wave to my wife who's farther up the road? We go through a door leading down some steps (still outside), my wife is behind me, I brush her hand which is holding the door and she grabs her hand back and says something about me hitting her hand, I say "well if you'd walk ahead of me where I could see you that wouldn't happen." Down at the bottom of the steps some people glance back at me saying "thanks" (with a sarcastic tone?).I think they wanted me to hold the door for them?

I'm given a note I on a small (triangular?) piece of (dark?) paper instantly recognize as being from my, it's her handwriting, is this her last note to me instead of that email?, It's dated "April XX" and I'm trying to remember date of her passing, was this note before or after that time?

I hear her voice? she is talking about the shrimp. She's saying the heads are tasty but the tails are nasty. "It's too bad you can't just eat the head because it gives you a buzzy feeling." I hold the shrimp in my hand (large prawn style) the head looks sort of normal with some little hairs poking out of its mid-section but the tail looks like a big segmented pink worm body. I wonder why the tails are not tasty, I think it's perhaps because it hasn't been deveined, so I turn it over and pry open the tail to look for a poop vein.

were all after the purple meth crystal and tryna understand by not understand me that were after the blue meth crystal now the blue meth crystal shy away from the red as it shy the purple meth crystal just flicks in perfect symmtery now the blue meth crystal has many users so does teh green and teh purple understand me not by understanding me now the red crystals shy away like a sly depth septor to cancle out the jedi scum if there even more jedi to be subdue

so I've finally got my LD skills up and over the past few days I've made a couple of new things on Star Island:

1. Jem City- A City Where people can live a hang out

2. Friendship Mystery School- A school in which Dreamers can learn how to become better At LD.

3. The Blank Planet: A planet that acts as a canvas for imaginative thinking and creating! But the second when everyone leaves the planet, it goes back to a blank planet

I really love Lucid Dreaming, especially with friends! If anyone is interested in Shared dreaming please inbox me or leave a comment It would be my honor to help!

I was in my old house mom's bedroom...laying on the bed cut open to where I can see my insides. and this man don't know who he was said that since he has the organs that he needs he would kill me unless I could hide in the ceiling where the light is....first time where I was able to reliable I was dreaming and keep going....After he stiched me up he sat me on the floor for some reason I started opening the place where he stitched me up...at this time this guy is laying on the bed sleep and I start cutting him to get my organs back...weird huh.....after all of that is done I was getting ready to still follow what he stated and climb up into the space where the light is located but remembered he was dead...i somehow fix my body and began to hear a school bus...I immediately go to the front door to stop my nephew from coming in..just then my sister pulls in the driveway and he has to get groceries out of the car....i quickly told my sister to follow me to the bedroom. I told her he was going to kill me since he had my organs unless I found a place to hide while he slept.... but I ended up killing him...all she said was great...after all of that I remembered somehow doing the entire process that a friend gave me a card and told me to contact her.. who might I add I have not seen since we left college but stay in touch on social media. ...
I must say this was weird for a Sunday afternoon nap from 4 until 7:30.

Excuse the typos I typed this on my phone since I couldn't find my pad.

I've gotten better at WILD, although it took... what... 4 years?

I've found I have much more control over the dream and don't run into the "stuck in the dark" issue that plagues my lucid dreams when I gain awareness during a dream.

I've been horrible about keeping a dream journal, and today I only remember my 2 WILD lucid dreams and not much else. Very lazy of me.

My favorite method for WILD is to explore a specific environment. I have two main fallbacks, two different "home bases". I know a lot of people really want to create a home base. It has been very difficult for me - I had no luck even managing to arrive in my home base for 2 solid years. I think part of it was that my "home" really wasn't a good one and didn't reflect my true personality or needs, and I had to spend a lot of time rearranging and rebuilding it in my head. I have two different ones right now, depending on what I want to accomplish. One is a whimsical home in what looks like the rainforest of the Pacific Northwest, perched on a cliff over the ocean. The other one is a fortress in a rugged landscape that looks a lot like the Grand Canyon, although much more mountainous.


LD #1: Woke up. Had to use the bathroom. Went back to bed.
Began my visualization of home #1... I was on the sandy beach below the cliff. I walked up and down the beach in my mind, focusing on all of the sensations that would go with it - the sound of the waves, the sound of the wind, the feel of the sand beneath my feet and even the slight whisper it made when I walked. How my footprints looked. The sky and horizon over the ocean, and the smell of salt on the breeze. Eventually, the sound of gulls over the water.

I looked back toward my house. There are steep stairs that lead up from the beach to the top of the cliff - they're made from the stones themselves. I walk across the beach to the steps and start climbing upward toward the house. The stones feel solid beneath my feet.

By the time I reach the top of the cliff, the dream has solidified into a lucid dream, although it still feels very fragile. I spend some time on the terrace at the top of the cliff looking out across the beach and ocean, and marvel at how beautiful it is.

I have a feeling that there are some friends nearby heading toward my house, so I move through the bedroom (which has a door leading to the terrace) and then the kitchen area. Things are fuzzy and I've made the mistake of not stabilizing very well because I'm anxious to greet my friends.

I open the front door. The rainforest outside is cool and misty. Wooden steps create a trail upward through the foliage. I can hear their voices in the distance, it sounds like two of them are arguing with each other.

Two of my friends appear at the top of the steps and start heading downward... I can still hear the others arguing with each other, although they're still out of sight somewhere further up the trail.

All of this is very distracting. The dream is too thin at this point, and it fades. I wake up.

LD #2:
I wake up naturally. It's early morning... light outside, but earlier than I'd like to get out of bed. I don't really remember the dreams I just had.

I lie back and begin another visualization; this time, I'm exploring the fortress. The fortress is a very new idea, interesting and a bit more grim. I wander around through some nondescript rooms... I haven't really developed the place much... and eventually become lucid in an area with ugly lemon yellow walls that really don't look very fortressy. I'm sort of irritated since I'd rather be somewhere more fitting for what I'd like, and more interesting. The hall I'm going down twists and turns but doesn't lead anywhere, and I'm becoming more irritated.

I run across a woman wearing a very old-fashioned maid outfit (not like a sexy French maid, think a traditional English maid) but she's very... zombielike. I think I said something to her, and she replied in a monotone. Her eyes were white and milky-looking. I don't like her and don't want to deal with zombies, so I destroy her (with a thought, she basically becomes a blood spatter across the walls and floor).

I run across one of the dream characters who'd normally inhabit this fort (he's a general) but everything is foggy so I don't recall any specifics about him... I need to work on him a little more... and complain about the zombie. He tells me that he and another dream character zombified all of the inhabitants and servants in the fortress when they took it over, so they wouldn't have to deal with any opposition by them but the fortress was kept running and in pretty decent repair. He doesn't care much about convenience and upkeep for himself - he doesn't need that stuff - but the way he sees it, it's more convenient for me. It's sort of evil and disturbing, but it IS something I'd expect that character to do, and he does have a good point.

This wasn't something I came up with myself... I was a little surprised by it, actually. I still don't really like the zombies, but I don't want to argue with that particular dream character very much - he's very stubborn - so I let the zombie thing slide.

As I head toward the main door that leads outside of the fortress, the dream falls apart and I wake up.

1: I was a mouse trapped in a cage/safe by someone who resembled my brother. I'm not sure entirely how I got into the cage, but whenever I tried to escape he always caught me and put me back. He gave me cheese every now and then, which is when I usually tried to escape, but no luck. I tried to leap across to the kitchen table, which had some sore of portal on it, but alas he caught me every time. I eventually stopped trying to escape, resigning myself to a life of imprisonment, when he left me alone for a little bit to answer the door. As he was talking to his friend/colleague, I managed use a lockpick from inside the safe to twist the lock open, escape through the door and, just as he turned around in suspicion, I sprinted out the door like a ball of lightning! Freedom!

2: More of a fragment, I remember being in a city with different guilds, and I was part of the engineeering guild. I was with a more junior colleague as we walked to a professors house. The city was a bit steampunky with gas lamps and cobble streets/large manor houses with some beautiful, dark green/blue trees.

3:I was in my physics class as we were preparing for the annual physics expo day. I initially was reminiscing about last years (which I swear was a previous dream I have had, or so today's dream has made me think!). The expo last year was a video game one, with statues, memorabilia and examples of games throughout the ages everywhere. I remember there being a statue of galaxy eyes tachyon dragon for some reason, and the finale of the event involved two students competing in some crazy video game competition.
Fast forward to this year, and the teacher outlines his vision and told us what we would be doing to prepare. Budget didn't seem to be an issue for him, as he agreed pretty much to whatever suggestions we had without a second thought. He went around the room counting the number of special computers and hings we had for the event, then told us to get cracking. We started working on preparations, and soon me and a few others started complaining about the way some of our subjects were taught. Some people complained about chemistry, whereas others and I complained about the language we were learning. We had a bit of a good natured grumble and then left, presumably to lunch.

Morning of September 6, 2015. Sunday.



This is mostly an ordinary dream of a typical passive perspective. At one point, I become aware that three younger men, all around thirty perhaps, are sitting in our living room. I am not sure of what circumstances or implied back story brought this about though I do not seem annoyed as I often am in such dreams. Our house seems different, with more open space in the rooms and larger overall as well.

I do not seem to know who the males are. I first consider that they are new tenants for a nearby house. I make an absentminded comment about some people not living in any place for more than a few months. I also make a sarcastic comment about the conditions of the houses in the region. They do not seem amused and I start to think that they may be some sort of real estate appraisers. They make unrealistic comments about how nice the houses are but I do not respond.

Soon, I notice that when I look out the window, there is only a field of tall dry grass across the street from our house. I get the impression that there are not many other houses or buildings around after all, and that what I thought of as a street is actually a (fictional) back road in a somewhat isolated area. This seeing of the high golden grass through the window (instead of a large parking lot as in reality - though it was actually a large field before this) and realizing there are not many neighbors makes me feel good and makes me consider that my “complaints” were unwarranted. My flawed thinking does not trigger lucidity in any way. The men continue to talk about the nature of the houses and their value though I also get the impression that some maintenance or repair work may be done soon (not necessarily on our own house).

At one point, I look out the kitchen window and notice the neighbor’s dog running around and barking in our backyard. I mention this to my wife but I do not go out. The dog, however, is a small beagle, and I become mildly amused rather than angry at the neighbor, at its random wandering about. I go back into the living room.

After the men talk a bit more, they leave through the kitchen area, it seems, though I suddenly get suspicious and go into the kitchen myself. However, I do not see anyone but my wife Zsuzsanna and our youngest daughter. Zsuzsanna talks about getting some extra things in some sort of subscription to a craft series. (I am not sure if she just bought it at the newsagency - what they call magazine vendors here - or got it in the mail.)

My wife goes into the living room to sit on the couch and I notice the transparent rectangular plastic box she has is filled with numerous random items. At least a few of the items are old ruined CDs that are meant to be used in a craft project. There is also a general appearance of similar items; for example, a small plastic lid of some sort that is of a lesser diameter than a CD though with a large circular hole in the center as well as a couple embroidery hoops and a couple round beverage coasters. Several of the items look as if they may be pieces of old toys meant to be used in a new craft project. My wife seems happy about the special cheaper price for the first part of the subscription series. I am not sure if a particular subscription project utilizes the random items, or if they are meant to be used for the individual ideas of the subscribers.

As mostly my IRL self, I'm following a news story about a court case. The girl on trial is a minor, but the people involved in the case keep talking about her as if she's an adult; there's racial connotations. Her outlook is not good. As not-exactly-my-IRL-self, I'm thinking this is an injustice. I've allowed them long enough to work this out themselves, they've had their chance; I'm going to step in and remove her from this ridiculous trial. There's a connotation here that this means dropping everything going on in my life. I'm nearly out the door when IRL-self stops to wonder exactly what I think I can do.

I'm standing in a dimly-lit, brown-toned library where I'm meeting Mazikeen for the first time in a long time. The dreamer part of me is critiquing the way the dream is representing her half-alive half-dead status; the parts of her without skin are tinged green, and it crosses over her body, so that her left arm and right leg are dead. I think of this as a clumsy representation of the life/death mix. The character part of me is remembering seeing her a long time ago, when she'd just been made immortal and she'd been elated about it, saying that she'll be able to continue to serve as long as I need her. I'm wondering whether she'll think what I'm doing now is worth serving - or rather, what I'm not doing now; I've abandoned certain ambitions.

The light rail car speeds across the desert, its tracks raised high into the air. An attack helicopter closes on us, and the tension of the people within the car is palpable.

The train is carrying civilians, and we don't have any way to fight back.

The wind whips at me as I stand at the open door, the grounday speeding past far below. What's the worst that could happen? I think, This is only a dream.

I jump.

I reach out and grab onto the landing skids of the helicopter, grinning wildly.

(Later, I'm Harry Potter taking on an army of conventional weaponry.)

A restaurant

I am a new recruit in a secret dream task force. I am here at this restaurant to meet my partner, The Gourmand. He doesn't look like a secret agent. He is portly, loud, and loves food. He gives me a Dream Unit, which is a folding tablet that is disguised as a normal computer but also has technology to track agents in the dream world. Through flashes and intuition, I gain an understanding of how things work in this fiction. When we fall asleep we enter an alternate reality that all people enter when they dream. This other reality, called trans-reality, is as valid as ours, called cis-reality. Normally, dreamers are randomly assigned to another identity in the dream world, but the Dream Unit allows us to remain ourselves with our memories and intentions, and to communicate between agents in both realities. The Dream Units also require a nearby Transmitter, which is a little electronic cylinder about the size of a bike pump.

A small town

Our first mission sends The Gourmand and me to a small town, both in cis- and trans-reality. It seems European, with narrow crooked streets an quaint little houses and shops. I don't know all the details of the mission so I follow The Gourmand's lead. First we need to find a spot for the Transmitter, which we stash in a remote alley. We learn that near the town is a little mountain village in trans-reality where a popular comedian will be doing a rare double show tonight. Our target will be at the second show.

Meanwhile, I show off the Dream Unit to some friends in cis-reality. I allude to its secret functionality but don't tell any more.

A mountain road

The Gourmand retrieves the Transmitter and I drive us up the mountain toward the village. I take a wrong turn and my partner gives me some grief because he knows a shorter route. My route takes us a bit away from the village. We set up the Transmitter here because it will be safe, but The Gourmand is concerned about the range not covering our mission area. We then head into the village.

A mountain village

My partner and I split up. The Gourmand heads to the local hotel to gather information. My task is to attend the comedy show, find our target, and follow her to her next location. As it is a double show, I buy a ticket for the first show and watch it just because I like the comedian. Between the shows, I walk out to the parking lot and spot my target trying to buy tickets for the second show from a scalper. After some haggling, she decides not to buy a ticket and instead walks away. I shadow her to a Chinese restaurant that looks like a gang hangout. Rather than follow her in, I return to the hotel to meet my partner.

A hotel bar

The Gourmand has been at the hotel bar, entertaining a group of strangers with his knowledge of food and drink and showing off his Dream Unit. I guess he is gathering information, but I'm not sure what exactly. Maybe he's just having a good time on the company dime. I join them, and he's certainly an amusing fellow, but I want to get on with the mission. Finally, we head to the restaurant.

A Chinese restaurant

We enter, despite the suspicious looks of the gangster bouncers. Inside, the lighting is all red and the place is crowded with people. We navigate through the restaurant as my partner finally informs me that the target is a man going by the name "David Robinson" but I'm not sure if we are here to save him or assassinate him. In one wing of the restaurant, a man is making a toast and thanking several people by name in the crowd. When he thanks "David" and a man stands up to receive a cheer, we know we have found our target. David suddenly falls, as if shot, but the noise of the crowd makes it impossible for me to know. Everyone charges for the exits and I'm dragged along with them.

A mountain road

Some time later, I regroup with The Gourmand. We should have returned back to cis-reality by now, but there's something wrong with the Transmitter. We find it where we left it, but it is out of power. The situation could have been worse if it had been discovered or damaged. It was a rocky first mission and this final detail is another difficulty, but we just need to recharge it down at the town.

Tried to WILD last night with no success; too much on my mind.

No other dreams currently remembered... damn it.

I'll have to try harder tonight.

Once a month, I have a dream about the apocalypse.

I've been working on my dream recall lately, because I'm trying to recovery from a long battle with mental illnesses. I stopped quite some time ago but I'm making excellent progress. It's nice to be interested in something again.

Here is the dream.

My family is living in an apartment building, instead of our house. I look out the window and see a lake. The sky is very dark, and I feel extremely creeped out. I can hear my parents talking to my sister behind me. I see some clouds swirling around, and suddenly, I see a meteor fall from the sky, into the lake. I immediately think, "The apocalypse is happening".

My dad warns me to back away from the window, but I can't look away. I see a meteor coming towards our building, and I scream. It hits somewhere below us and I feel the building sway. It made me feel sick.

My dad and some man who I've never seen before start grabbing supplies. I see them loading canned foods and cases of water into a car. Yes, a car was in the middle of our apartment building hahaha.

Suddenly, we're in the basement of the house we live in in my waking life. I don't remember how we got there. I don't see my mom anywhere, but I see my dad and sister talking. I realize that I forgot my phone charge in my room, because apparently that's very important to have during the apocalypse. I feel my anxiety building up as I prepare to dash up to my room to grab my phone charge. Oh, priorities...

I dash up the stairs, and I can feel sweat running down my face. I hear some awful buzzing sound, which was apparently the sound of meteors crashing into the earth. I kept thinking "This is it, Jayme. You could die any second."

I didn't die, though. I managed to get my phone charger and threw myself back down the stairs. But when I looked around, my family was gone.