Don't recall much but my dreams are getting vivider so I guess this is what I gotta do now :3 Dream 1 :[COLOR="#800080"] I'm in a bus with a muscular asian guy that seems to be my husband. There's a kid (boy) jumping around on all the seats. It then suddenly transforms into a baby and I hold him in my hands. I can't stop staring at him and at the asian guy and then we start to compare our looks with the baby. Seemed like it was ours. After this, all I remember is going to a wedding with them and everybody welcomes me, my asian husband and the kid. We seem like a pretty respected family. [/COLOR] Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]I am with my sister in a pet shop. I look around and I see an old woman petting and kissing some swimming hamsters. I suddenly hear a loud sound and the owner of the shop tells me that something bad happened. I see a necklace on the floor, I grab it and then run. I get teleported in this hall that has one room at the end. I run and open the room and there's another hall with ANOTHER room at the end. I open that too and then I see this white room with some keys inside the keyhole and when I try to open it this dude with a bazooka shoots me in the head. [/COLOR] Dream 3 (fragment) :[COLOR="#800080"] I'm in a mall that looks very futuristic and there's some old lady near me drinking hot chocolate and I beg her for something.. don't recall what.[/COLOR]
Updated 02-19-2015 at 09:04 AM by 61851
Previous: Lesson 1 dream Next: Talk to Principal Color Code: Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid, Waking life notes 2/18/2015 My approach for the ongoing goal of attending a lucid dreaming school is to assume when I am lucid that I am already in the school and have a lesson test to perform. This one wasn't quite as interesting as the first one, but I think it can still count as another beginner lesson. I am seated at a table, meditation and in a trance-like sleep, (or sleep-like trance).Now I know I'm dreaming. A man is holding me an says "You know everything and everything is terrible." I laugh and say "that's good," and want to remember it. Now, perhaps less lucid, I am looking for an attractive woman to have sex with, but all I see are old women and young girls. I do find find a lady who I think I use to know, and we do some stuff until I wake up. I don't move and I am able to re-enter the dream. This one is also mostly about sex. Halfway through, the woman begins to change shape. Her head turns into a container-like object and she shrinks to doll size, and becomes very skinny. I try to take back control of the dream, but it doesn't work and I wake up again. I stay still in bed and begin to dream as I repeat the phrase "I am dreaming..." It begins to sound strange, like a deep buzzing, vibrating sound. I also feel vibration in my body and I hear instramental music. I feel happy and I sit up in bed. I know I am dreaming and this time I remember my goal. I get up and say that I want to be or that I am in a dream school, then clarify and say "lucid dream school," and I ask "what's my lesson?" I am alone in a dark room. I say/decide/determine that my lesson's goal is "to get out of this damn box room." (I have had many lucid dreams in which I am alone in a house and unable to find anyone, so this seems like a good test for me). I go through a door and find another, smaller room with two beds. The room is all one color, blue or maybe green. I say "a dead end..." and then realize it isn't. There are at least three doors. I take the one on the left. In a hallway, I find a door with light shining through the bottom, so I know it's the right way. I open the door and go out. Now I'm in a place that resembles a mall or shopping center, with lots of stores. I go into one and look at some stuff. I see a T-shirt that reads "I heart (a person's first and last name)," with a painting of a truck. I think it must be the name of the truck. There are some dolls hanging up. They are your traditional big eyed little girl in a dress and pigtails sort of dolls. One of the doll's eyes move. I say to it "that's creepy, but I'm not scared of you because I know this is a dream!" I am pointing my finger at the doll. Back outside, I see a creepy man walking by. There is something inhuman about him. There are other people around who also seem off, and I have a feeling there are aliens among them. I lose my lucidity and find a friend burning a Batman hoody in a large panini grill. I grab the hoody and save it. I am sleep walking and see myself in third person. I say something that doesn't make sense and try to climb a decorative wall. The friend leads me away. I lay on the floor next to a bench and wake up to write down my dreams. Hard to say for sure if I passed this lesson. I feel that the main objective was to get out of the house and find some other people. I did manage to get out, and I sort of found other people, but they didn't feel like the right kind of beings. So, it's a half pass, I guess.
Updated 03-03-2015 at 10:02 PM by 36900
1. I was walking around in a place that had a red sky and red stone bricks for the ground. Nobody I knew was with me, and I was all by myself. There are plenty of random people walking around me, just minding their own business. Suddenly everything turns to chaos. The sky starts raining down fire, an earthquake starts, and lava starts flowing out of the ground. "Dear God, it's the end of the world" I thought. I retreated into a small one story shop like building and hid inside. Once I got inside I went to sit down in a corner for protection. I had no idea what was going to happen. I looked outside through the big glass windows that stretched from the ceiling of the shop to the bottom, and I could see everything. People were running everywhere like they were going crazy. I felt a great fear inside of me, but at the same time I also felt security. I started to pray. "Dear God, I know I may have not been the best Christian, but please, please take me to heaven God" I prayed. I started to cry. This all felt as real as day(Usually in occasions like this I would definitely do a reality check, since the end of the world only happens once. However, I didn't get much sleep the night before so this nap put me into REM). Suddenly I am shot with fire and I can feel myself start to die. I began thinking that I would go to hell since I'm not that good of a person in my eyes. "God please!" I cried as I felt myself slipping from "reality" and into the unknown.
17 February 2015 I and two other people were lead through a dark forest to a summer camp, as we passed through the gate and onto the camp grounds I noticed to my right a large garden of over sized eyeballs. If there was more to the eyes then it would be obvious that they all were expressing different emotions, some were squinting, some were wide open, and some blinked a couple of times. I stared at them, noticing all the different colors of them. It was strange. When a camp director came to us and greeted us I asked her what the hay those even were. She smiled at me and responded, "those eyes each belong to a member of the camp faculty." Next she bent down and picked up the closest eye, a sky blue one...well more like the black object it was in anyway. "This one is mine." she says. A yellow tulip appears in her right hand and she holds it close to her face, it could barely be seen but I noticed a yellow powder fly out of it. The director looked down at it and then at the eye she was holding, next thing I knew it lifted out of the object it had been laying in and drifted a few inches away from the director. It felt like my mouth dropped open, I stared in amazement at the eye. How is she making it levitate like that? Then the dream ended...
-I played with a new puppy and my older sister told me to give him sufficient white iron supplement with his food.The iron looked messy like powder and pills all clumped together so i didn't think it was a good idea to give him it. -The place around me was covered with snow and I was in front of a building. There was a news reporter guy and a man who was familiar with the building. The man familiar with the place opened the gate to the back of the building and as soon as i started walking inside he told me to come back.When i came back i saw a deflated huge black and blue super hero like hand. The news reporter asked what he was going to do with it. The other guy said he was going to pump air into the hand that he created. As soon as he did it got bigger and bigger until he stopped.
(I become lucid in the 10th paragraph, not counting this one. I guess I should start doing that color-coding thing.) It's the 1960's and I'm part of the civil right's movement. There's a rivalry between me and woman who's got the stereotypical tan safari clothes on, and keeps trying to kill me, treating me as if I'm a rare animal to become a trophy. I keep encountering her, fighting her, and narrowly getting away, until one night, it's me and a whole bunch of other people in the civil rights movement (I think it might have been some kind of gathering or meeting) in a room, and the safari lady comes in and shuts the door, trapping us and herself. There's so many of us that we overpower her quickly, and we gravely consider killing her, because that's the only way we think she'll stop trying to kill us (I didn't even remember the police existed at this point - though I honestly don't know how much the police would have done for civil rights activists in the 60's). While we're holding her down, she smiles/grimaces at us, saying that we've won, and we should kill her, because otherwise, she won't stop until we're all dead. Three of us are holding her down and another one hits her hard on the temple, killing her. I'm basically weeping at this point. There is a long moment of solemnity and sadness felt by everyone in the room at this point. However, everyone slowly brightens, and decides to celebrate instead, because apparently this was a huge step in gaining equal rights. There's partying, and down the hall they're making hamburgers with a bunch of different crazy ingredients. Since I know food often makes me feel better, I go down there and check it out. There's one person standing at the only hamburger-making space available, making hamburgers for the two or three other people in the room. They request hamburgers with nutella, peanut butter, this stuff that is like strawberry-flavored nutella, and more. I pick out a reese's peanut butter cup brand peanut butter (which is sweeter than regular peanut butter) and some chocolate spread of the same brand. However, I can't really get the chef's attention, and I feel ignored and unwanted (feelings I struggle with in real life.) I trudge back to the party room and sit behind the couch. I sit there because I want to kind of "hide" behind the couch, you know? That's where I want to be while I sulk and feel bad about myself. However, I find that the floor is too uncomfortable. I get up and lie down at the edge of the couch with one leg up over the corner of the back of the couch. I'm not really upside-down, but I am in an awkward position. I fall asleep. In my dream-within-a-dream, I'm hanging out with Finn and Jake from Adventure Time. I don't really remember much, except that I can stretch (but not expand) like Jake, and whenever I consume certain items, I get bigger. My plan is to eat a whole bunch of these items, getting really big, and then squashing myself back to normal size. This way, I can "expand" like Jake whenever I want to (being limited by how big I can get myself from eating things). I'm having trouble finding anything I can actually eat. Finn comes over to say something to me, but right at that moment, I'm looking at a menu that projects from my forehead (like Pearl in Stephen Universe) and I see a button that says "descend from above" or something like that. I say, "hmm, what's this do?" and I press it before Finn can say anything. Objects start falling fast from the sky in blue streaks. I say, "oh, well, that makes sense." But they're hitting and hurting people (nothing serious), so I feel bad about it. I go to collect one, and it turns out that I can consume these (I don't say "eat" 'cause it wasn't really the same thing)! I pick up as many as I can, but it isn't much, and very soon the shower ends and the remaining grounded objects disappear. I have one more use left on the button, so I use it again. But this time, to collect them all and protect the people who got hurt by them last time, I stretch myself thin over the whole area, catching every single falling-star-thing. I'm satisfied. Finn comes next to me, and we're standing on a hill, alone, watching as the rest of my body catches the falling stars. Finn says, gently, "Hey man.. are you ok?" And I say just as gently, "Yeah.... Yeah, right now, I think I am." Then I wake up from my dream-within-a-dream back into my regular dream. It's light (when I fell asleep it was dark). I sit up. There are still a few stragglers left from the party, talking, eating their last bits of hamburger, and getting ready to leave. I get up and realize that the party was in my living room (though different from my real one save for the window and two couches). When it was dark, I didn't realize just where we were. I walk down a road downhill and I see this crazy-looking roller coaster. A guy who presumably works for whoever owns it enthusiastically comes over to me, tells me how amazing the ride is, then "shows me a video" of it in action. When he "shows me a video", what really happens is that my view is suddenly placed in an empty seat of the ride. As he describes the ride to be in false enthusiasm (the kind you hear in commercials, y'know?) I at first am only watching the view while standing where I was, but eventually, it feels like my body is actually on the ride. It kind of goes like this until I AM on the ride. I like roller coasters, but I don't like this one. It went so fast and hard that the weird corkscrews hurt my back, and we went upside down in violent ways that lasted too long that hurt my neck. I tried multiple methods of sitting in that seat, but no matter what, the coaster kept hurting me. Finally, it ended and we all got out. I noticed while on the ride that I seemed to be the only girl on the whole coaster. As we got out, guys were coming up to me and asking who I was, where I had come from, etc. Non-maliciously. They were just curious, since they had all come together and suddenly there was this stranger on the ride. I felt my usual stress and vulnerability as I was crowded by a bunch of older (early 20's) men, and I made my excuses and left. However, one of the guys followed me, because he wanted to talk to me some more. We go into a room and he says something (I don't remember what), and I respond in a male voice. I try to act normal, but inwardly, I'm so happy and relieved. I didn't really know I was in a dream, per se, but I knew enough that what was happening wasn't real in some way. I happily took on my role as a male, stress and fear melting away. It felt very nice to talk to a guy without worrying about the usual stuff. So I don't remember how it transitions, but I have this sentient object whose name I think was Sally. Sally can transform into different objects, but she rarely listens to me. I have her with me as I go to the entrance of this really fancy mansion with a closed gate. There is a tiny pond in front, outlined in rocks and surrounded then by a fancy driveway/walkway paved in shiny, smooth, white stone, the irregular shapes fitting together so you could hardly feel the cracks with your fingers. A butler passes by on the other side of the lake, leaving the mansion - I assume after a day's work. He glances into the pond and says, "oh, a turtle," and keeps walking. I, however, look into the pond, and say excitedly, "oh! A turtle!" It's a large (too large for a real one of its species, truthfully) musk turtle, and it's sitting just under the water on the rocks, so I lean over and grab it without getting very wet at all. I set it down on the pavement and look at it, and the butler guy briefly comes over and looks at it to, interested. There are some shenanigans with Sally that I don't really remember. She's a serious "person" and doesn't let me use her for much riffraff. At some point, me and I think the guy I met earlier, are at the door of my grandparent's house. We're there to visit my parents and grandparents because it's apparently "the holidays". It's not anything like their real door or house. However, the door has lights on it that spell out something about cutting hair or a barber shop, so I rationalize the differences by figuring that they just took the door from my grandpa's old barbershop and used it as their own. (This doesn't explain the house's differences, though my grandpa really did own a barbershop not long ago). For some reason that I don't remember, I voluntarily have Sally turn into a chain and choke me. I walk away from the door and explain to my friend that I'll be right back, but I obviously don't want my parents to see me while Sally is choking me. When she stops (I don't remember where she goes, but she's with me somehow), I go back to the door and we knock. We're quickly greeted by my grandparents, and we come in. The inside is very reminiscent of my other grandparents' home, but smaller. In real life, my other grandparents no longer own that home, but I don't find anything odd about it then. It's very nice and warm and all-around feel-good. I greet my grandparents, and I see my mom sitting on the couch with the dog/cat carrier we have next to her on the couch. I see our old dog running around excitedly on the ground. I greet and hug my mom, and I think about how sad it is to see the dog. I always end up seeing her alive in my dreams, and on special occasions like holidays we'll revive her, but she died a while ago, so it's very sad. I think that that doesn't sound right. I think, how do we revive her on special occasions? Wouldn't the body be quite broken down by now? Then I realize that we don't ever revive her on special occasions. She's really dead for good, and this is therefore a dream. I do a reality check (hold my nose and breathe in) just to make sure, and I'm correct. I stand up and face the wall, about to leave. My parents say something about how I shouldn't go yet because I just got there, and I say something like, "Sorry, no, this is a lucid dream, bye~!". I do a reality check as I'm leaping away through the wall, just to make sure it's a dream and I'm not really ditching my parents. It should be noted that when I was visiting them, it was as if I was in my early 20's and living alone, so I really was just "visiting". In reality, I'm in my teens, and I'm still living with them. I leap through this grey-white void with light snowfall around me, and I find myself on a city street, empty except for one dog. I don't remember exactly what happens, but the dog is sentient and if I recall correctly, it (he) recognizes me as another dog, and tells me to "come on". Obliging, I get on all fours and run after him. I'm pleased with my ability to do this since it's so hard in my dreams to shape my body into one that can actually run like a dog. I'm not quite perfect at it. My legs are still a little too long and I have to run on the tips of my fingers, and I can't go very fast. My dog friend (who seemed maybe like some kind of husky, iirc) told me to hurry up, and I told him that my legs were too long. Understanding, he and I go up to a building that specializes in plastic surgery for dogs. We go in and I explain that I need my legs shortened, my arms elongated, my fingers shortened, and the "pads" on both my hands and feet to be more pronounced, all so I could run better/feel more like an actual dog. The two workers there (who were also dogs - I don't remember one of the breeds, but one was a female poodle. The one I was talking to was a male - maybe a bulldog? He was kind of stuffy) talked to me about what I needed done, and my friend went ahead and requested some improvements too, but I don't remember what. He asked us our breeds, and my friend said "husky". I had kinda thought before that I felt sort of like a great dane (though I wasn't that big, iirc). So I was going to say that, then I remembered the heart problems great danes have in real life, so I didn't feel comfortable saying that. I thought huskies were cool since they were "closer to wolves", so I said, "half great dane.... half husky." The dog I was talking to seemed to accept that begrudgingly, with a sort of "sure, okay, whatever," air. (At some point as we're in there, another dog flies in w/ a helicopter type of contraption attatched to her back (like dogcopter from Steven Universe) and frantically says something about how she (or maybe it was one of her pups) NEEDS an operation NOW. I'm disappointed because I assume that'll take precedent instead of my own problems, but somehow I am still able to be immediately tended to. I think 1-3 of her pups might have flown in with her? I don't really remember much. The poodle that was working there was white-furred, and I think this was a black-furred poodle.) We go to downstairs to his desk, which is lit only by a single naked bulb swinging from the middle of the ceiling, and a small desk lamp. The basement is mostly storage, with a small area near the stairs cleared away of boxes to make room for the desk. He sits down and slides over something that's sort of like the ink pads you press stamps into (or now that I think about it, more like those pads you press your keys into to make a copy). It was dark-colored and just wide enough for what he asked us to do. He told us to give him the prints of all four of our paws. My friend did it first, but then it busted our enemy! I think it might have been the safari lady again. My friend fought her as I quickly made the prints for my paws. There was another print that my friend had made that I don't remember him asking for, and I tried a few times to replicate it, but I had a hard time (I think I got it the last time though, thankfully, since I didn't have any more room left the make prints). I then turned to fight her. We were both struggling, but then, the plastic surgeon dogs made their move! They somehow did it remotely. As I was fighting, I felt the skin of my legs pinch together as if they were invisibly marking where they were going to operate, and the same sort of thing happened with my other body parts that needed modified. Then, I felt my legs snap-crunch shorter, and my arms elongated in an abrupt fashion. I was getting better at maneuvering and fighting the lady, then. My fingers shortened, my pads got more pronounced. Whatever my friend asked for happened to him to. After that, we went from struggling to dominating, and we kept fighting, pressing our enemy back. It felt very cool. I think when my modifications were complete, I thought triumphantly and half-jokingly, "now.. I am a DOG!" Unfortunately, I didn't get to experience much more fun as a dog, because I woke up. However, right before I did, (and I knew I was waking up soon), I remembered about the task of the month. I very quickly grabbed a green rubber toy crocodile from one of the storage boxes and set it down on the ground. I assumed it was sentient, so it was. While it was looking away, I scratched it across the side of its snout, and then as it looked back, I pointed to my friend and said, "He did it!" He looked at me incredulously and said, "What??" I knew it wasn't much, but it would have to do. Then I woke up. I felt kind of "fuzzy", and I squinted into the warm, sunshine-colored room, not wanting to get up. ...And then I woke up for real, because apparently the first time was a false awakening. PS: Bulldogs aren't healthy breeds either, iirc. It's kind of odd to say that here but I feel like I should. At least english bulldogs aren't. I don't know much about the other kinds.
Updated 02-19-2015 at 01:12 AM by 55779 (grammar)
Date: 2/18/2015 Method: MILD & WBTB (along with ADA & RC/RRC) Total sleep time: only 4hours, work schedule is chaotic at this time. Dream I colleague of mines sick in RL, she was in my dream from last night and she had just returned back to work. In RL she wears her hair short and platinum blonde but in the dream, her short hair was a jet black. She also is an older woman and in my dream she was very young...almost like a young teen-age girl. Fragment Something about my MAC Cosmetic powder puff being ripped to shreds. Fragment I dreamt that I was entering my classroom getting ready to lecture my students. I had my it into the class room right on the nose. In RL I am very strict on my students coming into my class late so they are heavily penalized for being late. In the dream as I was coming in the door and the students were all seated in their seats and one of them looked at the clock behind her on the wall and said, "Your late." I told her I was not late and that I was right on time. Class starts at 2:05pm and it was 2:05pm. In real life I tell my students if they are on time then that means they are late. The strange thing about this fragment I had last night is that it actually happened today! Freaked the hell out of me. I went into my classroom at 2:05pm because I was trying to print something before class had started and I was having trouble with the printer. Upon entering the class (just like in the dream) a female student said, "Your late." I told her, "I am not late, I am right on time because class starts at 2:05pm and it is 2:05pm." I stopped dead in my tracks and thought to myself, "Is this a dream?" Of course I did a quick 'mental' reality check of levitation as I got ready to call the class roster....Damn! It wasn't a dream, but how cool is this!
NON LUCID *I am in a huge building in the middle of a storm. I am aware that the building won't fall but it would if these special people weren't inside of the building. I forgot who these were when I woke up. *Somebody talked to me about a CD called GURU BUDDHA. I was of getting to primordial state through hypnosis.
I was being attacked in my brother's house by someone and I blew it up, while my brother was near. (I don't remember the details of the explosion, don't know how it exploded, but previously in the dream there had been many others)...somehow surviving in the middle of it. I hopped a bunch of fences until I got to the main road, which led up to my school. A bunch of kids yelling something about emoticons were walking up it, and I lowered my pace here. I eventually got to the school, and got nervous in the dream as I missed my bus and the school was trashed. I woke up guilty before I realised it was a dream. And if you want to know how many explosions there were before the brother's house part, I cannot remember, but imagine it being like a Micheal Bay film xD
huurgghhh Dream 1 - Shootout Dreamed I was back at the 1319 house in DC just sitting in the backseat of someone's car, and then these two plainclothes cops hopped in. I thought they were just a couple of gang members 'cause I'm a racist, and then it turned out they were part of this massive police vs An Actual Gang shootout that I was now unwittingly a part of. So they pulled out, got to the end of the street, and u-turned back around, and now suddenly I had a gun and was tasked with trying to shoot the various people who were now shooting at us. I was like okay, these guys totally deserve this, and fired a few times... and every time there was just no effect at all. I fired my last shot at some guy in front of us, yelled something like "I'm out of bullets!" and hurled the (sort of heavy) gun through the shattered windshield at the guy. Which didn't seem to have any effect either. So then the gang leader guy had become king of the street, and the two cops and I were chilling in the garden of the house next to mine, surrounded by armed gang members. The younger one seemed like he could use some cheering up, given our situation, so I picked up a heavy something-or-other to use as a club, and set my sights on a particularly stupid-looking gang member who happened to be bald. And then I just kept whacking him over the head. He would make vague attempts to come at me, and get whacked over the head again for his troubles. By this point, everyone was just watching this little white girl hit one of their guys over the head like, a dozen times. On my part, the club I was wielding wasn't coming down with enough force for my tastes. I really wanted to just crack him over the head, but my attempts felt kind of flimsy. Still, I gave it my best shot, and I think he eventually crumpled. There was no blood or anything so distasteful. I turned to see if the younger cop had seen any of this, and caught him just waking up from a small nap. I was like, "You were asleep??" Then we started engaging in various small acts of sabotage. I can't remember the details at this point, but it was something like, Mr. Gang Leader tried to come on to me, and I somehow said something that embarrassed him in front of his men. And then he was in a newspaper article, and I was casually grinding the article's photo of him under my foot. I think we were planning something else when I woke up. I mean, I hope we were planning something that wasn't just "You see this newspaper? I'm steppin' on your face ooooohh." Dream 2 - Back at the Dorm Then I dreamed I was back at my college dorm (which I recently beat a hasty retreat from for the sake of my mental health—or in other words, I'm taking a semester off), and my mom and roommate were there. It was kinda nice seeing my roommate again. She's such a sweetie. I'm not sure what, if anything, happened though. Dream 3 - Rope Course Retreat Finally I dreamed I was on my way to a Rope Course Retreat, which I guess had been set up by the college. It was reminiscent of youth group, as that's always been my experience with retreats, but it felt like I was with a bunch of other college students. When we arrived, we saw that each member of a group all had to wear the same costume in order to keep track of who was with which group. We walked past a bunch of guys in not-too-shabby ninja costumes, which was especially impressive given that the costumes were all made out of plastic bag-esque material. Next I found myself in a dark room where the plastic bag dinosaur costumes my group had to wear were being distributed. It was like, a slippery plastic basketball jersey, and then an inflatable plastic dinosaur head. I was on a couch kind of curled up against the armrest, and the guy passing them out came up to me and was like, yo, you got what I asked you for? I caught on like oh, he's teasing me like I have to buy the costume off him. So I was like nooo, I'm sorry, but can I have one of the costumes anyway? And he was like ok. And then he just didn't give me one. I was thinking yo, don't I kind of need one? What's with this guy grmble grmble and then I almost fell asleep on the couch. I think I ended up with a jersey but no dinosaur head. So then I got separated from my group a bit. I think they'd moved on to Stage II: Dancing in a Dark Room, and I found myself just wandering around the building. It was pretty dang spacious and also rather beautifully made, all bright lights and clean stairways and huge windows. OK, I'm not describing it right. It was well-made, was the impression I got. And very clean. So I had a great time wandering around, and I gradually stopped feeling like I was supposed to reunite with my group. Or at least, I mostly got used to it, but then I caught myself thinking that I should check outside to see if they'd started on the rope course. So I looked for an exit, but the first two or three doors I came across were emergency exits, and by the time I found a perfectly harmless-looking glass door that led directly to the rope course, I was too suspicious that it would somehow turn out to be an emergency exit to try it. I came across other groups, including a group of middle schoolers. I think one of 'em threatened me with a foam weapon he had. I also spotted my brother in another group, but I didn't say hi to him. He was facing away from me, and when he turned to walk past me he somehow didn't see me. I was like yeah, that happens. I'll see him around later. And that's actually a kind of weird approach for me to take in a dream, because I used to be like "A CHANCE TO SEE BEN?? I'LL TAKE IT." and now I'm a lot more chill. I wonder what exactly is changing about me? ANYWAY Then I had a couple run-ins with the wildlife. I went outside and first I ran into this vampire moth (which is a real thing btw), and I was super torn between letting it drink my sweat and being paranoid that it was gonna bite me like a mosquito. I finally just took my gardening gloves off (that were very sweaty that I was inexplicably wearing) and hoped it would go for 'em, and not my flesh. It did, and there was a VERY STRANGE segment where it got a blue thread from the gloves (which weren't even blue) and fricking ate it ... by engulfing it with its body like a white blood cell. I swear I fricking lost my dang marbles watching this unassuming moth suddenly mutate into pink, churning flesh, rise up like a wave, and absorb that blue thread into its being. I fricking lost it. Or at least, for the duration of this strange display. Once it got back to being a normal (?) moth, I resumed my previous approach of "this thing scares me, please do not bite me and suck my blood, small moth." Then I got attacked by a fricking passing black panther. It was just strolling by and I was like oh frick, don't attack me. So it did. I was like ohhh frick, getting swatted by its huge black paw while it snarled at me, but it had no effect. I got swatted a few times, but each time it was like I was getting hit by a small house cat. Anyway then I think I woke up. Not sure though.
Updated 12-09-2015 at 11:02 PM by 39676
COPIED Introduction The WILD technique is infamous to Lucid Dreamers. It has become some what of a complicated concept. I am writing this to offer you a technique which is at its bones a WILD but introduces a method I am sure many use. The benefits of this technique are: Complete loss of concentration on the physical body. Powerful fixation. Working hand and hand with the subconscious. Less tedious than the original WILD. Access to the dream scape before falling asleep. Increased Dream Recall (DR) Less frequent disturbances such as... Flickering eyes, phantom limbs, feeling of motion and trying to clear the mind. Now, this is from my experiences however I am sure this method will work with others. If differs from the more well known WILD because instead of ignoring or observing you're fully engaging with the subconscious. I have experimented with this quite a lot recently and it has become so much more promising than the more common WILD. The way this works is you create a visualized scene in your head which you interact with, then allow your subconscious to use Micro-Sleep mini dreams to interact also with the scene. This eventually allows you to slip into a Lucid Dream effortlessly. The diagram below shows the process which I will explain in more detail through out the rest of this thread. Relaxation ---- Creation ---- Interaction ---- Partnership ---- Lucidity. Preparation If you fall asleep easy then lay in a position you feel slightly uncomfortable with, if you don't sleep well then do the opposite and lay in a comfy position. You will want to attempt this before you sleep. Make sure you're nice and relaxed taking care of any physical matters before hand. Now simply attempt to fall asleep for 30 seconds - 1 minute if you're prone to sleep early and 3-5 minutes if you're completely awake or struggle. This should make you feel a lot more relaxed if not then you need to do some relaxation techniques. Stage 1 - Creation You now need to allow yourself to create a scene to use as your base. It needs to be somewhere you're familiar with an know relatively well. I sometimes let random places just flick through my head for example a few nights ago I used the path I knew well getting home from school when I was 15. The creation is the more harder part of this technique it may need some patience. Once you have chosen your creation it is important to have in your head an A to B. "A" being your starting location and "B" being your destination. It needs to be somewhere that has a good amount of distance in between. Now imagine you're at your starting point and just stand there and look around try to feel the ground beneath your feet. Do NOT go over board if you are a beginner don't try smell the air, feel the wind and so on. Just focus on feeling the ground. At first your visualization will last for a split second you need to do this so you can emerge yourself in the scene. So keep visualizing until you can hold it down for at least a good 10 seconds. You may struggle but it is the same as day dreaming keep telling yourself this. It WILL become easier. You have created. Stage 2 - Interaction Now you can hold down the visualization for more than a few seconds, you need to interact with it. Start by either finding objects and holding them, climbing things or simply walking towards your destination "B". For example if you hold an object NOW start feeling it focus on it admire the details of it. If you climb a wall feel the wall and the strain on your body climbing it. If you walk to your destination feel the ground beneath you and keep attention to detail as you update the route you're walking. You have interacted. Stage 3 - Partnership This is the easy part. Now lets say you're holding a leave and suddenly you're focusing on it and it is now an apple. You're in a partnership with the subconscious. You need to let it help you interact with your visualization let it guide you. If you're walking towards your destination and notice it has become a huge field full of alien cows, you need to keep walking in that field allowing your subconscious to manipulate it. Do not try change it back to your original environment. You need this partnership to allow you into the desired state. You now have a Partnership. Stage 4 - Lucidity Now that you have followed the stages you need to just go with it. Two things are likely to happen. You will either become fully emerged in your visualization lucid. Or you will enter a black void of nothingness fully lucid. If you enter this void you need to visualize a scene to enter it will take you there. You're now Lucid. Thanks for reading I am confident this will work if you attempt it. So if you do have success please let me know. Good luck. Looke (:
-All i can remember is that I was in school and in the Republic of Georgia -Thinking that i didn't want to go through 10th grade in Georgia (as i did go through 7th there in real life) -I think it turned out that it was not really Georgia and i remember feeling very relieved
Updated 02-18-2015 at 04:08 PM by 80109
Pretty sour clarity and recall, but I almost became fully lucid in this one. I went to bed late last night, so I am on no grounds to beat myself up. There was a whole another non-lucid dream before all of this, but I have no clue what happened in it. I feel like this dream was longer than this. Elements of the dream kept repeating. It I was making my way up and down a beach. There was a city on the coastline that for some reason had to make a safety buffer between it and the water so no houses were allowed within 100 feet of the water. Because of this, there was an area of woodland between the city and the coastline. There was all of this garbage on one small section of the beach, as well as a bunch of plastic kayaks. There was also this big plastic bin that I felt was moving on its own. It was also overcast. There was a carnival going on on this peir, but it was a really small pier and all of the rides and tents and were humorously scrunched on and some of them looked like they were going to fall off. ... At one point or another I was trying to find a parking spot in a very large parking lot. There were piles of dirty snow everywhere stopping me from parking. There was also a policeman yelling at me. My mom was there for at least part of the dream, but she disappeared after awhile. ... I feel like I had a long and deep discussion with a dream character at one point. ... The dream ended we me finding Manei hiding in a bush. She came out and was totally naked, and she said that she wanted me to draw her in a still life, apparently, it was a part of her life drawing class, she had to do a self-portrait. (Isn't this sort of cheating...?) She also said something about wanting to go to the carnival when we were done. I realized I had some pencils and a pad of paper on me. We moved to the beach and she sat down on one of the big rocks in the breakwater. I put in the first couple lines when lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. I lost the dream and woke up. After I woke up, I thought about trying to WILD once more, but my mind was too distracted. I drifted in and out for a few minutes, having some distracted dreamlets of forgotten content. Spoiler for Interpretations (Not Much): Not really much to work with, given the sludgy recall. I do have two of my dream signs. (Beaches and Manei) though it wasn't a tropical beach like I am accustomed to. I would be able to pull meaning from it if I could recall what happened better.
Morning of February 18, 2015. Wednesday. My family and I are seemingly living back on Barolin Street though the house is somewhat different in layout. The side porch for the south entrance is much bigger and with an additional railing on the west side and there is a couch along the north wall where there is otherwise a doorway. In my dream however, we are living in the house that is supposedly being fixed up (except, again, it is actually the house from our last address, not the one next door presently in real life). An unknown female and an unknown male are responsible for the endless tortuous hammering. The male has a ladder going up above the steps of the side porch that appears to reach the roof. When I look to my right after glancing out the side entrance, I notice a random cluster of a few boards of various short lengths nailed at odd angles to the railing, but only in one smaller area, which seems rather pointless. In the living room, I notice the west wall has an unusual appearance. The narrower wall boards are horizontal and have longer gaps between them (similar to some areas of the floor in our present home in real life but with wider gaps). There are additional layers over the first wall of several very small boards nailed over it at odd random angles (but mostly oriented to the vertical), not over the entire wall but in smaller clusters somewhat suggestive of isolated rectangles overall, also suggestive of extremely sloppy patchwork. For some reason, this seems amusing to me and reflects the nature of everyman as well as humorously representing the person who has been randomly hammering various parts of the small house over and over for a year (since the end of February 2014). Still, I do not become lucid at the absurd appearance of the house. Having endured months of random hammering (of various volumes, tones, and resonances) in the small wooden house next door in real life - related to a rather absurd and incompetent attempt at renovation (by one of those people who think they can do anything without the knowledge and skills), this particular dream was not really that stressful but more like comic relief in a way. In the recent past, the house had already been fixed up (almost to the point of being seemingly rebuilt) every few months after each tenant moved out - though this time, it is by far the craziest thing I have ever seen anyone involved in. They actually have spent more time in fixing it up than they have in renting it out over the last several years, though there have been many days of peace with the house being empty and left sitting there for a few weeks or more without anyone working on it.
I was left in school after the lessons, and had to clean the whole classroom. I also had to make a list of persons driving on a school trip to Warsaw. The next day our teacher asked me about the list, and I said that I presumed that all the persons I wrote down would be going. Next I was walking up the stairs of a castle, and waited on a square for rest of the group. I told them that it would be our meeting spot. Tacher told me then to go on, as I was their guide. *There was also another dream, which I can't recall now. I'll write it here when I'll recall it.