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Dream 1 - On a bush track
I'm running along a bush track, there's dense shrubbery (nothing tall or above head-height) on either side of me and it's a sunny day. I'm not too far from the coast and I'm heading away from it, uphill. I trip over something and land with my hands halting my fall, there is a huntsman spider ear and I scramble away from it. I have the feeling like it can't really do anything to me but I still felt the need to get away from it.

Dreamlets - Something about seeing my friend D, playing a guitar, another scene where I'm running behind my other friend S and I'm really slow for some reason.

Note: Have been slowed down lately by chores and friends + general holiday relaxation and not wanting to do anything.

Morning of November 25, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to have the job or at least the temporary responsibility of taking a few bales of hay to at least two locations via tractor, though either it turns out to be several locations or my dream “resets” several times. (I say this because the two men I talk to at each location, other than the last one, seem to be the same people each time even though the setting is seemingly different.)

At the last location, the men seem annoyed and state that they do not need anymore hay because they sold their place and had gotten rid of any animals and were in the act of moving. Apparently I was supposed to have known this. They start to get in their van to drive off. I start to act more annoyed than they are acting and their van ends up with three bales of hay in it (and nothing else) because I say how I am just supposed to be doing what I am doing (because of what someone else told me to do) and so I put it in the van. I then go on my way.

I end up going to a recreational area near a large lake. There seems to be some sort of family reunion or possibly a wedding. As I am driving my tractor over a small bridge mostly intended for walking (I never leave the seat of the tractor at any point in my dream until the very last scenario when it seems to shift into a different theme), I notice a young female (a younger version of my wife whom I do not immediately recognize) being given what I first “understand” to be a couple birthday cards or congratulatory wedding cards. Looking more closely, I see they are miniature tombstones made of plaster of Paris. This does not seem all that strange though I am not sure what it is for.

The large variant group does seem to be there for a wedding. I note the beauty of the lake for a time. At least six picnic tables in fairly close proximity near the shore are all full of people. For a time, I seem to be driving the tractor right over the surface of the water as if I was in a boat though I eventually pilot it back to shore and onto the land again as if there was nothing unusual about the scene. I feel happy and relaxed in doing this.

I notice about eight undressed females near the picnic tables in two areas. They are walking around and standing near the tables. At times, they seem to be wearing partial diaphanous pieces from a wedding dress, mostly only above the waist. It does not dawn on me that they are all identical copies of my wife. The scene itself is somewhat like the park we were married at. It is ambiguous, however, as it also seems like Wisconsin in some ways. I do not even catch that I am dreaming although I do sense a sort of puzzlement over the scene as if some of them are reflections or projections from somewhere else.

I think about approaching one of them, but remember that I have more work to do and do not want to lose my job. I drive up a fairly steep overpass but then quickly glide down the other side as if on a roller coaster. There is no other traffic.

I somehow end up in a different job which is related to some sort of dodgy apprenticeship for some sort of self-help or quasi-religious organization; and wander around at a typically pointless seminar where people sit around listening to someone else talking about the transient opportunities that may work for each member of the audience if they only tried. It is like an auditorium (without much lighting) and I feel a bit energetic and very cheerful. I run up and down the aisles like a child, annoying a few members of the audience. One older male is lying on the floor for some reason, apparently because he believes I may be throwing things at people (though I am not doing anything but running around, enjoying myself, and feeling very light on my feet).

A young female is speaking about how the organization has helped her. She does a “before” and “after” routine where she takes an open company brochure and hides the lower part of her face that has acne saying that this is what she looks like now; no longer having acne. This of course seems rather pointless - so ridiculous as to not even come across with the potential of being deliberately deceptive. Several other people are seated in front of the audience, each telling their faux “success” story in a somewhat tentative fashion. Another person rolls the company brochure into a cylinder over his lap, to show how it has supposedly enhanced his virility. More foolishness. The audience is unmoved.

I mostly do not care about this pointless seminar and end up going back outside to start delivering bales of hay again, mostly in pairs, feeling more cheerful than before at not being a part of the ridiculous group behind the seminar or a part of any organized faux system.

I have not driven a tractor in reality in many years, since I was about twelve years old.

I can't remember exactly when or what cause me to get lucid. I walk in to a base ball game stadium, the crowd was extremely large. I began searching for a seat, I found an open spot but it appear the two people seating a side from me, did not approve of my well being here. They told me did I really have to sit here with my poor looking shoes? I look at my shoes and ask were they really that bad? Then a kid seating in a seat above me started defending by saying I could seat anywhere I chose to sit at. Also adding in addition to that having bad shoes does not mean I have to leave. I told the kid not to worry about it and decided to leave my previous seat and chose to sat next him. The kid still look irritated by what just happened but I assured him that not everyone has a flawed perspective. It seem like the baseball game was about to end. But quickly everything turn extremely dark, the sky began to dissipate a long with everyone and everything on the other side. In till the pressure hit us as well, that's when I finally realize once I began starting to have a difficult time to maintain lucidity that one of the voids were nearby. I told the boy it was time for me to leave. I got up and said thanks to him and started running, but then I stop. I ask the boy what was his name? He said Akubro. I yelled as I could see the whole place turning black that I would remember his name and to meet again. I then fled the use to be baseball stadium and was now in a altered movie theater. No one was still around anywhere, the place look great since it was really dark and quiet with techno looking lights. That's when I was surprise to hear Akubro voice yelling to me about waiting up. I told him to hurry and follow me, for some reason this place seem very familiar to me. I knew a way out of here before the void could consume this area. We rain in till we made it completely outside by passing through the last double doors. I turn around and said now that we're out of it, I can finally see what you look like. He was mainly wearing pink clothes and had light post as an antenna. He look around the age of 4-6. We then cross the street and he pointed to this woman wearing a hoodie over her face. Akubro approach her and ask why did she appear timid and shy? I kept walking on the side walk and began hearing music coming from a radio hanging on a building. That's when I felt like waking up so I tried but lost lucidity and entered a false awakening. Lucidity Time: 6 minutes

#383 - DILD - 12:45AM

A large dose of Yohimbe Bark late in the morning, some melatonin to fight the lasting insomnia, and watching Lucy movie may have helped this LD along. It was a little after 11pm when I last looked at the clock and I had multiple awakenings all night. Most of my non lucids where boring and I found myself contemplating the movie in dream several times.

I was previously lucid from something about the movie. I ended up losing lucidity for awhile and I forgot all of the first part. I have been chasing after someone or something and I eventually stop becoming introspective once again.

I remember that I was lucid and come back to it once more. I look at my hands and the environment around me. My hands look pretty normal with a hint of dream quality. I realize I am on a hillside at night. I search my mind for a few of my goals. First I recall wanting to have an XCOM dream. I summon a rifle and hear distant marching as I move forward. I search for aliens to shoot but when I look down I see I have no rifle. Ugh. Try something else.

I recall wanting to try some of the things Lucy did in the movie but I am distracted by a super huge moon at the top of the hill. I run forward but have difficulty finding my footing. I look down and back up and see the moon is gone but there is a large dark sphere at the top of the hill now. I see a silhouette of a man in a cockpit at one part of the sphere. I remember to try CL's pinch zoom to get a better look but it doesn't work. I feel silly making motions in the air and give that one up too.

The I remember once again Lucy. I try to slap away the sphere and make time past to day time. Doesn't work. Then I try I teleport like she did an surge forward. The dream goes dark.

I wake up and look at the clock. The time is clear and says 11:30pm. I am really surprised at this and guess I must have fallen straight into a dream. The room lights up and I see all the sheets are gone. I look over and see the woman version of The Master wearing her stupid hat and in some kinky red lingerie. She's droning on something but all I can say is, "Wow the sheets are gone!" I wake up.

My she's ugly.

I was on a planet of sorts. A different planet I think. There was fighting, and then we had to escape because the place/planet is going to explode. We took a spaceship. There were a few spaceships. Enemies? They look black with blinking lights all over. I think they're supposed to be UFOs, but we're riding them out of the place.

The civilization in the planet looks "young" but they had technology. Still, they had a lot of forests and high cliffs.

I visited a familiar forest. . .

I was witnessing someone's awakening? Spiritual Journey? A Man. He had just crossed a bridge and laid down in the grass at the edge of the forest. His "Elder"? "Guide"? Was standing over him. Although he was not aware of it. The Elder's voice was omniscient, when he said this,

"Do you remember what you felt that day? . . ."

At that point, the man had tears running down his face.

"Magic has a way of finding you. And hits twice as hard when you are at your lowest of lows. . . "

And at that moment the man realized he had been sent on a journey, where everything and everyone had been sent into his path for a reason. And he realized he had to let it play out.

-Rayleigh Light
Author, "TB: Welcome to the Sphere"
Blog at : *link removed*

This was the same night as http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/avia...t-world-62421/. I lost lucidity when I woke up, but I think I retained some of it. I was in a post-apocalyptic (zombies + nuclear war) world, and I think it was many years after it happened. I wasn't sure how I got there, but I knew I hadn't lived through the years since the apocalypse. Maybe I was in a coma or time travelled or something, but I decided that wasn't important and focused on surviving. I killed some zombies, and found a group in a huge field. The leader was a bit of a dick, but they had supplies and over-all were pretty nice. It was still sunset, as it had been for several dreams, and I think throughout the night. A plane flew over. We all took cover in the trees, but when no bombs came down, I thought it was safe. Some lady told me to look into the distance. There was a massive explosion coming towards us. It was probably over 100 miles away, but it was moving quickly. The army had been bombing huge stretches of land they considered lost cases. They had this new bomb, which they had invented between the year in real life (2014) and present day in the dream. The leader told me it was derived from napalm or some kind of incendiary we already had. The explosion was miles high, and it was like a mix between a dust storm and a nuclear blast, only way bigger. We put on heat suits, which apparently would help.

Edit: There will be many edits as more of the dream comes back to me. I will just add them in.

I have had partial lucids before, but none were really very good. They all either lasted like 1 second or I wasn't lucid enough to even know it was a dream. This one could have been better, but I would say it was pretty good.

The entire dream, and I think all of my dreams during the night, were at sunset. Everything seemed to glow a beautiful orange, from the rocks to the trees.

Throughout the night I had several times where I became semi-lucid. At one point, I was on treacherous ground of some sort. I made a false step and started sliding extremely quickly. I couldn't stop myself and before I knew it I flew off a cliff, and it was quite a fall (this is one of my dream/nightmare trends). In my dreams my logic is usually very impaired but my feelings towards danger are entirely real, and I experience them just as I do in real life. So you can imagine I was very scared.

As I started to fall I realized "THIS IS A DREAM. I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT.". I hit the ground and was fine. I was really excited and the dream started to destabilize. Everything got blurry, and I got super dizzy. I felt like it was collapsing. I tried observing the scene around me but it didn't work. I remembered a trick that I read about in a dream journal - pulling a coin from my pocket. I reached and at first I only felt lint, but then my finger brushed a coin. I stared at it and focused on all its features. The dream formed around me again.

I know I wasn't fully 100% lucid, just enough to know I was dreaming and stuff. So the rest is a bit blurry because I think I lost lucidity for awhile and was just wandering around.

At one point it was daytime again, but there was a huge storm blowing in. I just wanted it to be a beautiful summer day. I turned away from the storm front, and said out loud "when I turn around those clouds will be gone". They were, but more thunderheads had appeared in different places. I tried for awhile, and eventually it mostly worked. I remembered those beautiful summer days I had when I was younger and I felt really sad for awhile. I decided to go to my house.

I realized I was hungry and wanted to ask my mom for food. I was really excited because I knew I could have anything for dinner because it was a dream. I told my mom I wanted a huge steak and soda and milkshakes and burritos and spaghetti and sushi and a ton of other dishes. I knew I wasn't confined by the limits of a real stomach. Unfortunately she told me she wasn't making that stuff and made some weird stew instead. It was really good, and as I was eating it I was trying to think of a way to get more food. Summoning things hadn't worked super well for me so far.

I think my alarm woke me up after this.

There's a monk who needs to buy a certain rare, extremely expensive book, and he intends to raise the money by selling off a different rare book. He can't do this himself, so he sends a fox demon to take care of it. She can't read the script it's written in, but she compares the characters he wrote down for her with the characters written on the covers of his books, and she eventually finds the right one and takes it to a fair that's going on. There are many specialists here who'd give her a good price for the book, but she goes to a bookseller she recognizes, a place she's been to many times. This man doesn't know the values of things, so he gives her very little for it - it's the equivalent of buying a book for a dollar when it should be worth millions.

The monk's disappointed - not in her, but because the book's gone and he'll have to start over in terms of raising the money. The fox demon gets annoyed at him for what she perceives as insulting the bookseller - she thinks the bookseller is a very good man, since he's sold her many novels for very little money. The monk is thinking about how much he looks forward to the end of his life, except that he's concerned about how she'll survive.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm speaking German with a man who'd promised to (acquire or translate or something similar) a certain book, but now he's fleeing and has to go back on his part of our deal. I don't really mind.

Two paired images of people on thrones. The first is a blonde woman dressed in gold robes, surrounded by abstract shapes woven out of gold wires, on a balcony overlooking beautiful green fields, rivers, wide blue sky. She's saying, amused, that although she was meant to be associated with style and worldliness, instead "I'm merely back in the desert, healing women at an oasis."

The second, a sad and tired-looking long-haired old man, first in a dark wooden room full of cabinets and herbs, then overlooking a mountain. A pair of ravens leave him and fly up the mountain over a trail, croaking - grey stone, grey skies.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Two fragments:

I'm trying to convince the radio to put out an important broadcast to keep people out of the (either Dallas or Houston) area, it's an emergency, but they refuse to disrupt the normal services.

A man saying to me, "You're afraid that this is the real world. It is. I trust you."

The last few nights have been a struggle, no sure why, anyway, I managed to dredge up a few bits & bobs

All non lucid

1) Looking out of my shops fire door. I had just got a tradesman to repair the guttering on the building opposite. (which has nothing to do with me IRL , but never mind) I noticed the down pipes hadn't been replaced but I decided to let someone else fix them.

2) Seeing an odd looking bird high up a tree, I couldn't suss out what it was, but then I saw it in profile and realise dto was just a Buzzard.

3) I had just bought a new suit. I pulled on the trousers, they were an inch or so too long. The button on the trousers was a sort of stud thing that stuck out an inch or so. I struggled to get it fastened. For some reason there were two openings on the front of the trousers. I then ended up with a tie clip in my hand, I think I ended up clipping it to the collar of my shirt for a moment, until I realised that was stupid. The trousers were a bit big on the waist. I then looked for a tie to go with my suit. I remember checking the colour of my suit (like I wouldn't know) and it was navy. I had a huge box of self coloured wool ties in front of me (I have no wool ties iRL), some of them were very brightly coloured and quite attractive, however, I don't think I found a suitable match.

4) Reading a book about Birding in Scotland, the details of which I wont bore you with coz it was very mundane, and actually made sense on the whole!

24.11.2014

Cop research (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a long dream that I had no time to write out in the morning, and sadly, been busy all day up to now, dinner time, with little recall left from the dream.

I was teaching psychic abilities to some students at my home.

Something related with two females and I went out with one. There were a lot of cops and they were taking people to jail, people who was on drugs and they would research for drugs. I wondered if they would find drugs in my room, even though I knew I had no drugs at all.

I was visiting jail for some reason and someone threaten me. I found an uzi gun and I pointed at some people, but I had no intents to kill. Cop cars arrived and I wanted to be at peace. Dropped the uzi and told them I was defending myself. They heard to me and they did not press charges.

Last night’s dreams were perfect! I was just hanging out with family and friends at some of my favorite spots, and having a good ole time. None of these dreams were lucid except the false awakening just before my alarm went off. I’ll describe this memorable LD (DILD – Dream Induced Lucid Dream).

I was lying in bed asleep when my wife came and woke me up (in the dream - false awakening). She sat on the bed beside me, to the right. It was morning, because I could see the sunlight around the curtains, and through the bedroom door. There was another woman standing at the foot of my bed doing something by the TV stand. I thought maybe she was one of my wife’s friends. I told her I must look like a weirdo with my CPAP on. She said, “Oh, I didn’t even notice, my husband wears one too.” It was little embarrassing. The woman then walked out of the room, and then my two kids appeared on the bed. My beautiful daughter was lying to the left of me, and my son was sitting beside my feet. I looked at my daughter and said, “Daughter is that you?” She replied, “Hi dad, yeah it’s me!” I became instantly Lucid. I told her I loved her, and she told me she loves me too. I then snuggle her right in close with my right arm (lying on left side). She then said, “You make me feel so loved and _?_?_?” I said, “Daughter you’re whispering, I can’t hear you. What do you say?” I continued to snuggle her, then she said the same thing, but I still couldn’t hear what she said at the end of her sentence because she was whispering. Her whisper became quieter as she got further down the sentence. Her voice was very sincere and loving. I then woke from the dream because my alarm went off. What a perfect way to start the day!

Morning of November 24, 2014. Monday.

Dream #: 17,507-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



My dream starts with a vague backstory of anger in a grocery store or other business. I am unsure of what had occurred. An unknown man with whom I seem to have been annoyed comes out to shake his fist at me. I fly away to relax. I rise slowly, gaining more speed as I fly above the streets.

I land in Northside La Crosse, within a few blocks south of the Loomis Street house. A tornado approaches from the northwest. I walk into a narrow alley with tall buildings adjacent to each side (a fictitious setting). The twister seems sentient as it turns to approach my location, but I feel unthreatened. It cannot come into the narrow alley. The wind is strong but does not harm me. I stand near the end of the alleyway, enjoying the realistic sensations. It eventually “decides” to leave the area to move west up the street. (I am instinctually aware I am controlling it.)

I decide to check up on my relatives who live in the area without recall that most of them had died. The street is instead a bridge of about ten feet high. I walk across it to instinctually vivify my imaginary physicality. What looks like huge cooked spaghetti strands, about the size of sections of garden hose, cover the lawns. They are supposedly the physical remnants of the tornado.

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Before full wakefulness, I recall a comic book story (possibly from “Spooky The Tuff Little Ghost”) featuring a tornado made of spaghetti.

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Morning of November 24, 2014. Monday.



I am back at my older sister Marilyn’s house in La Crosse and trying to get her to appear by calling out to her to show herself (having the understanding that she had died yet also still potentially present in certain supraconscious dream realms, perhaps). I am semi-lucid in an atypical way; not in a more coherent sense. In one sense, it is vaguely like some sort of soliloquy-like seance. Over time, my sister does not walk from the other room as I expect her to even though I vaguely sense her presence on the other side of the darkened doorway. I am trying not to project my frustration as there is a growing realization she does not exist anymore, yet at the same time I sense her unwillingness to come out. However, there is no stronger focus on mortality by that point. (I have had very similar dream scenes in the past but usually tulpa-based, not related to real people either living or deceased.)

Eventually, three cats enter the house somehow (possibly through the open front door). One of the cats seems to be one which my family presently has (though had supposedly died in my dream’s back story weeks before). It is Franco, a black and white male cat. The other two cats are more like miniature leopards in one way but still with domestic cat attributes including the body proportions. From here, my dream goes into some distorted scenes where my perception is badly skewed.

I falsely “remember” that these were my sister’s two cats. Somehow (also an in-dream false memory) they died around the same time she did, which is supposedly related to something unexplainable (relative to “mutual deaths” which stems from real-life ideas of the past where a sister’s neighbor died and then their otherwise healthy spouse died shortly thereafter, supposedly out of grief). However, at the same time, there is a highly ambiguous idea that they are still alive (but Franco had been partly made sick by them as well) and had caused sickness in other people (in turn causing their death) by biting or scratching them (again, a false memory as the other people reflected upon other than my sister are still alive). Again, this is directly related to the two “leopard cats” (possible association with leprosy as well as the pet hybrid bobcat attack I experienced in my youth). They are not very aggressive (they seem to be mostly just playful though do attempt to “hunt” based on my body’s movement), but I want to completely avoid contact with them as they are seemingly venomous. I am aware of mild pressure on my body at times but I do not seem to actually be bitten at any point. (This seems partially related to a “struggle” with the bed sheet and an attempt to get my real physical body into a more comfortable position.)

I go to the couch, slowly going back into a semi-lucid state, and am on my knees on the floor at that point, my head near the seat of the couch. However, there is not that much coherence even though my general awareness is slowly sharpening. I then go into an odd state that is quite rare, where I attempt to “spit out” my dream while still in it before I fully wake. It takes about three attempts in making sure my dream’s environment does not “enter” my waking essence (the opposite of healing dreams where I intentionally carry facets of my dream’s energy into waking life). I do not seem to recall reading about this sort of dream experience, other than some supposed healers in real life spitting out the essence of what they supposedly take out of their patients. On another note, this dream setting near the couch is the exact spot of one of the only times in my life I have been ill in this manner in real life (from one of the only times in my life that I drank alcohol).

I don't remember my dream, but I am getting an assassin's creed like feeling from it.