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I’m with Jessica and Julia somewhere. A random man is bringing us to his house, I think for a party? I’m not sure how we found this man or vice versa, and I think there is a vague acceptance that this isn’t the safest thing to do. I think he is driving us there and we approach the place. The house is massive, on a huge stretch of land. We look at each other in awe. It’s dark out and the house is lit from the front and the ground, making it even more impressive. It looks more like the White House than an average house. Palatial is the best way to describe it; there is even a toroidal water feature in the front with a massive planter in the center. There are marble steps and the landscaping is immaculate. It also feels like we are fairly far away from anything else. Inside now, the place is completely empty. I think the man has also disappeared. I start exploring. Every room is impossibly clean, like a model. The floor plan is open, yet complex. It seems corners serve to divide space more than do walls. There are multiple floors and I keep ascending. There is one room with a tan couch against the wall and a small, old TV awkwardly in the corner. I imagine sitting on the couch and having to turn to see the TV. I notice that all of the TVs in this place are antiquated.

I’m with Melissa and by what seems like a warehouse building. The following seems more like a movie, but also like I’m experiencing it? The dim, empty warehouse space has a cluster of what looks like large cocoons on the ceiling in the far corner. They are black and close together. There is a creepy woman here what crawls or somehow gets to the ceiling and slowly metamorphoses into one of the cocoons. Her face remains most recognizable the longest, and the scene zooms into it and her creepy grin. Now, I think Brittney is here too and it’s like a small amount of time has passed. The warehouse is now a small airport or a single terminal that we have to use. Melissa does not want to go, as we have to pass right under the ‘cocoon people’. It is fairly creepy, but I try to persuade her to just get it over with. We end up stalling in a gift shop here.

I am going to design a house for someone (for Kreg - for a class?) It starts with me not wanting to, but I then take interest in it. I start sketching a pool that’s pre-existing or being added to the yard while I talk to Kreg on the phone. It’s long and narrow, with some angular changes that seem to only be for aesthetic. This lot is also long and narrow - only 30 feet wide. I am now on the phone with Zoe and telling her this. I tell her that the average house is that wide, without including the setbacks. I get the idea that I’ll have to design this house long and tall. It may be in a mountainous setting, as I’m imagining it with a cabin look. I imagine the second floor protruding on the back side to cover a patio, possibly with a hot tub. Now it seems as if I’m actually at this house, pretty much how I’ve been envisioning it. I’m showing it to some unfamiliar guy about my age. It is pretty impressive, long and low, dim and with plenty of dark wood.



I am at what seems like the GSR or something similar with Brittney. It is somewhat crowded, and masks are not a concept in this dream. I think we’re going to get a beer at one of the places here. The tap handles at the first place I’m not impressed with, so I suggest going to the other one across the way. There were three taps of domestic beer and then a bottle of what looked like a German beer but that I wasn’t sure about. At the place across the hallway space I notice at least two good taps - Revision and something else. I think we get drinks there, and now we’re taking them into a restaurant. The guy here questions our age, I guess because we’re bringing in alcohol?

I am in a house. It sort of feels like the 695 house and like there have been some renovations. Someone is showing us the new rooms/spaces. They are still empty. There are also some unfamiliar people here. One is a man who when I pass by once is briefly naked. I just see it out of the corner of my eye, not sure if he’s changing or what the scenario is

I’m with Melissa somewhere that feels like rural Nevada. The place is gently sunny, with dappled shadows from the handful of trees. I see there is a structure or two - one of which looks like a barn. There are others here, definitely looking like the conservative type. Nobody is wearing a mask, and it feels nice. We notice a small body of water that we’re going to float on? and then notice that it’s bigger than we initially thought, with a couple of turns and an increase in size with each. The water is placid and the scene tranquil and peaceful as we float (on something?).

A short, middle aged woman walks into work with a brown paper bag full of books. I watch from off on the side as she strolls up to the unattended counter, then behind it, and sets her bag on our baker’s rack. She then shouts out “thanks for buying my books!” I can’t believe the audacity of this and wait a few moments before going over there. I sternly tell her that she can’t go behind our counter and then that we aren’t even buying books right now.

(This dream is particularly unremarkable but I want to start off this online journal at my most recent dream.)

Now for some reason, in this dream I had to see a doctor just about everyday (it lasted for multiple dream days) and this doctor was only accessible in a sort of a plain white food truck. Probably what my mind thinks an ambulance is supposed to look like, but looking at it it's just one of those places you'd get really good 5 dollar burritos from without any nice designs on the sides. So anyway it was vital for me to go here everyday, and what was also vital is them giving me a bottle of water and I have to drink it halfway and bring it back the next day. That's weird. I never actually saw what the doctor looked like, but they did multiple different things like taking vitals and stuff. Later on the style of visualization flipped from a realistic world set in some rotting concrete city to a cartoon in the perspective of me watching it or something. It was the same setting actually, just cartoon-like y'know. There was really only one person in this show and it was me with some faceless side characters. It was just me crying a lot while flashes of side characters abusing me would pop up every once in a while. It ended off on those side characters coming to try and console me before I pit a knife against them. Didn't see what happened next because I woke up.

one dream with jamie. audio only, her saying something like that i'm hers forever or something.

I was in my house, a weird mixture between my old house and my new house. If I remember correctly, I was observing a wooden crate, either that or making a sandwich. I make an offhanded comment about lucidity, so I decide to check. 6 fingers? I checked the other hand and it has 7, like it just kept having fingers when I thought I got to the end of it during my counting."I'm dreaming." I say to myself in shock and joy as finally I have a reality check that happened during a dream. But, I kept my cool the whole time, and never got openly excited which might end it early.
I left whatever I was doing, and started walking around the house. I see a weird man in a black cloak appear from around a corner or something. I can really only see his beard. I pay no attention to him, but he seems friendly. I start to walk upstairs, towards my room, when he asks me a question. "Hey, is there anything in my beard?" (He said something very similar to this, but I don't remember exactly.)
He's kinda far away, so I think of this as a good time to try a lucid ability. I reach into my pockets and pull out a magnifying glass from thin air, letting me see the guy's beard in more detail. I told him it was clean and got back to my business. I turned around and started walking to the outside of the house. "I'm gonna go out and bike," I say to him. "Hopefully I'll find fairies, or whatever other cool magic." (I'm not exactly sure why I said fairies specifically, but I really just wanted to go out biking and see what what's out there, stuff that couldn't exist in real life.)
He chuckles a bit, and says okay, choosing to join me. I don't really care, so I let him follow me without saying anything. I walk outside using the front door, and come around to the garage. It was closed, so I flipped open the garage door keypad. This part worried me, because the keycode has always been the same in both houses, but I've heard light switches are weird, and reading doesn't work due to that part of your brain being off. I decided to look away and just try doing it from muscle memory. Surprisingly, the garage door opened. I looked at the keypad and the buttons from the lock pattern were lit up in green, obviously not what I pressed, nor the real code. I was just glad it worked. I came inside, along with the cloaked man. He gets a little excited seeing the few bikes around the otherwise completely empty garage. I, however, do not see my bike anywhere.
I walk back inside, and grab my backpack which sat on the floor next to the large glass balcony door. I put it on the kitchen island, back-strap side down. I open it up and take the last few things from my already pretty empty backpack. A few pieces of junk or pencils or whatever, and also a small flatscreen TV which I leave face down on the island.


The TV, which I put into this backpack in a past dream!! None of the cables nor the remote it originally came with. (In real life, the TV is being used in my sister's room, with cables.)
(Maybe the garage door opened not because of the right pattern, but because I was hoping and confident that it would open? That is how dreams operate after all...)

**In a later dream that night... (Not lucid)** I was exactly where I was where this lucid dream just ended. By the balcony door, looking at the dining room. This time however, the wooden crate from before (maybe) was on the table, and my sister was there, sitting down.
"What do you think it is, <my name>?" She says to me. I guess that it's an animal, and she laughs.
"We're saving it for when Dad comes home in a few days." She says.
"Well, no animal can live in this tiny box without any food or water for 3 days. It has to be something dry." I respond.

I define Omnilucidity as the ability to achieve a lucid dream either every night, or whenever desired. While there are people born with this ability, I once theorized a way it could be obtained rather simply, so long as the person could get into a dream at least once. It went something like this:



1. Create a dream character, preferably while awake.
The dream character can be anyone or anything you want them to be. The point is that when they appear in your dream, lucidity will soon follow. You do it while awake so you don't have to come up with it on the spot while dreaming. Also, you can draw them or give them some backstory or whatever.

2. Get into a Lucid Dream.
The hard part. All you need is one success, however, if done properly.

3.Summon and activate the Dream Character
This one's a bit hard to explain so I'll give an example. My character is a talking red nine tailed fox named "Francesca". (Didn't think about the Kurama similarity until now) I summon her and after greetings, I tell her this: "Every night from now on, find me in my dreams. Explain to me that I am in a dream until I become lucid. In other words, guide me to lucidity." As long as I believe in her, she will not fail me.

And that's the plan. Why do I bring this up today? You can probably guess where this is going.

Last night, I had two lucid dreams, the first of which was uneventful. I went back into another one, failing my WILD by losing consciousness. This plot had me in chains, about to get executed by an Egyptian king. I'm sitting here, crying and trying to explain to him that he's got the wrong guy. Just then, out of no where, some blue entity walks up to me. Imagine the generic astral projection blue guy because that's basically what he looked like. He grabbed both of my hands, and then yanked me out of my physical dream body, instantly turning me lucid. I couldn't believe what was happening! I was in shock, but he knew I was questioning whether or not I was in a dream and pointed to my hand. I looked at it and half of it was just... not there. That confirmed it for me, and I began to pop off. I looked back up to celebrate, but he was gone. I didn't get to make the most of it because of just how shocked I was.

So, it didn't happen the way I planned, but it worked nonetheless. You see, I've had this theory in my head and have been working towards it for a long time now, about 2 years or more. Perhaps thinking about it so much got it to my subconscious and just triggered some form of it automatically. A dream character showed up in my dream for the sole purpose of making me lucid. Now the only thing to see is whether he comes back tonight. I hope. I believe. If he does, that means I never have to do a technique again! Good riddance.

04.27.2022
12:00 PM

The Magick Room at the Dream Views Base (DILD)

This dream felt like it took 45 minutes int total but I lost all memory of the start of the dream about midway through.

I am lucid and in someone else's dream helping them overcome a nightmare. After the end of their dream things reform into a hallway that I am walking down. I am at the Dream Views base and I pass by Juliana and our friend Nico. I give them a group hug. I notice Juliana looks completely different from how she has looked lately. She looks asian but I know its her somehow. The room we are in is large and well furnished. It has 5 doors leading to different areas. I open the door to my right and find a square room filled with magickal herbs and components. The centerpiece of this room is a stone alter with a red alter cloth on it. There are two candles on tall candelabra. There is a gold ceremonial dagger lying to the right of the pentacle.

I feel the need to pee which shocks me out of lucidity. I go to the next door which is a bathroom. I remember that if I pee I will pee the bed. I do a nose plug RC which feels the cleanest I've done in recent memory. I walk back into the middle room and wake up.

I’m in an unfamiliar house with my mother, showing her some pieces of music I’ve written using a playback program on a computer. As the dream goes on, the physical setting apparently vanishes in favor of the scores scrolling before my eyes. Unfortunately, I can no longer remember any of the music except for the clarinet part in one. The clarinet is holding a single note, and as several measures go by without it stopping, I make a mental note to modify the part as soon as we’re done listening. The computer may be able to play it back as written, but a clarinettist does actually have to take a breath at some point.

-27.4.22

Laid down at 8:30PM
was up at 9:30PM with RLS.
Laid back down after 10-15min.
Later I have very strong SP like sensations. I start focusing on the dream state. It is very dark. Have to visualize. I “get up” but I am not sure. I jump up and down and find I am hovering. Good. I get pulled back. I try some more. I can see myself so I start fighting my other self. I wrestle with me and get on top. I start to choke me. It feels like a representation of my waking self and I have to subdue it. I have to win to enter the dream. Who is this other?
After that victory, I “get out of bed” and jump up and down again to test. I stop mid jump and hover in the room. Then, I drift out and hover through the bathroom into the hallway. I think to turn into the other part of the house but suddenly get a strong urge to go outside time. Instead of opening the door, I decide to phase through. There is resistance and some darkness but only for a moment as I push my face through.
I am on side porch. The only thing in existence is a small area that the light from the porch could illuminate. Beyond that; darkness. I see the full carport and a vehicle and some bit of the shed and part of the yard. I try to fly away to make the full scene materialize but I am sucked back to the porch by some unseen and unknown force. Apparently, I am allowed to only go so far. I decide to make due.
I realize the parked car is a small red hatchback. We don’t own anything like that but I don’t think about this. I decide to open the door and fold it back to break it off but it crumbles easily like it’s made of thin aluminum. I think of a soda can. This is kind of fun so I proceed to destroy the car bit by bit by pulling it apart and folding sheets up and wading them up like pieces of paper. It is very satisfying and I continue to do this until I wake up.
The time is 10:30PM

04.19.2022
08:00 AM

The Hungry Ghost (DILD)

This dream took place while in was at a hotel.

I am in a large and well decorated home. I know that it is a dream and in this dream this is my home even though I have never lived in a house like this. I feel the presence of a person nearby but there is no one in the room. I go up the stairs and around the corner to find myself face to face with an older woman who starts speaking in some alien language. Her mouth moves in very strange ways. I wake up.

When I talked to my girlfriend she says she had a nightmare too. We both felt incredibly negative emotionally for the rest of the day. It was very draining. I realized I might have attracted my first hungry ghost/energy vampire because I had been doing a lot of energy work without knowing how to effectively shield myself. We cleansed ourselves and our apartment with sage when we got back and then I warded the place against any spirits. After that we felt so much better and we haven't felt that draining feeling since.

04.26.2022
11:00 AM

Genevieve Artadi (DILD)

I am in a house I don't recognize and spontaneously lucid after a chain of non-lucid fragments. I reach back and Juliana grabs my forearm. She walks forward and she looks like Genevieve Artadi from Knower. (She changed her appearance in our wonderland to look like her a few days ago.) Unfortunately, the dream destabilized from excitment. When I tried summoning her again I pulled forward a disembodied arn. That happens sometimes so better luck next time.

pretty sure I had a long interesting dream but can't recall the details.

A quick HH image of the back of Jamie's head.

Work

Was working at a place that was a cross between Wal-Mart and Home Depot... Jamie was working there as well. She wouldn't even look my way and the feeling was intensely awkward. Lots of thinking like, "We were once great friends, why can't you even look at me?" I rarely get dreams like this anymore and I hate them.