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This morning noted these notes about dreams

Instead of something, something else?
Computer system?
New email notification at work

Dream Fragment
David was in hospital with his hands wrapped. I saw a few photos of him. He was being congratulated for staying calm?

Dream Fragment
I was at the basketball stadium outside.

Dream Fragment
I was on a jetty. I think I may have been with someone that was famous.

Dream 1
It was night and I was playing basketball by myself in the middle of a street. A car drove passed and they must have said something to me or they were hanging out the window. I shot the ball and it went over the backboard. I jogged after the ball as it was rolling down the street. I could see the car in the distance, I thought maybe they were thinking I was chasing them. I saw them crash into a ditch, but I ignored them and went after the ball, which rolled into a houses front yard. I couldn't find the ball.

DEILD ATTEMPT
Dream 2
I attempted the DEILD and I must of only just been conscious or struggling to get the scene to become clear, as I could only feel sensations of body contact at some points.

I was at Daryl's house and I remember my ex being there (Marls). She had gone to the toilet and I must have been in her bed. I could hear someone calling my name. Silly me responded ''Yeah....?'', but I said it out loud from my waking body, as I wasn't in the scene completely. I remember her in the bed with me, and I was intending to have Sex. I could feel her pushing my body away as I was taking up too much of the bed. I even took off my pants off at one stage.

(Could have this been because I was blinded by my sleeping mask?)

I'm at a panic outside by a tree and I become lucid as I look off into the distance. I go flying for a few minutes and realize that I need to stabilize, so I get back on the ground and just relax as much as I can, but I forget to engage my senses!

After a few moments of this I feel the dream falling apart and end up waking up

Post 2/2 for 16th of Sept

LD2: this dream/dreams have been going on forever, with lots of scene changes and it has been very hard to recover it.

I am in our old bathroom and the B6 woman is here again. We get into a fight again, I squeeze some shampoo in her eyes.

A lucid scene here I can't remember, I am examining my hands and think how normal and real they look, even though I know it's a dream.

I look out the window of this place where I believe I live and see a familiar city. I have some thoughts that I wasn't able to fulfill my goals because I always get stuck in these rooms and I need to go outdoors to make it work better.

I fly outside, but my flight is kind of bad and I end up in a river/marsh. I am on the surface, then sinking down as I wonder what to do. I give myself instructions about what to think and how to modify the terrain below me and there are some changes, but on the whole it doesn't work as it's supposed to and I continue sinking. All kinds of sensations (including void-like) as I feel submerged yet my head is above the water.

I think this must have ended with the void.

I just remember that am in a car with bf and a blonde woman with short hair. She reminds me of an actress. I turn my back on the road and sit on top of the the woman, facing her, then look around. I notice the color of her clothes, blue and green. Really nice colors and fit her very well. I can also see that now I am wearing the same blue shirt as her. The next moment, the woman offers to do some sexy things on me and after a short thought I find the strength to refuse. I concentrate on the phone task and get a phone from one of them. I press the dial button and listen. Immediately a random guy answers, eager for a conversation. I know he's not the right person, so I tell him wrong number and attempt to hang up but he tries to convince me it is the right number. He also says some funny stuff I can't recall.

I take a moment to think that this dream has been going on for a while and I am already forgetting some parts.

At some point, there is some sort of funny nonsensical text on the phone that now turns to some other object, that I try to memorize and temporary do, but as I try to read it again all the letters change.

I can't remember what happened, but now I am in this place, like a large appartment, with lots of DCs all around, mostly representing people I know. I am still trying to call Xanous, have another phone in my hand and I struggle with the phone book. You could say that my lucidity level drops as all kinds of false memories emerge and I am trying not to show I care in front of the people that know me.

For some reason I believe that I have Xanous' real number, that he has given me his real number. I also see some photos of the blue bedsheets of his kid, some toys and other stuff I can't remember. This is on some sort of TV screen now and I am using a remote control (or is it the phone?) to try to navigate the menu and just get to the number and hide from my friends that I have been given all this info.

I finally get the right number, press the dial key and listen. For a while nobody picks up and then the voice mail turns on and I can hear Xanous' voice. He says something briefly and then there's lots of music and sounds as I nervously wait for what seems like forever to be able to leave a message.

I start a long speech from which I remember the first and last sentences.

"Hey Xanous, I made it, I am calling you from a dream. ....

Do you know how hard it has been to keep this super long dream going, pick up."

My voice changes as I speak. I finally exhaust myself with the speech and end the conversation. I look outside and think that now that I am done calling Xanous, I can move to the next task, Angel Falls. It feels like my determination to make that call has been the key factor holding this dream together for a such an great amount of time and now it slowly begins to fade and I wake up.

Sleeping schedule = still not fixed

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some RTS where i had to defend the base and then attack enemies. I could summon units in groups and i had alot of electricity themed units like tesla tanks and lightning cannons. The level was supposed to be hard but i've built alot of stuff that sped up unit building progress, so i could use one elite group building option, which supposed to be long, but i've shortened it to like 30-40 seconds. It spawned the group of like 40 units including 2 super heavy tesla tanks. I've sent them at enemy bases to ruin them.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was something about YouTube.

Dream 3:

I was playing some game coop with someone, we were apparently playing as overpowered vampires and we were fighting through lots of enemies in some castle. From room to room it was kinda switching between 2D and 3D. Then we have reached some room where we had to fight lots of flying enemies as an requirement to unlock some path, then we could not find two last ones so we went to tunnels to fight another group of enemies for different path unlock. Later we found 2 enemies from earlier and were done with them, then on the way back to unlocked door i've selected harder way and had to do jumping puzzle over lava. There was also this weird gimmick that occasionally weird modern civilian dudes appeared in the castle and we had to stay hidden from them.

Dream 4(fragments):

Some game, canyon, and there was some objective about "Uther's sore eyes"

Date: 16th Sept

Pre bed: 3mg mel

WBTB: 26 mg caffeine (capp.)

Comment: post 1/2 for 16th of Sept. Way behind with updating, trying to keep these post as efficient as possible.

Micro-ld: In my first room, at some point in the dream, I make a call to this woman in the administration and discuss some things with her.

I am in the room and moving in a strange manner, float gliding on the floor and know that this is a dream. I keep on moving around like this but then see the B6 bitch and for some reason assume that she is real. I get totally distracted by what she says and lose 99 percent of my lucidity. We start fighting, bitting and scratching each other. While we are fighting, I keep contemplating, how could I know that this is a dream, she looks so much like her real self.

LD1: I find myself on the street of my hometown and happily remark that this is a dream. I see this guy I know and his friends and think about a song I want to make them sing. I make a few movements with my hands to control the guys like a conductor and get some results but when I listen more closely, they seem to talk more than sing and are slightly out of sync. Then from somewhere I can hear the Manu Chao song (which is a mix of many similar songs) play loudly from somewhere. The sound is absolutely fantastic and I am thinking about how cool listening to a song like this in a dream is. I can hold my concentration on the music for a while and then it stops. I see my friend, still euphoric I greet her and think about interacting with her, but then decide to leave the memory of her alone. I feel the dream is fading.

A classmate of mine appears and I decide to hold on to him for stabilization. I embrace him. He is wearing a T-shirt similar to that of bf. He puts his hands around my waist and then moves one hand to my butt. I feel that this may quickly escalate to something else as I have a moment of sexy feelings. I look at his face, his lips. But no! I have been thinking about this lately (very annoyed with myself), so no! We are just hugging, I concentrate on that and make the sexy feeling go away. I still enjoy the moment, it is like as if we are about to dance to this soft music that I can almost hear at the background. Then I feel a drop of water on my hand and look around to see that it is starting to rain. Absolutely amazing effect, I think to myself. I am still in the same position, in his embrace, pretending to be stabilizing and examine his well shaped arm, notice his tan and the (sorry guys) flawless soft golden hairs. And as if taking in all this detail isn't enough, I can suddenly see his chest expanding and it dawns on me that he is breathing like a normal person. I find his breathing extremely fascinating, due to the fact that this is a dream, and also as I ponder how my subcon has created so much life like detail this time. I must be really immersed in the dream, I think to myself.

Unfortunately, I am taking too much time in this state of awe and feel the dream starts to fade again. I remember I wanted to make a call and look around. There is another DC to my left, similar to another classmate. I also think about my classmate who's holding me. These DCs must have a phone with them. But before I can do anything else the dream totally fades and I wake up.

I am walking towards this pizzeria with a half eaten pizza that I remember did not taste so good thats why I was returning it. I remember seeing my friend Para walking past me while going to the pizzeria with his uniform from high school. After that I enter the pizzeria to see if I could get a refund for that pizza which was suppose to be $5 but the lady there deny it and gave me a bigger much more tastier one with garlic bread for the crust which tasted excellent. So I bought the pizza and I remember I was getting it for some of my friends I was meeting up, after walking up these random flight of stairs I ended up in the 2 story apartment complex I lived in before when I was a kid where I use to go all the time to hang out with my friend. I remember it after walking up the stairs that my destination was going to be on my left 4th door but it changed after that door was partially opened and a lil girl came out and guided me to the 5th door which was super random. I remember it was night time the entire time in this dream but I felt safe all the time, once I entered the 5th door I saw a couple of my friends circled around watching the television. I recall only Chris, his borther Camilo and there was about 4 others which Im not sure who they were but seemed very familiar.

These are various ones. I've been falling behind a bit as of these recent days.

September 16 or 17:

> There was reference to an old small CRT TV that now belonged to a next-door-neighbor of mine. I saw the TV outside m house in the back yard.

September 18:

> I drove a semi in Cranberry, PA and was going east on Rt. 322 and then there were mountains I was going down and I put it in lower gear and jake braked but still wrecked it catastrophically.

And now for some 2013-September-19th dreams:

> I was on a couple's porch and they had a pony or small horse there which they had resemble a dog. Their house door was open. I'd only stopped for a moment and one of them asked if I liked the pony/horse and I said yes. I recall what the man looked like pretty well; He had blonde hair and a goatee or mustache and I think was wearing a black shirt.

> I was in a town and someone murdered an elderly man's wife and he owned a big building that he and his wife had made a business out of. The man was distraught and wrote something on a sign near the building, Near a street that I was at.

non lucid
* I am receiving teachings from many different teachers. I then remember only choose one path or you will get confused.

Date: September 19, 2013

You will never believe this dream I had...

Dreamed I was at some sort of party and we all were talking about the difficulties of becoming lucid. Then we heard an alarm go off and someone said, "Excuse me, but you know what that means...I have to do my reality check." Then one of the DC looked at me and said, "Aren't you going to do yours." I replied, "I already done it and I know that I am not dreaming!"

WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. Still need to fix schedule and waking up times(hopefully tomorrow) and was having some problem not being able to fall asleep for some time again so not many dreams... Hmmm...

I was playing some video games about dragons and then i got distracted from PC and later went for nap, but before that i had to make some people leave room because they were distracting me. Then i had a chain of 5 really short false awakenings where i didn"t even had time to RC, and then i woke up properly after them.

One small dream Tuesday. I felt ill again, when I woke and the dream wasn't "right there" in front of me...it came back only after laying quietly and patiently.

04.55 AM A "BBC" presenter (who, at first, I thought I recognised, but I didn't really) standing in a studio and looking increasingly confused and uncomfortable (as they sometimes do) as music played increasingly faster???? Is there a hidden message in that Ed?

Last night
3.00 AM Feeling a bit ill...got nothing

4.45 AM Small dream about eating from a platter of seafood (not a great lover of seafood) I was presumably eating something fishy but they looked like small pearl-coloured M&M's

For the past several nights, I've diligently practised memory and awareness but the nights have been disappointing. When I looked out before retiring last night I noticed a full moon. I casually wondered whether that affects dreams and, sure enough, when I Googled this morning, I immediately got this;-

Can't sleep? The full moon could be disturbing your dreams - Life & Style - NZ Herald News

Dream Views is already full of this topic so it's nothing new. It apparently takes aprox 5 nights to go from 95% waxing (looking full) to 95% waning (still looking full) the actual 100% full moon this month is 19th, so tonight should be interesting.

Of course, for that theory to work, my best times would presumably be a new moon. I had my first lucid on the night of 6th Sept ...the optimum new moon was 5th @ 1% and the 6th was 2% (waxing) My second lucid was on the night of the 11th Sept @ 37% (waxing) so that kinda makes a dent in the theory...but the moon's phase goes into my notebook from now on.

I love what you can learn form dream research. When I was whinging (as I do) on a blog called "Maybe I'm border-line epileptic" on 23/6 snoop replied with "It sounds like attention deficit to me, at least the way you've explained it." I Googled it, was slightly miffed, replied a bit tersely and didn't click "like" I now think snoop's right and I apologise and I've clicked "like".

We can be "slightly" dyslexic or autistic or have "slight" attention-deficit. My wife reads books for hours...I read no longer than a few paragraphs. I skim through everything, just picking out something here or there to note or reply to. I start biographies from when they're famous...skipping the early chapters...I have occasionally read a book from the ending and skipped backwards...and I learn ADA, memory etc in bits, skipping from one to the other...never absorbing the whole subject in one go. Here, we learn about ourselves

09-19-2013 -- Starts out as some sort of Harry Potter dream, though we're going through training that is a little more intense than you usually see at Hogwarts. I can't say if I am Harry Potter or not, but whoever I am, I am very powerful, and oddly, I find I seem to be able to do things nobody else can do.

Somewhere in our training (which seems to involve fighting our way through various rooms, destroying everything in our paths) we end up being attacked by real bad guys, and I manage to kill several of them, which leads to my being suspended or something. The higher ups don't like that I did this, and because of this, they are trying to block the rest of my training and lock me out of what is turning into some sort of military organization.

I end up consulting with Tom Drick, who explains that I have made some very powerful enemies, and I am probably doomed as far as the regular chain of command works ... but ... I already have most of the skills, I mostly need the knowledge that goes with them. There are certain tests that, if passed, and backed up with enough knowledge and power, can bypass the regular education channels. If I can pass these tests, and show the required skill and power (which I already have, so I should be able to do so again) then I will have earned a place in the 'army' that they cannot deny me.

I decide that could be a good way to go, and I soon find myself on what seems like a college campus (not Fullerton College, but it has a lot of that feel to it.) I am walking up the staircase leading to a library, where I need to go in and request the books and things to study what I need to study, and I am also supposed to meet some sort of retired general that Tom arranged a sort of introduction to.

Problem is, there are a lot of older students hanging out around the door to this library, and I am not sure who is waiting in line, and who is just hanging, but since they don't seem to be forming any sort of obvious organized line, I try to walk right past them and through the door into the library. A couple of the punks seem to object to this, and they start messing with me, demanding to know who I think I am, and why I think I can use their library when I am obviously too young.

I try to explain my situation slightly without going into too much detail, but they catch on completely, and tell me there is no way in hell they are ever going to serve under me. They are so intense about it that it becomes obvious we will never be able to work together, and they will obviously oppose me at every opportunity, regardless of the consequences. I am left with no other option but to kill them. I take out my gun, they draw their weapons, and we begin to fire on one another.

One of them, I manage to draw a bead on, and shoot and kill very easily. The other is farther away, and I just seem to miss, almost every time. But I am dangerous enough that he kind of stalks off to find somewhere out of the way to hide and plot for a little while, to regroup. But he is wearing a very rich blue (think Carl's PT Cruiser) shirt that nobody else has, so I ought to be able to spot him fairly easily. I continue into the library to get my study materials.

But it is now more like a bank counter, or perhaps a court counter at a courthouse (with just a hint of the ice cream counter at Thrifty's thrown in.) I walk up to an older gentleman who I recognize as the one Tom arranged a meeting with, and start to explain things, but the word of the the guy I just killed and the other one I was shooting at has spread, and everybody wants to know what is going on. So I explain exactly what happened, and why I did what I did, and the old guy agrees that I probably did the right thing ... but I have made even more enemies, and the guy says I probably need to take the tests and things to push me even higher in their society. He starts to lay out workbook after workbook on the counter, until I have maybe something like a ten inch stack of books and forms and papers and so on.

I walk back out of the library/office, and find myself in a small cafe next to a pizza parlor that seems like one of the pizza places that I always dream of in the New York dreams, and while I try to find a spot to sit in the cafe, I can overhear the guy who got away a few minutes before in the pizza parlor. He is going on and on about what he plans to do to me, and meanwhile they are giving away blue shirts that look just like his, which is going to make it more and more difficult for me to recognize him. It's kind of like they are going to be firing the shirts off into the crowd with t-shirt guns or something.

So I leave my books and stuff, and go hunting him immediately. As I start taking shots when I have a clear one lined up, he starts running again (and firing back) and we have soon made our way to a cross between the wide open space of a large hotel with a huge inner courtyard (think the Renaissance Sea World or the Embassy Suites you once worked in) and a shopping mall. I am looking across the way to another floor, and taking shots at this guy, though the shop he is hiding in is turning into more of a hotel room.

But there is something odd. I hit the first guy so easily, and my shooting was so on. This guy, it is like everything is clear and sharp until my gun is trained on him, then it just kind of fuzzes up, and it is like I can't get a lock ... almost like he has got some sort of magical anti-targeting system on. He is dodging around his hotel room with the door open, and putting things in the way to make my shot more difficult, and I ought to still easily line up a shot, and make it, but it just doesn't work.

Eventually, he has run off from the area entirely, so I guess I am at least too scary to stay around, but I know I will have more trouble with him later. Meanwhile, I have to get back to my books and my meal at the cafe, but it is now several hours later, and near closing. When I get back, I find no sign of my waitress, and have to hunt a bit to find my stuff. I have to leave payment and a tip, but I have no idea what would be a good amount, considering the weapons fire, and how many hours my stuff has been here and in the way. I want to tip well, yet I can't afford to go overboard, and I don't even know what my bill was for.

I pull out a $20 bill and hand it to the waitress, and am waiting to see what her response will be, and she seems at least reasonably pleased, so I am happy, though I find myself thinking back to where I was originally, during this time period, and find myself thinking it is the late 80's, and recalling eating a decent meal at Athenian Burgers for about $5 bucks, and $20 on $5 would be a 300% tip. That feels a little short, but pretty decent, for the circumstances.

Then I come across the actual receipt, and find my bill was only $2, so I feel even better about how much I paid, though I am still running around on the street mumbling to myself about what I paid for meals 'back in' 1987. The older people in the vehicle (a van or bus) that I am traveling in are looking at me and starting to comment on my wording, and saying I must be part of some government time travel program. But they are all past government workers, so they aren't horrified or disbelieving or anything, just kind of interested.

This LD was the second of two from the morning of 9/17/2013.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #148: Musical Travels

I have a false awakening early morning on a couch in a room that looks like a basement. Wife's sitting nearby. I'm unhappy to get up but there's something I need to be doing, so I follow her out into the hallway of an office building. Through the windows I see that it's still dark out. Some guy with glasses and a shaved head is dressed for work and waves toward the parking lot at someone I can't see. I wonder how he's in such a good mood so early.

Wife convinces me that there's something I need to look for in the bathroom, so I go to find it. I walk down a long corridor and take a right through a narrow hallway filled with people. As I'm pushing my way through the crowd I sort of knock this one guy to the ground. Rather than apologize, I hurry away, hoping he didn't see me do it. (Not nice at all, I know...)

Once inside the bathroom, I forget what I was looking for, so I wander out another door back into the hallway. There's a folksy country duet playing over unseen speakers, an older man and woman singing sweetly about the life and love they've shared. I think how cool it would be if dreams could produce music like this... and a wave of suspicion makes me hit the nose pinch RC and I'm lucid.

I continue down the hallway to a fat guy standing behind a small desk that's stacked with literature. One of his hands is resting on the papers and I grab onto it, trying to bring extra vividness into the scene. He looks horrified by this and when I think about it a bit more, I don't feel too great about it myself, either. "Sorry about that," I say, continuing down the hall. I think about what I intended to do with this dream and remember the Task of the Month about going into the girls' locker room.

I follow several twists and turns in the hallway, each one leaving the hallways narrower than the last, all the while expecting that the next turn will lead me to the girls' locker room. Finally, I step through a door at the end of the hallway into a room that looks like some kind of really nicely-furnished barracks or dormitory. A double stairway encircles an elegant fountain and leads up to a room that stretches far into the distance, either wall lined with beds. There's a huge number of DCs here, all female, many of them in the beds and some just walking around.

I try to verbally insist that this is a women's locker room rather than a big dormitory, but somehow I get the idea to sing my intent. As I do this, the whole thing turns into this huge musical number that both me and the women in the dormitory are singing at the same time. It was sort of 80s-sounding, but an original song. If I had to pick a song, it was probably closest to Bonnie Tyler's "I Need a Hero". The whole thing was pretty awesome.

Most of the DCs are dancing while all of this is going on, with a few of them even doing these fancy handsprings over the beds. I can't remember many of the lines, but one of them was definitely something like

"It's the girls' locker room,
Where the lockers have bras and socks and stuff!"

I know that this isn't the locker room and as cool as this musical performance is, I still want to try to pull off a task. There's a cinderblock wall behind me, and I phase through it, winding up in the void. I rub my hands together then try to feel my way forward. There's someone else here with me in this void, a female presence. Rather than speaking, she begins to softly sing. Her voice is beautiful and echoes everywhere around me. She says something like, "I can only take this journey with you if you <something something...??>" (What was it? Wish I could remember this!)

In a moment I feel my body settling onto some soft dirt. I'm laying on my back and the singer, a woman in her mid-to-late twenties is also lying in the dirt a few feet away. Her ethnicity is difficult to guess but I feel like she might be some combination of Asian and Hispanic. We're in some kind of construction site near an unfinished building. To her right, maybe twenty feet away is a chain-link fence. Past that I see a spotlight glaring at us and lighting the area where we've landed. She starts to get to her feet and as I follow her lead, the dream ends.

This LD was the first of two from the morning of 9/17/2013.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #147: Train Station Cafe

I'm in a wood-panelled room looking at some kind of device with Wife and a woman that I think is NyxCC. It's a small wooden box about the size of a cigar box with a mirror-like screen on it when you flip the lid open. There's a big window to our left with a view of an endless forest. After we're through looking at the device, we walk down a long hallway into an area that looks a bit like a train station. NyxCC and Wife are talking animatedly about types of art projects they both like to work on.

On our left is a busy cafe with walls made entirely of glass, and we step inside to find a table. NyxCC and Wife sit down at a table, leaning forward, elbows on the table, still talking about this art thing they're into. Before I sit down, I realize that I've forgotten something back in the room we just came from.

I turn to leave just as I notice that NyxCC's jaw looks thinner and longer than it did a moment ago. I think about this as I'm preparing to exit the cafeteria, trying to think whether Nyx looks different than she used to. The whole thing makes me think of lucid dreaming and a quick burst of critical thinking makes me lucid.

I turn back to look at the crowd, but Wife and Nyx have both vanished. I see one of our friends "LS" seated at a tall but narrow circular table nearby, but as I scan the crowd and return my eyes to this table, LS has turned into my four-year-old son "E", sitting by himself in some kind of boosted chair. I walk up to E's table and say, "Hey buddy, I'm dreaming."

"Uh-huh!" he responds, emphasizing the second syllable.

I grip the edge of the table with my hands, trying to draw out as much vividness as possible from the scene. My hands are a strange color, slightly pinkish. The table feels just like a cool, laminate table edge like you'd find in a fast food restaurant. I look up to see a waiter watching me, along with E.

I reach down and grab the table by its leg. "I want you to see what you can do in dreams," I say, pumping the table up and down over my head. "I can make it float away if I want to." For some reason, the ceiling is high above us, maybe a hundred feet up. The table floats upward for a while and then awkwardly disappears.

I look down to get one more glimpse of E and the water staring at me before I fall into the void. I rub my hands together then reach forward to see what's here. My hands land on what feels like the shoulders of a woman wearing a strapped dress. She's moving around a bit and seems like she might be trying to communicate or interact but none of it is getting through to me. I get a vague vision of her as a woman in her mid-30s with long brown hair, but before I can see her face, I wake up.