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I remember sitting and chatting with the girl I liked (lets just call her Sarah Jane) we were joking around and stuff and then suddenly everything went dark I noticed how she was struggling I was calling out her name and then it stopped.she said I turn into a monster when I age by two years. I woke up confused no lucids dream signs:maybe her

remember bits of it.i recall going to this camp and getting my own room.there was an African American sharing with me. I also recall having to save a little fish from a ship under the water. I was feeling quite scared when this happned as I thought I would drown no lucids tonight

1. [non-lucid]
I visited my friend (Alex) at his house. I was telling his mum how to put my harness on in the kitchen, she found it really easy and didn't struggle at all.
Now I'm in Alex's room, the room layout had changed, Alex retreated into his bathroom so i waited, as I waited I noticed on the desk to the right of where the door is there is a PC on it with a mouse and keyboard...anyway, on the screen theirs a Dog/Wolf like creature (It was dark grey with white tufts of fur around its neck) so I moved the mouse to get a better look, Its in a game probably an MMO of some sort.

Alex came out of the bathroom and was using the 2nd desk which was half blocking his bathroom for some reason so I went over and I think I started a conversation about something.

Fragments:
I'm in an old minibus that used to take me to school with the same bus driver.

Notable Items & People:
Black square PC monitor, Wheelchair battery, Alex's Mum.

Today i dreamt that i was seeing breaking news: "A baby dinossaur was found in girantina" (I have no idea why it had a pokemon name, but it was just written there).
They were recording on a helicopter, then i saw a guy's hand getting out of the helicopter and caressing the dinossaur.
Suddenly i teleport to the local and i see the dinossaur is huddled and it's scared.
I see some men climbing the dinossaur's body and when all men are on his body, a guy counts
"3,2,1, stretch!" they stretch the poor animal and broke their ribs, i start to get in panic and upset at the same time.
The animal becomes little i don't know why. I get it and give it a hug, i take it with me and then i teleport to a mystical garden at night.
My brother appears next to me (i don't know why) and i start talking to him about that little dinossaur.
I said to my brother: "hey, it could be hatching eggs if it was a female, how do we know if it is a female?"
He stood quiet, and suddenly we started to get attacked by shining red-eyed bats. I wanted to protect that animal
so bad, so i ran off the forest and my brother came with me. After we got out of that forest, the dinossaur
got off of my arms and ran away, i was screaming for the name i was thinking giving it to him sadly.
"Dino, Dino, come here!! don't run away!" <-- i said that.

(not a very original name i know, but my dreams are very random).

Date: July 6, 2013
Bedtime routine: MILD & WBTB (WILD attempt, but kept falling asleep)
Total sleep time: 6-7 hours

Dream

I was this person's every meaning for existence. He held me close in his arms as if my life depended on his touch, he cradled my head and looked deeply into my eyes as he rocked me to sleep in his arms like a baby. My skin felt every bit of his exhalation on my face as he leaned in close to me to make sure I was resting. My eyes were close as I listened to his heartbeat as my head pressed against his strong, broad chest. Even though my eyes were closed, I still could feel his stare upon my body as he refused to take his eyes off of me. I squinted my eyes as my thoughts were confirmed as I could see him follow my breathing pattern with his gaze. He would watch my breast rise up and down with each breath, slowly moving my long straight hair off of my chest with his hand...his hands shaking slightly but ever so gently. He treated my body like I was fragile as glass as he carefully shifted positions to make sure I was comfortable. Being as quiet as a whisper, he cautiously rubbed my arms (still rocking me) and told me how special I was. Oh, how loved I felt by him! Never wanting that feeling to end, I cried for what seemed a lifetime, for I somehow knew that it had to end because he was not mine to love...he was someone else's husband.

Note: I woke up totally confused after this dream...but, I never felt so loved and cared for in my real waking life. No doubt.

I was at my school. Which school, I have no bloody idea. I think it was my current school, but everyone here is speaking Thai. We were in a PE class, even though I don't have them anymore IRL, and we were playing some kind of bizarre combination of tennis and five, where you play tennis with your hands. The court is divided into either four or five smaller courts, with a pair playing at each of them. I was playing pretty badly and the tennis ball rolled off. When I went to get it, somebody told us to line up. My friend said it's the military recruitment programme.

We went into a bus, and the annoying drill sergeant doesn't let us use your electronics. When we were finally at the headquarter, he went off somewhere and we all kind of faffed around. Then I found out later the students are supposed to report for examination according to their number. I do not know my number, but I decided I would be told later and didn't worry about it.

I then tried to have a shower. After I'm done, I was putting my clothes on when one of my friend, naked, snatched my pants. I was annoyed and tried to get it back, and even though IRL I think he's attractive, I don't really care about his nude body and his flaccid penis though I saw it. He soon got bored and gave me back my pants. Note that it was a pajama pant, and I don't wear boxers to bed.

I grew worried about my number, and I went and asked around about it to no avail. I got frustrated and went on a rant to my friend about how the military is full of conservative pigheaded old philistines who would rather stick to old, obsolete customs even though they have new technologies and the world is moving on. They would rather use their brawn than brain, and would smash obstacles rather than using tactics.

My friend, the other one, who is a thai, said that he'd smash obstacles too, and that is what he do in his games. He would cheat and one-hit-kill annoying bosses.

Then later we walked down some street, me apparently not caring about the military examination anymore. I started to talk to him about stupid conspiracy theories and how I think they're all bullshit. I think I told him what if what you do in dreams actually affect some distant alternate dimension, he laughed. I remembered that I was about to talk to him about the theory where the Anunnaki rules the Earth and manipulate the media when I woke up.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #114: The Vampire Apocalypse

Wife has opened a restaurant and somehow all of the recipes have been lost. She and I are in some place that looks like a choir room, desperately searching through a pile of hundreds of envelopes for the one that contains them. Suddenly I become lucid, but it's a very low level of lucidity. I grasp that I'm dreaming and I understand that this gives me awesome powers, but I have no idea that I could just ignore this whole recipe thing.

I point at the pile of envelopes, willing the recipes to emerge. One of the envelopes floats a couple of feet in the air and opens, freeing a few sheets of paper that I know have the recipes on them. I grab them out of the air and hand them to Wife. She starts talking excitedly and waving her hands in these grand gestures, but I soon wake up.

I hold still for DEILD, but after a brief wait emerge non-lucid sitting in a small, boxy room that's shaped vaguely like a confessional booth. My friend "Dragon" and I are laughing and swapping stories of all the stupid stuff we did when we were kids. From outside my friend "RF" knocks on the booth and then sort of phases or melts through the wall. I realize that this has to be a dream but immediately wake up.

Back down for DEILD, again winding up in a non-lucid, this time in the hallway of my childhood home. Our neighbor "Mr. G" from when I was a kid is wandering around in our backyard, holding a bag of lawn clippings. I know that he's helping me try to find a 4-leaf clover in this bag of clippings. He becomes angry that I'm not helping and starts throwing the lawn clippings everywhere. I suddenly remember trying to DEILD and become lucid again. There's a door at the back of the house that's not usually there and I walk toward it, preparing to phase. The door swings open just as I approach, though, and again, the dream ends.

I look for another DEILD and again come up non-lucid. I'm at home with Wife now and she's telling me a story of how someone was attacked by a vampire downtown today. We worry about what this means and whether she's safe going to work.

Time advances, and now it's early morning. The sun's just coming up and I'm at the back door, looking out over our back yard toward the horizon. I see a swarm of bats approaching and I know that overnight vampirism has become a plague that's spread throughout the world. I tell Wife that we have to hide, and we run upstairs to the bedroom to bunker ourselves in.

Once upstairs I peer out of a tiny window to the street below. About a dozen vampires are congregating on the street with a handful of human prisoners. The leader of the vampires, blonde and dressed completely in black, shouts bizarre warnings and threats to those of us holed up in our homes. He kicks one of the prisoners, a middle-aged man, to the ground, sprays him with liquid from some kind of squeeze bottle, and lights him on fire.

I duck down from the window, shaken and frightened. "They're killing everyone," I say to Wife. "Is this like what happens in The Passage? I haven't read that far yet." (The Passage is a book that I'm slowly reading.)

Wife nods. "It's exactly the same."

"Okay," I say. "What did they do? How do we fight these things?"

She shakes her head gravely. "I can't give spoilers."

I think this makes complete sense. "You're right. Maybe if we shoot them in the head...?" I now have the AR-15 in my hands.

"That won't work," she says. Then from out of nowhere, she very graphically and directly demands that we have sex. This is so completely out of character (particularly in a vampire apocalypse) that I realize it's all a dream.

"Don't worry," I say. "It's just a dream." I kiss her for a moment. In spite of her earlier insistences, the mood is completely non-sexual. I stand up, thinking about phasing outside.

"What are you doing?" she says. "Stay down!"

"This is a dream. There's nothing to worry about." But I can see that she doesn't believe me. I know that she's just a DC, but at this point I'm really attached. I decide that I'll just carry her out of this scene, change locations, and hopefully this nasty dream plot will die off. I kneel down to scoop her up as the dream fades...

06.07.2013

Eating Cake with DeadDollKitty & Shoulder Workout of Death with the Grim Reaper (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I expected to have shorter dream recall than usual, but it seems even when I'm not even trying to recall my dreams to the best of my abilities with WBTB and such, I guess being over-analytical of things in life helps a lot in dreams. Guess that's a good thing, seeing how I'm getting better with hypnosis, and because I haven't made a hypnosis script to just have better recall with my dreams, these are just mini-novels compared to what I can potentially do with hypnosis.

It's truly amazing, and I'm always finding more ways to apply hypnosis to create triggers for other sensations unconsciously. It's unfortunate that some people never marvel or even want to revel in the thought of seeing hypnosis in a completely different way beyond their spectrum of misconceptions behind it. Anyway...

I'm with a dream character that has a mix of looking like DeadDollKitty and probably the Angela Varona that had the ABC interview of how she became an Internet sex symbol. One part of me wanted to believe that this dream character was more like DDK though, so I decided to just go with that instead. Seems we became close friends somehow, seeing how she asked me if we wanted to work out in the gym.

We're both outside, and it looks like it rained recently or it felt like it was going to rain. It mostly felt like the first presumption, seeing how the concrete below us was saturated with a darker gray color that's very wet as we're walking together. The grass to the right of us looked pretty wet itself, even though I didn't bother looking for mud-holes or anything where the soil is. You know how you can get the feeling that the grass is wet or not before you actually step into it? That you can notice the difference even if the area you're at is completely new to you and you didn't have a mental map of it in advance? That's exactly how it felt, and even though the analysis of just being aware of the grass itself would be trivial and petty, it felt pretty interesting for me to recall something like that, or to even be aware of that in the dream.

The sky around us, it had a calm and relaxing atmosphere around us, and is mostly a medium tone gray color with blue thrown in to make it less monotone and dull. I can recall some white specks here and there as well, and it felt like the sun within the dream wasn't going to show up at all. All of this was processed within a few seconds, seeing how most of my attention at the moment was on the dream character replica of DeadDollKitty,

DDK, she had a completely different vibe to her, at least how I interpreted her on chat when she comes on rarely. She didn't seem as cheerful in this dream, or at least even wanting to be gregarious with me. It was a weird persona this dream character was expressing to me, she wanted me to follow her, and I kept up at a reasonable pace. It's almost as if she became stoic and combined with her body gesture of showing that she wants to walk faster to whatever location we're going so that I would just follow her and not get myself saturated on trying to analyze her persona too much.

She didn't seem to show any signs of lacking interest in me having company with her, it seemed something was heavily going on within her head. You know how you can tell a person essentially goes into a trance with themselves when speculating about something and still manages to walk just fine to their destination? It felt like something bad was going to happen within her mind, and because I couldn't really go into her mind so easily and was more disheartened by her slight depression, it just made things seem much worse than they should be.

It got to the point where I had to know what it was she was thinking within her mind, what exactly was she thinking at that time? She gave off an impression that she was calm, collected, and at ease and yet it's as if her body language was telling me that she either wanted to find solace in some way but was too distracted with anxiety to hopefully come to terms with me and talk things out. She's wearing a black leather jacket of some kind that extends down to upper waist region, and she's wearing a white blouse underneath, the type of blouse that has folded sections and then wrapped with a strap in the middle.

The top of the blouse has nice spacing that makes her breasts the center of attention with how the black leather jacket makes a huge contrast for her Apricot colored skin. Although, with the hue this atmosphere outside in the dream gives, her skin is a bit more pale than usual, being a little bluer, as if the reflection from the sky truly made an impact in how I conceptualized her changing skin tone later on in the dream.

Her hair is dark brown, smooth, silky, and almost feels as if it was attached to her hair, it was too perfect in fact. Then she had long tight leather pants, or maybe even in the category of being between latex and leather. My recall of her pants in particular is kind of patchy, but I think that on the outer regions of her ankles, there were a few rectangular holes on the tight black leather-latex pants she wore that were aligned horizontally. Combine that with her black Motorcycle Biker Slouch Double Buckle Mid Calf flat boots (that had a top that was mid-way in reaching her knee), she was the classic biker chick.

That impression alone with her outfit, and her seemingly being in a hypnotic state of being with possibly speculating about things going on in her life that she probably felt she didn't have control over only added on to my curiosity for her. We continue walking in a moderately fast pace of walking, and whatever our destination ended up being, all I could recall for this moment while walking with her is blurry batches of green, gray, red, blue, violet, and a small streaks of yellow.

I believe the DeadDollKity dream character informed me that we're going to the gym to workout together, but with the clothes she was wearing, and what I was wearing, it felt kind of odd going to the gym. What I wore exactly is hard to recall, at most, I was probably having a similar vibe with the persona she had as this biker chick. I remember wearing a black shirt, black belt, and a black dress pants that had smooth creases along with black lace less shoes most likely, or just regular black biker men boots.

So maybe based from the clothes we were wearing, we came off a motorcycle or something, seeing how we found ourselves still moving reasonably fast as we're walking. The sensation was like this, you know how you walk or run on a treadmill for a good bit, and then when you come off and go on a different surface, you notice your mind still has the predisposition that you're still engaged with using the treadmill? That your legs are still slightly vibrating and you feel the very same ground you're now on moving a bit?



Of course, I'm not trying to make mind vs. body with skewed dualism, but hopefully you'll get the idea of how it felt. Also, another thing that I noticed with the DeadDollKitty dream character is how she had her whole left arm down vertically while she uses her right arm to make an L-shape across her stomach to hold onto the elbow of her left arm. It didn't come as a realization in the dream, but maybe she was hurt in some way, seeing how with her fast pace of walking, she probably wanted to find help right away.

The dream shifts, or my dream recall of what happened before we reached our destination occurs. We're now in a building that is pretty interesting in its composition. It seems that it's always changing, or maybe it's due to my growing awareness of the surroundings that makes it interesting.

DeadDollKitty had a completely different vibe to her, her countenance was alluring, it was impossible for me NOT to gravitate towards her visage frequently as I tried to socialize a bit with the dream characters within the building. I ended up making smooth by quick jerks to gaze at her visage a bit more while being occupied and confused on what to do next in this building.

I expected that we were going to work out, but that didn't seem to be the case. What was now a dark environment within a building was now filled with lighting and the realism of the dream was augmenting, but it still left that subtle hint that this all was a fantasy.

I could say that I was lucid in this dream, but it's one of those dreams where you don't even care about your level of lucidity, you just let it happen. You just let yourself become confused by the dream logic, of how the very same girl I was walking with that had this persona of feeling rushed, desperate to find support to heal her presumably injured arm into someone who comes down-to-earth, relaxed, and care-free.

The dream characters started to come together, and I had a sense that we would all end up eating together. I noticed long tables facing horizontally in my direction (as you're looking into the screen), and I can hear a few food carts rolling in. I get an automatic thought that it was going to be dessert coming in, but that could be DeadDollKitty along with the random set of dream character's chattering in the background of looking forward to eating cake.

For a moment, I found myself in a trance just like DeadDollKitty was when we were walking towards this destination. I found myself easily embracing my confusion and how I unconsciously built predispositions to prepare myself of being gregarious with the dream characters.

You know how we tend to have less conscious critical awareness of our actions and let them ebb and flow? And how we tend to be more suggestive and in agreement with others once we eased ourselves in their perception of looking at us? It's almost as if that despite of the fact that I was only fixated on DeadDollKitty's existence in the dream, even with my peripheral vision, the dream characters surrounding me had an augmenting aura of trying to reach out to me.

Because of this, because I can feel how they're naturally kind and sociable to me, my body becomes loose, I noticed my muscles becoming loose, my whole posture in general was relaxed and prepared to just get into the experience. I think I recall an elderly female touching my shoulder. Just one touch and I started to expand my 360 vision within the dream and noticed she had glasses on and a slightly buzzed short hair style.

The type where the ends are curly, loose, and in all directions. Her visage had small variations of creases, but they weren't that bothering to see. Her outfit in general consisted of a slightly diluted swamp green mixed with brown colored dress jacket and dress pants. I believe she wore a dark red shirt as well, and her skin tone was surprisingly full of life with its apricot-like hue.

I believe her touching my right shoulder was for me to unconsciously receive that as a cue to feel free to find a seat. So as I find myself realizing my conscious critical awareness in this dream, and the lucidity that naturally finds its way into my schema of this dream, I paused for a moment and looked around and everything seems to been made in a nice and fit package of just one of many things I think anyone would want in a dream.

Unconditional love.

And I started embracing the unconditional love and genuine nature of the dream characters that were enjoying each others' company and my company as well. They welcomed me with open arms, but they didn't need to express that directly. Their body language, their tonalities, the aura they gave out of having something within them forming into some kind of phantom hand pouring out its positivity and slowly trickling its fingers on my body.

I decided to take a random seat, and realized I'm not sitting near DeadDollKitty, the same person I was so attached to just a few moments ago was now considered someone equal to me. Her visage, her beauty, her youthful composition was just as equal as the elderly woman that touched my shoulder a few moments ago as well. But I still paid more attention to DeadDollKitty, mostly because I still held my attraction of her just a bit more.

I noticed for a fleeting moment, a moment that intensified as my awareness augmented, she was exhuming more confidence towards me. Her visage was flirting at me, practically just waiting for me as she folds her arms and raises her eyebrow at me in curiosity. It's almost as if this time, she's probably wondering what was on my mind just like I had the same curiosity before when she was talking in hypnotic gesture.

She's wearing a white sweater, only making myself having more presumptions of how she's sustaining her down-to-earth demeanor towards me and everyone else in the dream. For that moment, we both had the type of sentience and sapience where all that really matters was that we were going through this mental dance of teasing each other by distracting our awareness of ourselves with the other dream characters, and them coming back to just us paying attention to our awareness again.

I wanted to get closer to her, but our distance didn't really matter, I already felt her aura surrounding me even when she's just there patiently waiting for me to make a move to sit next to her. For a moment, the dream characters were seemingly non-existent, and her existence continued to become more lively. I started to look into her eyes a bit more, couldn't make a good distinction of the color, but I'm presuming it's between hazel, brown, or just pure green. I guess when her more saturated colored brown hair, green eyes would be more appealing to make her brighter.

Her cheeks were defined on the outer regions of her face, it was weird, it was fluctuating between being defined and not as apparent to me. You know how in video games where if you're close up to a character, you can see the sharpness of their whole body composition while the people in the background are literally just blobs and blurs? And this isn't just talking about our peripheral vision, it's when the developers create this system to imply peripheral vision for the character in the game viewing this.

It was exactly like that. My perception became a narrow tunnel, and I noticed my breathing is fluctuating as well. Mixing in with short breaths of lust over her figure and longer breathes that wanted to ease my libido. Breathing in lust, breathing out intentions of only seeing her as a friend in the dream. Imagine for a moment that in order to conceptualize what I just experienced looking at her, you know how when you're meditating, when you have that sense of silence after all those distracting thoughts become less intimidating for you?

When you get into a hypnotic state, or a trance of embracing the silence more? Where you start thinking unconsciously, and you're actually being aware of yourself thinking unconsciously? Where your primal instincts that you usually leave not being as developed as our more refined judgment now takes cover completely? Where we're this close from becoming animals wanting to fuck each other brains out, but then something within us restricts us from doing so?

I started becoming the unconscious, I started diving myself into this ocean where I let my unconscious govern everything that's happening to me. Almost salivating from her figure but closing my mouth to gulp it all down. And she knows this is happening, she continues smiling at me because of it, she keeps her position, as if she suddenly was like a person that models themselves so people can draw them in an art studio.

Then it became too much for me and I eventually came back to being consciously aware of the environment around me again. The dream characters that were blobs and blurs to me are now back again to their sharpness. DeadDollKity is still there, but with my 360 vision, she's not going to become a blur to me because I don't want her to be.

Sadly, this is the point where the dream recall goes down to crap again.

Losing my awareness, and not really caring that I did, the dream shifted into a completely different setting that now had a Point A to Point B to it. And it was because my emotions were the driving force in making things linear now. I'm completely out of the building where me and DeadDollKitty were looking at each other. She didn't exist anymore, the dream characters didn't exist anymore, it's just me again.

Then I started to get unconscious responses that the same DeadDollKitty character wanted to do a shoulder workout with me in the gym. I found my unconscious creating another model of her, only this time in a white sports tank top and very short blue shorts. She starts stretching her arms out, and it's just too much for me. As she's stretching, it's as if I'm purposefully finding my unconscious focusing on her breasts popping out more. Then she starts stretching her legs.


I shake my head, and she continues to say that we should meet at the gym again. Things started to become in-cohesive, and as I'm LITERALLY letting my emotions control my actions, I go into a "hands-off" approach to let things happen. I arrive at my destination, but it's clearly not a gym. More like going into an abandoned shed with a yellow light lamp above me conveniently (sarcasm) placed in front of me while the darkness is so apparent that something bad is going to happen.

And I knew something bad was going to happen, but again, I'm in a "hand-off" control in this dream. I noticed I was taking form of a female, one that resembles Ada, specifically the Resident Evil 4 version of her. I possessed her body for a moment with ease, and as I'm doing this, I can feel those tingly sensations and vibrations as I mold my consciousness into her form.

It was as like a stinging sensation, but it was completely pleasant to experience. I go back into caring less about the lucidity and seeing what Ada would do in this situation. I was in her body (of course I know it's an implication), and she quickly dodges some elderly man that was trying to stab her in the chest. He's wearing skin tight blue gloves, is bald, wearing circular glasses, and just suddenly became the enemy of this dream. He was in the process of wearing a blue grim reaper mask as he tries to stab Ada.

There were many moments where Ada was going to die, very, very, very close moments where just an inch off with the reflexes, and good bye to her dream body (unless I wanted to just bring it back to life). The old man becomes more irritated with her just moving too fast for him, and from there, I can't remember much after that.

The only thing that comes to mind as I'm fading away from the dream is seeing the back of Ada's body.

06.07.2013

Brushing My Teeth (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So after the dream above, I woke up, had a false awakening basically. I was so into the thought of posting the dream eventually, and everything looked real to me. The sink, the toothbrush, everything, and then I think I went back to sleep.

Lol, missed a chance for lucidity, but oh well.

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Pretty fragmented recall, but that's alot of recall anyways, haha.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some FPS game that i really liked, coop with SilentEternity, at some point we were is some semi-destroyed building fighting some big insectoid thing. Then game suddenly glitched out and turned into something like half-life. One of weapons then gave ability to literally punch the enemy using a headcrab.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was watching an let's play of game that looked like KKND2, player was talking about some mission, telling that it's hard and failing horribly. Then i decided to try same mission and it was pretty easy, i was talking with SilentEternity and we just came to conclusion that that player was just really bad at it. Map was pretty open and i apparently could control units of different colors, red and purple, there were superadvanced mechanics as an bonus unit and i was placing alot of turrets. Enemies were trying to attack the base but failed and then i proceed to attack their huge base and won.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing Left 4 Dead, unlike IWL, it was solo game, i was progressing through some dark city and at some point i was in some small building, there was alot of broken glass and wood and there were melee weapons and each time i aimed at one, character was doing funny animation like thumbs up. I notice game having weird ambient sounds, which sounded like something from old Resident Evil games.

Dream 4(fragment):

I was playing some FPS game with SilentEternity and at one point we were searching for something in a dark maze of some kind. There was something about robots.

Dream 5:

I was watching some old XCOM let's play, the player took out alien base and then was doing fairly well on one crash site, then it turned out to be multiplayer and second player took control of the alien side and there was last one sectoid left, which killed off whole XCOM squad, then game glitched out almost completely with sectoid walking off in the glitchy distance.
I went to chat about it with SilentEternity and was suggesting some different XCOM game, then we were talking about TTS and he mentioned some new XCOM game. We decided to try it.
The XCOM base in it looked weird, like some kind of huge 3D underground rocket control center, then something broke and one of constructions collapsed. Then there was a mission in forest, i was controlling XCOM squad and had to clear the place of aliens, they were various and there was some aspect of bases, some of my troops could build barriers and turrets and aliens had some structures too. Eventually i won that battle and we decided to switch the sides.
On alien side there was alot of stuff and then we were doing similar mission. I had wide variety of units including some kind of bulky flying drones and an alien black dragon-looking thing that was very powerful and had ability to increase amount of time units for a turn and ability to get over barricades. I rushed XCOM craft location with all units i got so his forces had to retreat, victory.
Then there was some cutscene in space and it was giving some numbers about something, related to mass or gravity or something like that, SilentEternity says that numbers are totally wrong because they are simply too small for anything like that.

I was in my dad's living room, and something prompted me to think that it was a dream. My brother stood right in front of me. To test my dream theory, I charged right through the wall and my brother, no fear. I saw his eyes widen as I rammed towards him at the speed of light, and I closed my eyes.

Once I opened my eyes I was standing outside. Well, I guess that this is a dream. I attempt flying, but then completely slow down and am slowly spinning out of control, as if I'm in space. This is the first time that I've been unable to fly in a dream. My gaze tilts upward, and the power lines are outlined against the sky. I float alarmingly close to them. All while this is happening, a calm, female voice similar to that of a flight attendant talks inside my head. It seems as though she is some sort of 'lucid dreaming for beginners' guide. She explains something about the power lines, and how they shock you.

I remember that you could sometimes jump to initiate flight, but it's not needed. Soon I'm zooming down the road, above the trees. For some reason in Every. Single. Dream I have, the lower part of the town I live in (past the hospital) is always dramatically changed. In this dream, although I was lucid, I couldn't recall what the area looked like. I jokingly recalled the map of past dreams, not really meaning to explore further but thinking that it'd be funny if it looked like it did in dreams.

I looked down and imagined a small dog coming out of the bushes. Then, I put out my hands in a frame shape and imagined up a dog. It was small, and had matted brown fur. It was still cute.

The dog followed me along, I assume flying. I wanted to come upon something fun to do. We flew above a small camp of ruffians with blue tents. I saw people in tribal paint jumping about, and worried about them attacking me. I believe that this was when two or three other girls joined us, at least two brown-haired and one blonde.

We kept on flying. Our group quickly grew large, and I felt pleased. As if I was collecting people. We landed in a meadow. One girl and I stood by a fence. I studied her. I expected her face to be warped or somehow missing a nose, since it was a dream. She was quite beautiful, even her frizzy hair which stood a good three inches from her face somehow made her seem quaint. She was familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I told her that she was beautiful. She blushed and looked down. Yes, definitely beautiful, I decided. I asked her what she thought of me, knowing her answer already. This was my dream, of course she would respond positively. She gave me a critical head-to-toe. Then she said that I was beautiful. I jokingly said something about it being a dream. I was worried that she'd freak out since I'd called it a dream, but she didn't. She just half-smiled and laughed. So the people here were completely accepting of it being a dream.

I think that we were still in the meadow when I tried to write something down. God, that was a nightmare. On every single word I had to backspace and retype the letter, but even then I rarely got it right. I realized that it was hard because I was in a dream, and gave up on that.

I wanted to get to a city, and repeatedly commanded a taxi to appear. No luck. Then I told myself that we'd just take a boat. We fly a short while and we come upon a sea that is thrashing wildly, as if in the middle of a storm. We land on the deck and I see a few wary deckhands and smaller boats. I see a small yacht, but decide that it's too small. I pray for a giant cruise ship to pull around the mountain, but instead there comes a wild mix between boat and floating black truck. I didn't bat an eye at it in the dream, besides being disappointed that it wasn't a cruise ship. I pulls close to the deck and we fly to the 'boat deck'. There are doors that you open to get into the seats, and I immediately sit in the first row, window seat. The blonde girl is about to sit down outside the door, but I beg her to sit inside with me. I don't tell her why yet. She resists, but finally comes in to sit.

I want to turn her into an actor and it'll be easier with her since she's already blonde. I tell her that I want to change her appearance into that of an actor, and she readily agrees. I worry that it won't feel the same with her as it would if he'd just walked up out of the mist.

I tell her that I didn't want her to sit outside because things that I didn't have my eye on at all times in dreams had a habit of disappearing. I used the dog as an example, who I hadn't seen for a while and I could only assume had disappeared.

I faced her, but we were on land now. I made her hair blonde, since it was brunette now. I sharpened her nose, changed her teeth. I was having an awful time trying to remember what he looked like, and worrying that I'd gotten a feature wrong. The brown slowly spread back into her/his hair. I said nuh uh and quickly changed it back to blonde. Then he changed into a alien and I got a comic-like picture of him beating his chest while howling at the sky. As a bulgy eyed, white alien. I sighed in disappointment because all my hard work was wasted. I began to lose lucidity.

I was under these stairs, looking for my friend's little brother to put him to bed. With each turn the passageway got smaller and darker. I continued to brightly call for him. I turned once again, and knew that his was a trap to get me so deep in that I couldn't turn around to go back. I saw a panel on the wall shake, and I knew something scary was going to pop out behind it. It quickly turned to leave, and saw the little brother scamper across my path.

I'm running along a dark, leaky room with wet pavement. I'm filled with adrenaline, and can see my friends leaping forward and sprinting beside me.

I'm in a small, old-fashioned town. There's a funeral going on and I unwittingly say something offensive because I didn't know that it was a funeral. There a white church with a steeple beside the garage where the funeral is held. The brown casket is carried into the garage. Dream On by Aerosmith plays in the background, and I'm amazed that I can remember all the words. I'm also amazed that I've remembered the little details from 'a dream past'. I had a false memory of this happening in a dream, and of a crazy lady with wild hair interrupting the funeral.

Although it doesn't seem like it, I'm still partly lucid. I want to try to eat something, so a friend or two and I flew to a fast food restaurant. We go inside, and I break off the top of a drink dispenser. What looks like tapioca is inside. I have it in a cup, and know that it will taste awful. A cop comes over and is mad at us for breaking open the machine.
I force my friend to use her power to turn the white liquid red, hoping that it will disguise it from the cop and also make it taste better. It half-works, the cop stirs it with a finger and the color is instantly stirred under. I wake up.

Hmm when is it called a fragment and when is it a full dream? I'd say when there is only one particular scene or situation then its a fragment, and if there is more I'll call it a dream. Here are 6 from last night, not sure if they are generally considered fragments or dreams. This is actually relevant for getting points in a DV-Academy competition that I'm currently in.

• I find myself on a big terrace on the first floor. It is made of concrete and there are concrete pillars all around it to hold the roof. There are ~10 people from my university, one is talking. He is very enthusiastic and he tells about his big and awesome plan and he shows a paper with notes. He explains that he created a treasure hunt with challenges on the way, but they are not easy. Everyone listens carefully and they ask questions about any hints. He promises that it will be very challenging but also very fun, and that the price is worth the effort.
  
  Never saw this place before. The guy who is talking is very quiet and not enthusiastic at all IWL.
  
  
• I drive on small paths through nature on a small tricycle for kids. It is very fast and requires almost no effort. It is fun and refreshing, the surroundings are densely overgrown with plants and small trees. I come to an open bedroom between some trees, my stepfather is sleeping in a bed and my sister is lying awake in another bed, the third one must be mine. As I lay down, I become aware that I'm not tired at all and I convince my stepfather and my sister to join me on a tricycle ride. At first they don't want to, but they enjoy it as soon as we get going.
  
  I like my subconscious idea about an open bedroom in nature. The situation must have been from a few years ago, because my sister was still a child in the dream, while she is older IWL.
  
  
• I am with a guy from my secondary school. We are at some kind of meeting and we have to present something. The projector is directed onto a small family house, so that the wall becomes the screen. There is a lot of text projected on the wall and my friend tries to correct the position of the text so that it is readable and does not overlap with the windows of the house. The content of the text seems irrelevant, it is all about the position and layout. So my friend talks while editing the text. Finally it is all arranged and readable for everyone, the text is concentrated on the outer wooden balks of the house and between the windows.
  Suddenly the projector swings around and makes all neighboring houses to one big screen. Now there is weird text projected on their walls, containing nonsensical and even insulting phrases.
  
  Haven't seen that guy for some years and suddenly we make a presentation on a house wall. Dream world, you can be very inventive...
  
  
• I am working in a big warehouse. I have a cigarette pause outside behind the warehouse and as I go back inside, I see all my stuff from my pockets lying on the ground. There is chewing gum, my phone, my wallet and my keys. I wonder how it came to lie there, but I don't worry about it and just pick it up again. Then I see one of my colleagues coming towards me and I hold the door for him. He seems to be in a very good mood and then he asks 'hey, have you ever called an ambulance?'. I say 'yes, why?' and he says 'hey you gotta try it, please call an ambulance now, just for the fun of it!', he smiles. I find it is a very stupid idea and I explain that I don't want to and I try to convince him that he shouldn't do it either. His mood drops as he realizes that there is nothing funny about it.
  I am in a little room, right beside the big hall of the warehouse. There are several black garbage bins. As I open the lids, I see that they are all sealed with an extra wooden lid, which cannot be opened.
  
  I used to have a job in the warehouse four years ago and have not been there since then. So this situation must be from some years in the past, but it didn't seem nonsensical for my dream logic at all. I guess time works differently in dreams and they can span many years into the past and are not particularly bound to the current life situation.
  
  
• There is a big footrace. Many people I know are around, they are from all kinds of friend groups and cliques I know, all mixed up. I want to participate in the race and I try to convince all the others to join me. Most of them don't really want to, but some of them are already among the runners and the race starts. I say screw it and begin to run after them, even though they already have a head start. I run past some friends who don't want to participate and I show them my middle finger while smiling. The route has many small curves and is wound around small flower beds. At one point it goes like an 8-shape, and the runners paths cross each other. When I come to the crossing point, I almost crash frontally and with full speed into one of my friends. We go aside the running track and laugh about it, 'imagine if we had really run into each other'. We laugh so hard that we can barely breathe. Then we slowly start running after the others again, while still laughing.
  
  Hmm many dreams about running recently... Maybe I should do more of it? Maybe it can become a dream sign?
  
  
• I sit at a table in a small room together with 5 other people. I know the guy to the right of me, he is a friend, but I have never seen the others. It is some kind of secret club or organisation and apparently I'm the new one. My dream memory tells me that I have been in the rival group previously, but that I am happy to be in this one now. We drink beer and wait for the 'leader'. As he arrives, he welcomes us all and gives free beer for everyone. I take a sip of it, but then one of the others whispers that we should wait with that a bit. Then my bottle falls to the ground by my friends accident, the others look irritated at us. The 'leader' explains something on a blackboard. Suddenly I see a flash of lightning on the blackboard, it is more like a chalk drawing of lightning, but it is dynamical like a normal lightning bolt. I try to explain to the others what I just saw and they smile, saying 'yeah, you will see more awesome things like that from here on!'
  
  Dunno what to say about this one. Well, didn't see that one coming at least.

My dream recall is quite good now, considering that I had zero recall of any dreams only a couple of months ago. Quitting regular cannabis consumption does indeed enrich the dream world very much. I'm still lacking a suitable LD induction technique, but I'm working on that.

I barely got any sleep last night, so I didn't get up until 3:47 p.m. I don't remember anything save for that my mother and baby brother may have been involved.

Before I went to bed, I almost got an FILD again. I felt the weightlessness.

Dream 1

I'm in the side yard at my old house. Two other people are here: a boy and a girl. I'm picking some 'vegetables' off of a vine while they watch. These 'vegetables' just look like maroon potatoes. They tell me to be very careful with these since they'll be going to some rich people.

Dream 2 (fragment)

I see a large, glass display case. It's cylindrical at the bottom but rounded off like the top of an egg. The few shelves inside are full of plates of all kinds of chocolate cake. They're all labeled, decorated, and incredibly delicious looking.

Dream 3 (fragment)

I make a chocolate cake and eat it all out of the pan.

Dream 4

I'm in Sacramento with my mom and sister. We're at a restaurant (by the water?). I really enjoy the presence of out waitress and want her to come home with us when we have to leave. I want to at least leave her a tip, but can't find any 5's or 1's when I look in my wallet. I do notice that all the bills have 'God' crossed off on the back.
When we get home, we watch a music video on the tv. It shows a scene scene of some old ladies sitting in a line and moving to the music.

I realized how stupid it is to not write down the "bad" dreams, when they're equally important in my development. Maybe more important; the things that are the hardest to unravel, the things that generate the most resistance, usually have a bigger payoff when you follow them through.

Not much happened last night, I slept until 8 in the morning when the light started coming through the window and then went back to sleep until 10. Had some various fragments, only one that I remember well.

There is a fair of some sorts, a gathering of people. It's like the Pride parade, except we are in a conservative place. (It's funny how I had fully forgotten about this other dream until I went to write the other down.) My family is there, Mom, Dad, sister. I walk around and around in a loop, trying to see what's going on, but also not really looking at the big crowds of people. We're all on a hill. I walk around barefoot, and I have to avoid the spiky plants and dead grass on the ground. The climate is dry and dirty. I am constantly looking for a place to sit down, walking in circles, but there are no chairs or anything. I see that my sister and others have dug big holes into the ground, which is sandy like the beach. They're sitting in them, in little hollows. I finally plop down too.

People speak around me, the peanut gallery. "It's amazing... the people are coming together." They march on down the hill, from where they were sitting on top before, and come through the main gate of the place. Outside the gate, more people are stacked. It's almost like a rally race, where the sides of the race are just people, forming a fence with their bodies. A big, janky-looking truck with metal girders running along the top of it barrels down the hill, honking. People cheer, and he screams around the corner past the gate, rounding it and passing out of view. The procession continues behind him.

The mood of this dream is odd. Everybody is very proud of themselves, yet there's a feeling of hostility in the air. Maybe this is just what people have to do sometimes.

Another: I'm hiking in the hills with my dad. Everything is very clear--we came up the road leading into the green hills, which continue up into bigger mountains. There are buildings sparsely located around us, some this way, some that way. He points out to me the directions--this is over here, that's over there. Baja (the dog!) is following us, but eventually she can't keep up. (Someone actually let her into the room I was sleeping in right before I had this dream, so that could be a reason why she showed up.) I point this out to my dad, who says "Baja is the least of my worries right now." Eventually she comes back to us.

As I get some momentum going up the hill, he pauses in pain. "My knee..." Oh, yeah. He bends down to shake it out a little bit, then we keep on. The street is almost like Western, in Santa Cruz. We can see down to the left of us a valley full of greenery, and the setting sun hits it in a beautiful golden way. We start down a side path, and my dad takes off his shoes. His Keen sandals, to be exact . He wants to go barefoot so he can "dig in" a little bit better. I don't have much problem with this terrain, but I wonder about him. Our ultimate goal was to make it up into the mountains, where there are clouds darkening the summit. It fades into obscurity because it's so far away. I don't know what's causing the darkness, maybe it's the night coming on or maybe it's just a different kind of place.

At any rate, soon after we start going down the side path, the dream fades.



On a related note I still really like the routine of waking up in the morning, drinking a cup of tea, and writing down my dreams. Seems healthy, and it gets me up and about at any rate.
Til next time.

7/6/13

Last night bed 12:30am - 5;55am

Tried to WILD around 9, but I had to get up.

Then layed down again on sofa and listened to the Introduction and first track Survey of the Body. It's a guided simple breathing with goal of taking me to the quiet place. There is also 10 min silence and after that you are quickly guided back.

I actually fell asleep very quickly, while fully consious. I only knew I'm asleep from the way how I hear my breathing. It didn't hear it through my ears anymore, but from within me. But every other sound, like traffic, was coming in loud and clear.

I have experienced this before when WILDing. It's not a deep sleep yet, just the first stages. Yoga Nidra is about allowing me to fall asleep fast into the very deep stage of sleep with Delta waves (NREM), while staying fully consious. Like WILDing takes me into REM while consious.

There is 3 more tracks on the CD.

1. Introduction
2. Survey of the body
3. 61-point relaxation
4. Ascending breath
5. Yoga Nidra

I also bought a track for 30 min meditation.