I apologize for not being current with my entries, but the truth is, I haven't had any dreams recollections except for mathematical dreams, Many, many numbers. It's not like I love math or good at it, but the fact is, I started my new semester in college and I am forcing 6 weeks of algebra down my throat has a tendency to play a big effect on my mind. I haven't been recalling my dreams as much, because of the lateness of getting to sleep, and the rushing to get up and ready for my class. I see numbers in my mind as I am drifting off to sleep and the next thing I am recalling is 5x+43=2x-9 or S=PRT solve for R it's a nightmare. Hopefully since the weekend is approaching I will be able to have a more enjoyable sleep where I am able to recall what my subconscious is telling me. My subconscious is obviously screaming at me about x, y, and z,, but beyond that I want to explore what really lies beyond the variables and exponents. And I just want to be able to blink without it hurting.
So.. I'm still setting my alarm clock for 3:30 am and 5:45 am. I slept through 3:30 and when the 5:45 went off it woke me from this dream. I wrote it down and when I tried to WILD I couldn't fall asleep so I just got up for the day. I don't know what to do because I want to record my dreams right after I wake, no matter the time, but I don't want to not be able to fall back asleep. I was at a Culvers/gas station with Niki. I stood in line and got up to the counter ready to order two slices of cheescake for $8.59(something). The guy at the counter told Niki to go get milk from the stock room, so she left to do that. Apparently I looked sad because the guy at the counter asked me what's wrong. Niki had gotten the milk and was staring at us. "Why aren't you putting the milk away?" he asked her. She got to work, even though she didn't work there. I got my debit card out to pay and was trying to hand the card over but the guy got distracted. More people came in and went to the checkout counter that had about 5 crew members. The store was very highly rated because of the customer service. One guy came in and the only person open was the guy who was supposed to be checking me out. He tried to approach him but the counter guy said "sorry, I'm busy." He went away. I was waiting in line again. Finally the guy got back to me and asked me what the price of the cheesecake was. I said I didn't know, around 8-something. "7.33" he said. Odd. Before I could pay he got out two beaten up very old looking books. They were supposedly from 2007 but I looked at the bottom and printed in black was "1987" but someone had crossed off that date and written "1997." They guy took the books and sat down by Niki and I at a table. "What's wrong Laura?" he asked me, in a friendly, caring voice. "Nothing," I said. He went on to look up something in the book and found it. He said something like, "these books are so useless and old they should be burned." Niki laughed. I had my head down resting on a yellow folder on the table. I didn't mean to look sad but the more he tried comforting me the sadder I felt. He stopped what he was doing and I thought he was getting up to leave but, to my surprise, he hugged me. It was really nice of him.
What... the HELL just happened. MEMORABLE Length: ~1 hour Type: ? It started with me talking to my friend from High School. We were talking about lucid dreaming stuff. We then sat down next to each other and fell asleep. Then I was in (what I thought was) his dream. It was him on a raft, then he flipped around and jumped into the sea. This happened over and over. I asked him why, and he said he didn't know. He started showing me the way of his dreams, like why he started dreaming, what he hopes to do, blah, blah. *Cut! Next scene...* It looked like a line for a popular ride at an amusement park. People were lined up in a line. I then realized why I was here. I jumped around screaming I'm in a dream! Surprisingly this didn't cause any distortion in the dream. (Maybe because it wasn't mine in the first place, but how could that be, the first dream was mine, that's the dream this dream is inside of?) I did all the reality checks I could remember and they all worked like a charm. We were climbing up a hill on the side of a beach, when I asked him why he dreamed the same place over and over. He told me that it looked just like the posters on his room. He couldn't help it. Dream ended. Really, I have no idea. But I'm starting a thread on this to see what everyone else thinks. Sweet dreams.
Operation Homicide is a series of my dreams where I take on the character of Bad-Ass McCoy, and kick ass. Whether it be random villains or Albanian drug lords, Bad-Ass can handle it all. So get your guns ready, cock 'em, and hand 'em over, because I'm about to do all the shooting. Level of Lucidity: 9 Level of Clarity: 5 Level of Realism: 6 (levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme) Method: WILD/WBTB WBTB Time: 6:25 AM - Stayed awake for 20 minutes - Using smart alarm to subtly start the alarm, then progressively increase the volume. Operation Homicide Ep. 102: I was laying in bed after my WBTB and trying to keep still and relaxed. I couldn't help but move a couple of times to stay comfortable, and eventually simply rolled onto my side. After laying there for a little while I felt myself slipping into sleep. I was very aware of myself and of the fact I was trying to perform a WBTB WILD. As I was laying there about to fall asleep I heard the most TERRIBLE noise in the world! It was such a loud screeching I thought I was about to break my ear drums. It sounded like my grandmother was being torn apart by a pack of wolves, and I literally had that thought go through my mind. This of course was just my imagination and fear getting the better of me. I remembered reading a thread on DV about hearing this sound that sounded like the fibers of the universe were ripping, and that's EXACTLY what it sounded like. It took everything I had not to throw my hands up to my ears to cover them. Each time I heard it I started yelling. The first few times that I felt these waves of sounds coming I kept yelling and I kept snapping back to reality saying that it's just part of the WILD process, and to stay calm, I'm entering the dream, but they never seemed to end. After about 5x of listening to this hell, I finally hit the big one and it felt like I was falling at a very high rate down a worm hole. I watch "Through The Wormhole With Morgan Freeman" all the time, which is a show about space time and how space and the universe work, and black holes and wormholes, and I literally saw, felt, and thought that the Earth had been swallowed by either a black hole, or a wormhole and was seeing the last seconds of my life. I quickly thought to myself "Wait! I must be dreaming!" even though I wasn't fully asleep yet... as soon as that happened I snapped awake and sat up in my bed. I heard a knock at the door, and figured my grandma in the next room heard me yelling, I told her to come inside. I kept looking down at my sheets and had the idea to RC just to make sure it's not a false awakening. I tried the finger through hand thing, and the RC failed, my finger wouldn't go through. It was my uncle who walked in my room, not grandmother. He walked over to my dresser and kind of stood there awkwardly. He started talking but I couldn't hear him. I asked him to speak up. I had a bit of a small realization... my uncle usually talks with a loud voice, this is strange. Suddenly he starts shouting as loud as he possibly can and black smoke surrounds him and he is about 7' tall! Scared out of my mind, I remembered reading right before my WBTB that this guy entered a FA and realized it after he did multiple RC's, because the finger through palm method didn't work, but the nose plug technique did. I did the nose plug, and had to try for a few seconds and REALLY focus on what was happening in my nose, which was hard with a 7' demon standing in front of me. Suddenly it hit me! I'M ASLEEP! I remembered something I had read about dream control, and shouted "THIS IS MY DREAM!" He didn't seem affected. I tried shouting it again, no result. I knew not to be afraid of him, but naturally was a little intimidated by the looming dark presence. I closed my eyes and shouted "BE GONE!!" When I opened them he was gone. I stood up and looked around. I suddenly heard my grandma talking, but I realized it's in real life, talking to my grandfather, so I quickly and calmly jumped into my bed, laid down, and prepared for a DEILD. Success! I DEILD'ed and when I opened my eyes I was in a warehouse of sorts. The warehouse had furniture around it, and had pictures on the walls, and a large garage that opened. It seemed kinda like a hipster lounge and I was just chilling there. There was a large opening in the wall, probably for driving cars to the back of the warehouse, and I walked through it. The dream gets very fuzzy from here, because I had a couple more dreams after this one. I remember standing in the warehouse and looking around. I thought "Wow.. I'm really thirsty..." and walked over to where a wall was. There was someone else there and he seemed to be my friend, so I just went with the flow. I stood next to the wall and looked at the lower part of the wall about a foot off the ground. In my mind I imagined a small spout coming out of the wall like you'd use to attach a hose. Just as I pictured it sliding out of the wall, a guy walked up behind us with a hose in his hands, and offered it to us. Funny how my mind doesn't work JUST the way I want it, but it still gets the job done. I thought to myself "What do I want to do...?" Then I remembered a dream series I started a couple of nights ago about a loose canon justifier named Bad-Ass McCoy. So I said "Ok, Bad-Ass, let's kick some ass." I briefly thought of the TOTM to go para-sailing over the ocean, but thought "Eh, fuck it." The rest of the dream is kind of fuzzy and skips around a lot unfortunately. But after all, this is my FIRST WILD ever! So I'm pleased with the fact I remained lucid for at least a bit. I remember a few times I could hear someone talking... and then I realized it's my grandmother in the other room talking to my grandfather, who is very hard at hearing, so she was in a sense shouting at him. I remembered what I had read, and stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands together. A couple of times I took a look at my hands to check how many fingers I had. I got a VERY creepy and strange feeling when I looked at my hands that SNAPPED me back into the dream. (I had 6 fingers, and sometimes 5) I vaguely remember that at one point I had a gun, and was just about to go on Homicide Duty... but I felt myself start to wake up so I laid down and waiting with my eyes closed so I could continue in a DEILD. When I opened my eyes I was in a fancy cabana type place, and had a look around, then lost all lucidity and it turned into a normal dream. (To read more about this "cabana type" dream, check out my dream journal, it will be a separate entry.)
Updated 06-22-2013 at 05:28 AM by 63661
Introductory Note Today is June 21, so a month ago I started trying to have lucid dreams and so far improved a lot, I am motivated because I recently had 4 lucid dreams (5 with the dream that I describe here today), DV helped me a lot to achieve results and for that i say thank you. Today i went to bet at 22:30 , so i naturally wake up for the WBTB at 2:50 as usual i right down my dream , i go to the bathroom and I was really thirsty so i went to the kitchen to have a glass of water then i went to bed to try WILDing. I do my usual routine , i layed on my back and started counting my breaths as i visualize the numbers for some reason was being really hard for me to focus . That position was getting really uncomfortable so i roll over to my side. At this point i was focussing in my breathing only , a little while later i fell asleep, in my opinion this happened because i was to tired . Dream I'm in the back of a big truck, is like a parade truck so i can see the street , the buildings and people watching . I feel the presence of someone on my side but i don't remember who it was ... suddenly a man appears from nowhere in the middle of the street and gets hit by the truck. I look back and i see the man in the floor full of blood, i jump of the truck but when i do I'm already to far away... i start getting back but I lost myself and without knowing i went to a friends house , i borrow his car so i can go look for the guy who was hit by the truck (i was very motivated on finding him), i start driving and i end up in a gasoline station. Suddenly i get lucid ,my awareness hits me in the face like a punch, i think about doing a RC but the dream starts fading...I'm very quick , i start rubbing my hands and screaming " DREEEEAM GET VIVID!!!". It works perfectly , the dream gets really stable so i look around and i see i pretty girl ... i go talk to her but she panics and a lot of people starts attacking me, the dream starts fading again and i wake up. After this i try to DEILD but i'm to green at it so i failed .
Ok I had a dream when I was about 14 that I can still remember to this day, I'm 27, female. It must mean something, what that is, I have no idea. So I suppose i'll just tell you about it, maybe someone here can make sence of it and why it has stuck with me for so long. Ok so in this dream I was on a beach with my mother and grandmother, the tide was comming in really quick, and they were folding and sorting washing, trying to get it ready before the tide came in. I was standing there watching, but I was hoping they would get the washing done in time so it didn't get wet. Then I look out to the ocean and this giant rushing cylinder coloured bright orange and made of water comes up out of the water, reaching right up past the clouds. This is the point where I start freaking out and all I can hear is this deafening rushing of water. The sky goes all dark and theres lightning, I look to my mother and she's walking towards this cylinder that has come closer to the shore. I'm screaming MUM! don't go near it! Then everything goes dark and silent. I feel myself being compressed smaller and smaller, I feel really heavy but like a ball of solid....energy. I'm floating in the darkness and I hear whispering all around me, I can't make out what they are saying. In my mind I was thinking I'm dead.....this is what happens when you die. The thing that sticks out most to me is becoming this orb or ball or whatever, I felt so compressed and small but really heavy. I think I had a dream about dying...not my actual death....but maybe my curiosity about death created something like this.....any thoughts on this would be really appreciated. Thank you.
Bedtime: 12:10 Aids: B6 WBTB: 5:00 Recall: Medium Vividness: Medium Awesome Factor: Low Dream 1 (fragment): I was at a store with Aunt H. There were quite a few earrings lying amongst other things. I found a pair I liked, but then lost them. Aunt had also picked some out. Dream 2 (post-WBTB):I was at the performance of a play I was assistant director for. I'm not sure if it was the same one I'd been involved in earlier this year, but I think it was mostly the same people. The director of my last film was there, and I was angry that he still hasn't sent me a copy of the film but he had time to attend events. Snoopy was there, too, but he looked more like a real dog than himself, and past director was very interested and taking photos. I think he was currently working on something Peanuts related.
The only thing I really remember about this dream is putting away milk after shopping in my dream. I put a bottle of milk into the fridge, on its own in the door, then turned away to pick something else up. When I looked back, the milk bottle I'd put in the fridge had been opened and some of the milk was gone, and next to it was the previous week's milk, almost empty. Random and... gotta admit, kinda boring for a dream!!
This one's going to be a little shorter simply because it was harder to get to my computer to start writing. But anywho, I remember something, so I might as well write something. Basically, all I can recall is walking along a snow path. I was armed with something, I know that much. It was probably a sword, but I can't remember for sure. Anyway, it was snowing lightly, but the snow path was narrow. If I'm remembering correctly, the snow path was more like a bridge crossing some kind of gap... but at the same time I distinctly remember being up in some mountains. Or maybe that's just me making up shit? Either way, I continued up until I came to this... I don't know whether to call it a large cabin... a castle... I'll call it a hall for now. Anyway, I walked inside, and I knew I had to get something. Not sure what, but I didn't have that much time to look simply because I was attacked by some kind of goblin thing. It might have been another creature but... I suppose it's the only way I can describe it. It had animal skin armor, and it was green... so god damn it I'm going to call it a goblin. Unsurprisingly, I beat it's shit. After that I think I just left... I don't even think I took anything (or maybe I did, and I just don't remember). Consistency when I found myself moving down... or rather up the snow path again. After that it's a blur, because next thing I knew, I was extremely sad. Like... I associate this sadness to the thought of my parents dying or something horrible like that. I remember this because... well, I wasn't sure if I was awake or not for sure, but I started holding Apollo for comfort. My other tulpalamas also asking what was wrong... I didn't answer, given the fact I went back to sleep. I believe I had another dream, but I can't remember what it was. Perhaps that was them in the dream, perhaps it wasn't... but whatever. I'm going to attempt to do some legitimate research over the site in order to make larger strides toward lucid dreaming. As of now, the only things I've been doing is keeping an alarm that plays loudly and hourly to get my mind used to asking if I'm dreaming. Also the hands thing and the mantra. But yeah. Enough from my mouth.
I have to stop going to bed so late. I had a lucid last night and almost forgot it. Anyway, my recall is a little fuzzy, but I remember at some point performing a breathing RC to start my lucidity. I used voice comands for "clarity" and "stabalize". I'm not sure if clarity worked, but stabalize did. I then grabbed on to something and told myself "this dream won't end until I want it to end." I remember trying to float, and failing. So I then tried to fly. I ran, jumped, flapped my arms once and took off a little, but soon came crashing back to the ground. I then told myself "this is a dream, I can fly just fine". I ran, jumped and took of this time, flapping my arms to rise, then gliding, diving, and pulling up like a falcoln. Thats all I can remember.
Didn't recalled anything from a nap, i guess bad timing or something.
Dream fragment 1: I was standing in a bathroom with a group of people. One guy was obese. We were trying to figure out how everyone could fit into the bath tub. My brother got in. Then everyone else jumped in. I didn't want to take a bath with my brother (LOL). So I left to grab towels. Dream fragment 2: Sitting in a crowded sports arena with a bunch of tall athletes. There was a small dispute about seats. I thought a guy on my row was a jerk. Semi-lucid/lucid dream: A guy and I were playing some kind of cat and mouse game with a murderous, female automaton. We chased her then she chased us. At one point she had us trapped in a motel room. The windows were too high and narrow to slide through easily. We were sitting ducks. The anxiety and fear woke me up. I just laid there wondering how the hell I could fix this dream so it wouldn't bother me later. I've been rereading Frank Kepple and Robert Monroe and thought phasing might help me in my dream situation. While I thought of ways to escape the automaton my dream started again. I was back in the room with my friend. Only this time I wasn't scared. I forget the details of my first attempt at phasing. But the second attempt involved switching to a higher dimension. That way I could walk through the wall and/or see through it. The automaton would be unaware as she would not be able to perceive it/me.
A major recurring theme in my early teenage years was of being in school but also being hidden inside a large cardboard box (I was not a shy person in real life, though, but in my dreams these were grades that were still a few years off yet, such as grades nine or ten in the high school). Sometimes the box had a small rectangular window (perhaps inspired by the “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” episode of “The Outer Limits” I saw at a very early age), but other times, no way to see out. Some recurring events were: Being a “hero” by somehow stopping a crime in the school but still being inside the box the whole time - and no one knowing what I looked like. In some cases, this was a bully, in other cases, an adult robber (but why would anyone rob a school - with no larger amounts of money in a safe, as a robber claimed in one version of my dream). Playing harmless practical jokes on the teacher by acts such as taking a stapler from her desk and her not knowing there was someone inside the box, which, I think in most cases, was for a large air conditioner or some such. Somehow kissing a girl (including on the legs) without her understanding that there was a person inside the box. Falling out a second or third-floor window yet not getting hurt. In most cases, the box somehow kept its rectangular shape even though it was not that thick. These dreams mostly stopped when I actually was in the higher grades at school.
Morning of June 21, 2013. Friday. Here are a couple dreams of the same date with a few different scenes. There is a flood again, but the water comes mostly from large tidal waves that somehow move more inland. Some people are looking for survivors as there is still a danger from more flooding. There is a strange scene of riding the fast, powerful waves just to get to another area, perhaps to our house, as I was getting my youngest son and oldest daughter from some sort of group meeting or visit in a building from a room that was a bit like my old apartment on King Street. A woman is looking for her young daughter of about four or five years and I help a few people dig through the mud near a curb. She was trapped under a lot of mud near the curb and must have somehow gone through the storm drain, which is also filled with mud, and yet she is somehow still alive. However, it would be impossible in real life to take pieces out of the street and sidewalk so easily, although it is broken up a bit in my dream. The girl’s breathing makes bubbles come up through the mud and a thinner layer of water over the mud. Also, it seems there are several storm drain chimney-like sections very close together. In another dream, I have my old snub-nosed revolver and end up protecting a few people from another person who has a gun, but who sort of becomes a friend. This was probably heavily influenced by a two-part episode of “Deep Space Nine” I had just seen (“Past Tense” parts 1 and 2). There is trouble with another person who seems to be a threat to the area, but then Superman arrives (I have not seen the new “Superman” movie yet - “Man of Steel” - but may in a few years - also really tired of hearing the word “reboot”, which is mindless, way overused “trendspeak”). There are about five repeating “takes” in a row in this dream that are mostly the same. I shoot Superman on the right side of his stomach, and he seems surprised and is badly injured (but not dead). People are amazed. All I did was use a Kryptonite bullet, which anyone could do, really. I have tentatively decided to classify part of this as precognitive (I never do this unless it is verified with at least a few details involved, but this still happens continuously and has since earliest memory), as my young niece in the USA had to drive through flood waters around the time I was dreaming this - around the same streets as in this dream - and I last saw her in real life when she was very young. Could be coincidence in this case, though, as floods are a fairly common theme, both precognitive and somewhat symbolic, perhaps. However, almost all my dreams contain at least a few clearer implied precognitive elements of one kind or another.
Updated 12-04-2016 at 08:54 AM by 1390
June 20-21 8:45pm 11:15 some fragment about dreamviews. Don't remember what about, but the post was by Sageous 5:00am Dream 1: Luckily not my job I was working in some company in an executive level position. I then was offered participation in a project that looked very promising. I at first accepted. Then a senior level executive asked for my involvement in a project that would have been a conflict of interest. I realized that I could not say no, but that I could not remain honest and agree. I started the paperwork to quit the job, filed a notice, but it had to go to the man who had put me in this difficult position for approval, and approval was being delayed. While at the cafeteria I was approached first by the wife and then by her husband who both worked for this company, and was told to make sure to involve the husband in this promising project I had been offered, and then I was shown a photo of my sleeping younger son: it was a threat, do this or else. They said, that I was in an enviable position. I differed but did not tell them. I went to the secretary if the executive to whom I had filed my notice, and asked for the notice to be put on hold. I then went either to the auditors or to law enforcement with a list of approximate times and places during which some inappropriate incident had occurred, and I suggested that they pull security camera footage for that time. I thought that once all was done there would be at least six people exposed. Could these auditors or law enforcement keep me and my son safe? I sure hoped so. I felt I had no choice, this was the only thing I could do. I woke up while they were showing the security camera footage to everyone assembled. 6:30 Dream 2: My job but not my office - wish file copy were as fast as a ninja A tech support person was moving files on C drive of server because it would run out of space. I had not realized that he was doing it, but was on a conference call with him and several others anyway. Someone asked "But would this prevent Outlook from working on the server?" His reply "I didn't know it needed to work there." In reality it does not, but in my dream I said "I use it there all the time." He started shuffling things some more to make this to work. I could see his actions on my screen. There was also a message box informing me that the tech was logged in and working. It said his name was Rory (like in Dr. Who TV series), it had an anime avatar showing for him, and a button allowing one to enter chat with him labelled "Ask Question". A coworker who walked by and glanced on screen and saw how fast things were moving (unrealistically fast), remarked "He is as fast as a ninja." I agreed. One other thing that was different than in reality was the office layout which was very open, with this monitor clearly set up to be visible by anyone passing by, and it was all in a large open space unlike my real office.
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