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Level of Lucidity: 7
Level of Clarity: 9
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

I am laying down taking a nap because I am a bit tired. I can't really call this a full on lucid dream, because I never FULLY hit the dream state, I am in the void. I am having powerful visualizations of standing in a boxing ring. I keep using the MILD technique to remind myself that I am now in a dream and becoming lucid. I look to my left and notice that there's a black guy with a small afro and beard. He looks like the kind of guy you'd expect to find at the gym back in the 80's.

He looked similar to Michael Dokes, but with slightly shorter, curlier hair, and an 80's style mustache.



He's standing in place, and punching the air, alternating between fists that move forward. I continue with my mnemonics, saying "I am now lucid in my dream". I find that by looking to my left, the dream state becomes more stable. I begin to alternate looking left and right. I look left just as the boxer punches with his left fist, I look right just as he punches with his right fist. We are in sync.

I turn slightly to my right, and the boxer walks up behind me, and begins to do his punching exercise with my head in between his arms. His fists pump one after another past my face, and I remember my All Day Awareness mental training. I begin to notice the small breeze of wind that hits my face as his fist flies past. I begin to look left when his left fist moves forward, then right with his right fist. We get in sync again.

This lasts for about 3 minutes, as I continue my mnemonics, slowly forgetting to continue them here and there.

I was unconscious to the world around me in the waking state, but my grandfather walked into the room and said something, which woke me. I awoke feeling extremely refreshed, but at the same time wanting to go back to sleep.

I stayed up because I had things to do.

This is written down from the first dream that i have remembered since i started here at DV.

Ps. DONT ask me where the heck these words come from

"Sausage, Truls, Neighbour had a house looking like a train-wagon and Steffen lived there. Dad asks me if ive gotten the last test results from school."

Sausage, I remember writing down because I told my parants I wanted to go buy a hotdog!
Truls is a friend of mine that I just remember popping in my dream somwhere, and that
"train-wagon" is like this "Bybanen" in Bergen:



So much for my first dream! Cheers!

Non LD
Started out in this took seemed like we were in this huge jungle but it was a very old stone building there were about 5 other people in the room and then there was this pot with green flowers in them and they were kind of big and really slimy then one girl chose a flower then it started to disintegrate and then this black hole thing appeared then she was like controlling it or something and I was like, what the heck is going on, then I wentaahead and chose a flower then it started to vanish and this belt thing appeared on my right bicep and it wrapped around my arm and I was super tight and hurt for a lttile then my arm started moving up and down, so I was suppose to move my arm up and down so then my bicep would be bigger, then some more people chose but I couldn't tell what was happening to their flowers, and then I was walking around until I walked through a few floors and saw large rooms with people and each gender was seperated and they were all wearing green suits or outfits, and they were all looking at me weird then I was in the main floor and I think the dream just kind of faded away

I'm on Park street, and there's a festival of some sort. There is a group of people doing slacklining/acroyoga/barstarzz, I don't know, for a talent show. I go up there and do my own routine, swinging around on one arm. When I'm done I grab the rafters and swing around like a monkey, transitioning from the pull up bar. There is another girl who does it. We give each other looks, make eye contact.

I'm at a bench, at this point. I have four hot chocolates that I'm pouring from a spout coming out of the table. They're in a tray, but some of the cups in the tray have tears in them, so it leaks through. I realize that I can bring these back to my dad and my family at Austin's house. I have a juicy drink and some candy. She comes up to me, and I ask "So, how long have you been slacklining?" We talk a little bit, and I spill the drinks. "Well, I work at Peet's, so I got these for free."

I am in the desert next. The setting was taken from a commercial for Man vs. Wild / Survivorman, where he loses he shit in the desert. Ingenuity displayed by laying his pitchfork down in the water, so lightning will strike it during a storm, and he'll be safe. Desperation when he chases off a group of two other desert faring men with a musket. "PARDON ME!!!" He runs up behind them but then they turn the situation around on him, pointing their gun at him, forcing him away and on the ground, taking his gun, then running off. So now I am in the desert, with a group of other people. There's a big projector screen of some sort, very vague. I look to the right; there is a girl with no top on complaining to her friends about her body. "It's too... feminine," pointing at her hips. I try to sneak a look at her breasts. Next time I look, she is still conversing, but has covered up a bit with her bra, which she is holding close to her.

I'm sitting in a chill position, watching the screen. I look next to me. "...Slackline girl?" It is. I recognized her eyes, her nose. Waves of satisfaction and recognition and calmness. She is stretching. "Do you do yoga too?" Yes. I do it every night. It's so important, I say, to get to know your own body, to know yourself. Otherwise you end up like her. I point to the girl expressing her insecurities to her friends. Everything is so quiet. The stars are out in the desert. Every time I move around, I can hear tiny cherry tomatoes buried in the sand squish and pop. These tomatoes are endemic to the desert; they grow underground. I breathe, I listen, and I can feel the tiny little bits of resistance give way when they pop open.

We are driving back, to the corner of Otis and Pearl. My friends get out and hit the ground running, since they have to catch a bus at the corner. I pull around to the left, parking the Prius. I'm worried about a street sweeping sign, which should be fine. I'm worried about my parking job, readjusting it two or three times. I look and see that a car has done a horrible job, going into the grass and leaving white dirty residue everywhere, but this isn't my car. Paul comes up; he has parked too. Cops pull up behind him. After a brief chat they roll up to me. I wave and get their attention. "Excuse me!" They roll down the window. "Do I have to worry about street sweeping? Am I good?" They smile, everything is OK. Very friendly interaction. We're all good.

Very nice dream.

I had a 7 hour flight starting at 9 in the evening.

Had a 2 hour nap when I got home, I dreamed something but I didn't remember what it was

fragments:
Light shades of colour, maybe some buttons.

Every time I started to feel the vibes I fought the urge to swallow the more I fought it the stronger the vibes got but then it was as if my body couldent resist and I would swallow without thinking about it. This took away all progress so I layed there paciently and this repeated 3 time then finally out of no were I was zooming down a road in "just my body" in the same position I was sitting on the chair in I instantly started to controls the speeds I when faster faster then slower after that I started to lose controls of the dream..... I awoke but layed there and went into another dream then backed out of that dream scene and layed there........ Then it was as if I was being electrocuted but no pain the vibs were intense and it was like someone was slowly turning up the volume on a radio and it felt as if I was going to slip off the chair I couldent relax I was to excited to feel this new feeling so I got up to text my buddy about what happen :-)

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #105: The Souvenir

I'm walking along the sidewalk of a street near the neighborhood where I grew up, contemplating a job opportunity. I've been offered a job as muscle in a mobster casino. The pay is less than what I'm making now but it's all "tax free", if you know what I mean. I feel like this is a strange thing to be thinking about, and when I also notice that gravity feels a bit different, I become lucid.

It's early morning and the sky hasn't hit full daylight yet. I decide to head for my childhood home, making my way quickly along the street by jumping along in 30-foot segments. I take a right, proceed for a bit, then a left, all along familiar roads. I know that my old home is just the next block over, so I fly over a couple of houses and land on the next street over.

My childhood home is here but it's different. It looks almost dilapidated and the windows are all dark. The parts of the house that were brick are all siding now. I prepare to go inside but then I stop myself. What am I looking for in there? I can't think of any reason to go inside.

I try to remember what I wanted out of this dream. I remember that I'm trying to meet Art at the Alamo. Then I remember how NyxCC teleported by turning a model of a scene into a true, immersive dream scene. I decide that I'll try conjuring a model of the Alamo and then attempt to teleport into it.

Reaching my hand behind my back, I imagine that there's a model of the Alamo sitting in it. But my mental image of what a "model of the Alamo" would look like is very vague and keeps changing. First it's a small ceramic, then it's a larger, hollow tin thing with no bottom and sharp edges, then it's tiny and solid stone. I check my hand but see nothing but an insubstantial outline that evaporates the moment that I look at it.

Okay, no good. Hand behind the back again, and this time I envision a ceramic souvenir, rough and unfinished on the bottom. I feel it taking shape but as I'm trying to focus, a strong wind picks up and tickles my hands and forearm. The souvenir disappears from my hand before I can look at it.

Frustrated, I gaze up at the sky. It's growing darker, like a storm's approaching. I think that this could be a fun time to try flying, but the dream ends before I get up into the air again.

I was flying around in an undefined spaceship and everything was much like in a X3 game. I went to a special sector where something interesting was said to happen and the whole sector was filled with fancy things like special shaped colorful moving micro-nebulas and a lot of things that behaved roughly like the physics in Antichamber. There also was this huge in weird colors glowing weapon flying around, close to one of the mentioned micro-nebulas. At some point I went to one of those chambers and then I was outside my ship (no special equipment needed), I and some other people where watching the everchanging effects until I started interfering with them, and then they took on more and more shape, until eventually a small keyboard appeared. I played on it and there were several distorted mirror like versions replicating the same accords that I played.
Eventually I got to see something hotel like and in perfect Antichamber manner just stepped into that place, it looked a little rustic. On the frame of the big entry door was a small sign with 4 words "X Club la Forge" (I don't remember what the X was, but I think it was 'To', as in 'To Club la Forge'). Somehow I was really hyped about that (La Forge by the way definitely refered to Geordy la Forge from Star Trek) so I went out and somehow had Data accompany me there, it were just a few meters. Something about Club la Forge made me realize I was dreaming, like "damn it's the Club la Forge, I must be dreaming!".
Inside I tried to start stabilizing softly with taking in all the details of my surroundings. I was at a table where a beautiful girl was sitting, maybe she was representing my girlfriend but I'm not sure. She tried to talk to me but I heard really loud music and couldn't hear anything else, then I just had the weird idea of taking my smartphone and turning down the volume, which surprisingly worked though not completely. She waved me to her so I brought my ear close to her and heard her talking, she said something about efficiency but neither do I remember what she said, nor did it make sense to me. Then I unfortunately already woke up.

This was my 60th lucid dream.

It's funny how every time im lucid, my mom appears as an evil entity.Ok, so here goes:I'm in a mall, with my mom and someoneelse. I quextion my reality for something i can't remember, and do the nose plug and palm RC's (i felt like when you wake up but the memories of the dream flood in) and my mom told me to fly to the roof. I did just for fun, and suddenly i was in my room, with no control over the dream. The door was locked, and it was dark. I saw my best friend, and, knowing who was coming, told him to RC. He didn't though, and someone was opening the door. My friend winked at me and vanished as (you'll laugh) my mom entered. Since she is an evil, nightmarish character in my lucids, i tried to fly away and create a gun, but she stole all control from me. I kicked her, and she died, but 10 more clones came. I killed them, but one of them was invincible. She kicked me and i felt pain. Scared, i yellef "WAKE UP!" and closed my eyes, then reopened them. I was at my bed, relieved, when i saw my dogs at the foot of my bed. I thought "Wait, my brown dog can't have gotten here, he's blind and he's never inside." At that moment, 3 more clones entered. I shut my eyes and reopened tnem again, and woke up. Did some RC's, then relaxed.How do i stop that entity? Every time i ask her why she is doing what she is doing or confront her, she kicks me, and i feel pain. Help!

Bedtime: 12:15
No WBTB - wanted to catch up on sleep
Bedtime: snack: goat cheese with garlic
Aids: garlic (above); low dose vitamin B complex
Recall: Low
Vividness: Medium
Awesome factor: Very low


Dream 1: I'm at my Grandma's house. Someone has given me two macaw-sized parrots, for whatever reason. I'm walking around outside with these parrots crawling all over me. My own parrots are inside the house, and Aunt H is there with her dogs so I'm worried they'll get eaten, but I can's go inside because of the birds I have on me.

Dream 2: I'm at what is probably supposed to be my parents country house, but doesn't look much like it. There's a storm coming. My cousin C is looking out of the window and he says something about a funnel. I take it to mean there's a tornado forming. I try to get everyone to go to the basement, but no one is listening (IWL I'd likely be the one looking out the window and not wanting to go downstairs). My cousin then goes outside...

Dream 3 (or possibly another fragment of dream 2): I'm in a house with a long dining room combined with a living room. The table is on the left side and a sofa on the right end. A bunch of my family members are there. I have this binder with very colorful, whacky hairpieces that I'm looking through. I take out one that has a mask attached. My goddaughter wants it so I let her have it, but later I want it back so I start looking for her. My cousin L, her mother, helps me but we can't find her.


Key emotions: worry, frustration

Such as6:15 7:26 11:11 1:11 2:12 7:17 etc in my dreams

Level of Lucidity: 0
Level of Clarity: 3
Level of Realism: 6
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Dream Fragment 1: I am shopping at Publix and approach the checkout isle. The lady behind the cash register asks if I have my alternate ID or my Publix rewards card. I say I have my alt ID number. Then I hear someone in real life talking in another room and wake up.

Dream Fragment 2: My dad has been asking me if his check from work has come in the mail lately (In waking life). In this dream fragment I was standing outside by the mailbox. It was extremely hot outside, but I didn't feel hot, I just knew it was hot. I went to the box even though the mail man hadn't come yet, and there was mail in the box. I pulled it out and held up a large birthday card sized envelope. It was white with a red bar across the top and bottom, kind of like a Netflix banner. Then the dream faded.

Dream Fragment 3: I'm in a yoga studio and there's a lady teaching yoga to another lady, of about age 21 or so. She's very attractive. The teacher then tells the student about the next move they'll be doing, which is basically doing a split, but instead of splitting with your feet moving further apart on the ground, they'll move apart in the air in front of her, and it'll be up to her to hold her legs up. She holds her legs up and spreads them as far as she can, revealing the most sexy cameltoe you can imagine. She looked at me seductively, and for some reason I literally said "ohhhhh ya! UGGGGH!" The "ohhhh ya!" was like a deep, black guy narrator kinda voice, and the UGH was like a tennis grunt that you would make on your final strike. Just as I made that UGH sound, an image of me on top of her thrusting popped up, and then I woke up. (Damnit...)

I drank a little too much last night and only remember this one dream. This is a really old dream sign of mine but I never seem to get it. The next time I dream about school I will know that I am dreaming!

I was in a class room taking a test and nothing on the paper made sense. (confusion)I got the feeling that I had dozed off when the teacher was giving the lesson. (FA?)The kids around me where whizzing through the questions like it was easy. I could only stare blankly at the paper not really comprehending the words on it. I felt really stupid and was panicking inside. I didn't want to ask the teacher for help because I felt so embarrassed. I could not believe he made us do this crazy test after the summer break. None of the other teachers did. (False memory)I spent a lot of time looking around, trying to reason this whole thing out until I woke up.

Last night, 6/15

Non-lucid, don't remember much, but setting was derived from middle school in Thief River Falls, but was different. Short, one-story, small, empty, square concrete school building with an outdoor pool on one side. Two poles with a human slingshot between on the other side to launch people into the pool. Gray in color, matching the cloudy skies. Skies are always cloudy in my dreams. Group of people (Kristi from Peru included) were using the slingshot. I was hesitant, as it looked as though it would fling me into the school building, but eventually I decided to do it. When I was flung out of it, I slowed down past the corner of the building in case I would hit it, but I didn't. (Moment of dream control? I think so.) Lazily flipped as speed returned past the building, landed in the pool. As in dream from two nights ago, while I was underwater I tried breathing in to increase buoyancy (had some cognitive dissonance about that as I was underwater but did it anyway.) Then panicked as I realized I just inhaled water, then was fine when I realized that I was asleep and breathing air. For a moment, I sat on the bottom of the pool, looking around breathing and then the dream stopped with my awareness of it.

Two nights ago, 6/14

Don't remember much, but was another flying dream. There are two types of flying dreams I have, but I only count one as a true flying dream. One is a "video game" flight dream, where I move freely through the air using WASD-and-mouse controls. This is usually just an extension of a dream taking place in a video game or something of the like, and the reality of the dream itself is suspended. Other type is actual flying, which involves effort of motion on my part, and usually takes the form of some sort of swimming motion or undulation to propel myself. Also, this type of flying frequently requires me to learn to become more agile. Initially I fly with great effort and slow speed, and then become more accustomed to my powers of flight and can bank and swoop with more ease. This dream was of the second sort.

Three nights ago, 6/13

Odd dream with a large wooden structure setting in the middle of a blue sunny ocean. Wooden structure seemed to be modeled after Minister's Treehouse stylings, which is where my dreams usually tend to go architecturally. Modern, rough wood forms with very open structure outside. Was video-game-flying in this one to work on aspects of the structure, Minecraft-style. Perhaps will call it Minecraft-flying. Was searching for things, playing a computer game with a spider character which was actually quite fun, but was only able to play for short bits at a time before plot kept pulling me away. Also, Usher song was played for me by someone, and I really liked it and was searching for a way to play it to listen to it. All that in accordance with the theme in my dreams of getting almost close enough to touch something but never quite there in a very Le Grand Meaulnes sense.

Had two LDs this morning, which is a first for me.

I woke up from the first at 6:35am. It started as a false awakening, but I noticed there were some cardboard boxes on my bed. This caused me to do a RC, and when I could breathe through my plugged nose I became lucid. The first thing I did was look at my hands, but I couldn't see them. I stared at where they should be, and eventually they materialized. After staring at them for a little while they became more clear. I put my hand on the side of the bed and tried to get up, but found myself laying flat on my back with the clarity fading. I looked at my hands again and tried to get up, but the same thing happened. This repeated for a while, each time getting a little further out of bed. I eventually stood up, but wound up back in bed, so I just gave up and teleported myself to the window.

I opened the window shade, and I was about 300 feet up in the sky, half over the ocean and half over a beach with a mountainous jungle in the background. I had wanted to fly in my next LD, so I guess this was a fly or die way to learn. I crawled halfway out the window, but felt the dream fading again so I grabbed the windowsill until the clarity came back. I then crawled all the way out and began to plummet. My stomach lurched like I was actually falling, but I was able to quiet it. I alternated between flying like superman, and falling to the ocean for a while, until I fell close to the surface. I pulled up at the last minute, weaving between wading people in a very uncontrolled flight (I was upside down half the time).

I ended up sliding into the beach near the waters edge. I tried to get up and walk, but I was too dizzy to stand. I ended up crawling up the beach (which was littered with flip flops, beach chairs, and people) towards a little girl sitting in a chair. I stopped and sat down just past her and tried practicing my telekinesis on an empty can. It started to wiggle, then I woke up.

I woke up from the second around 8:15am. This was a WILD actually induced by reading an article on Dream Views. I went in to the dream knowing I was dreaming, but I didn't try to control it. Instead, I tried to convince my girlfriend that we were in a dream. About halfway through, I started to doubt whether I was dreaming, so I tried my normal breathing RC, but it failed. So I tried the finger through hand RC for the first time in my dream and it worked, which felt a little weird. The only aspect I tried to control, was a wave that rushed towards me as I lounged out on the beach. I managed to project a force field around me for a second, but it quickly failed and the water rushed over me, waking me up. However, it was only a FA. I discussed the LD I just had with my girlfriend in the FA, then went back to sleep within the FA. From here, I actually managed to DIELD into another LD that lasted for a little while.

When I woke up for real, I realized I had just had a LD within a FA after a LD, and I had to pause and look around for Leonardo DiCaprio and Joseph Gordon Levitt because I could've sworn I was in Inception. Overall it was an interesting experience.