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How is everybody using their lucid dreaming practice during this pandemic? I have recently come up with a plan of action consisting of three steps:

1. Visit the world of Minecraft by plunging into the telly screen while my son plays the game.

2. Visit and explore Saturn's moon Titan and fly towards the Milky Way galaxy centre.

3. Summon Dean, a wise 'cave caretaker' I met in a previous lucid dream.

Here is the first lucid dream I had since writing down this plan:

Date: 17/12/2020
Method of entry: dream consciousness
Bedtime: 1am
Awakening: 6.45am
Return to bed: 7am
Awakening: 8.25am
Attempt: successful
Phase experience: Libby and Beano

REM sleep having returned to bed around 7am is characterised by vivid dreaming displaying cues about the illusory nature of my experience: moving house during a pandemic (never); smoking (I quit months ago); being excited about finding a couple of bags of cannabis on the floor (I'm done with its recreational use); organising a housewarming (out of my mind in a silly dream state).

I go to bed (mattress on the floor) with my wife in this strange new house. I hear footsteps and my youngest son opens the bedroom door to say he's not feeling well and needs a day off school. 'What's the matter?' I say while I get up to examine him. 'My back hurts', he replies. His back reveals a strange bruise and I send him back to bed. Beyond the room, I see my eldest son go to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. At the end of the hallway (abode now resembling the one in waking life), Kayci, his girlfriend, has the front door open and she's having a cigarette. I walk towards the entrance to look at the morning view outside, expecting to see the spacious, public lawn which is shared by many neighbours but typically deserted at dawn, only to discover my false awakening situation.

I'm shocked to find a vast park replete with people noisily congregating, and the colossal industrial buildings in the background clearly defying the logic of being remote from commercial areas and living by a river in waking life. 'Is this a lucid dream?' I ask Kayci. 'Yes.'

I push my right hand through the door jamb and watch my limb being engulfed up to my elbow by the wood with barely any resistance. I notice my former neighbour Libby in the bustling park, beckoning to me in her typically risqué manner whenever she had a reefer to share. As her mischievously grinning form wiggles her long index fingernail, I realise the risk of being lured into an ordinary dream state.

I run through the crowd in the opposite direction to beckoning Libby, desperately trying to remember the plan of action I had only just written down prior to bedtime. I frantically run and leap, annoyed that I can't remember one single step of the plan, and partially disturbed at the prospect of a premature collapse of the phase state. I could ask Libby for mnemonic clues, but she vanished, and a demented life-size Beano-like character is chasing me around this crazy playground. I find him very distracting and I feel like it would be impossible to reason with him.

I wake up, content and slightly annoyed, with white noise petering out in my head. I make notes to remind myself to rehearse the plan of action in imagination prior to the next attempt and that in lucid dreams, control is attainable. The Libby and Beano simulations would have bent to my will.

---Looking back now, I wonder if 'Beano' was actually a representation of the memory of the first step in my plan of action (visiting Minecraft). What I found distracting might have been, quite literally, the memory 'coming to me'. In hindsight, Beano looked like something out of Minecraft. I think I made a mistake by inadvertently avoiding what I really wanted.

Slept a lot this night.

I'm in a house with David and some more people in my age. And old woman tells us that we have done something bad and wants us to be punished. I bang my head against the wall and think that it is very weird. I walk out the door.

I'm in a school and there comes a lot of pupils. They hang black big locks over their lockers and I feel afraid.

12/18/20

I am with an old friend J. He wants to turn his indian dad's electronic store into a hangout spot after it closes for the day to smoke and chill in(he's white IWL). I am sitting in his car in front of the store waiting for it to close when I notice a short dark haired pixie looking indian girl in a car looking at me interestingly from the end of the lot. An older indian man walks out to it and I ask J if that is his Dad. He says no. They drive away together.

After the store closes and the gathering begins. It is super small-time at first, just a few friends and some chill smoke time with low lights. There may be a blacklight or two, the walls are white and there's not a lot of furniture. At a certain point we are outside in his car again and he gifts me a whole art set with coloured pencils and brushes. I am grateful and mention how I value different mediums of expression. He also offers me a lit cig but I am grossed out by it and throw it away.

Over time the party becomes big like a jam fest. Tons of people have shown up, the big crowds dancing in masses and spraying water on each other like a summer party at night. I realize this was his plan all along to host a giant party, I remember telling people he's had this vision for years. He is obviously super wasted and I can hear him goofing off on the DJs microphone looking for someone out of sight saying 'Where is he!? Where is he!?'

At first I am apprehensive because this kind of thing usually isn't really my scene, I go along with it finally and embrace the party in full affect. I walk inside with no shirt on, baggy grey sweatpants, long straight hair, one of those dumbass flatbill hats and a black backpack. I gather the ladies find me quite attractive. There are tons of girls all laying around on mattresses pushed together on the floor all naked talking about being on molly. One of them mentions outdoing the guys by 3/4ths. There are not enough guys present so they are all hooking up with each other in various positions and super thirsty at that. They all look up lustily at me. One of them while on her knees with her legs spread points down at herself and commands, 'You eat this' then points at me continuing 'And I'll eat that'. I happily oblige and lay down proceeding to take turns enjoying multiple women in a row, it is a jam fest after all.
'Days go by' by Dirty Vegas plays loudly in the background.

The next morning I come back in after chilling outside some with J. There are more guys there in the morning and a couple of the girls who knew me from the night before are lounging around on a couch in the corner of the room. They see me and grin knowingly. I partially acknowledge them with a nod before plopping down on the couch and dropping my backpack on the floor. I notice there is some smoking paraphernalia laying around on the tables but no one is smoking, it's a typical burnt out morning after. The guy next to me is pissed that 'someone brought the bear around last night'. I gather he is talking about the cops showing up, I don't recall it.

(night of) 17-12-20


Future problems

1) **time missing** I'm shooting down a small interior pipe , it's sort of suctioning me in and then blows me out into a small apartment. It seems to be the door to the apartment. A lady, who has been helping me comes behind me and show me around the place. The front room, which is linked to a bathroom, kitchen and bedroom. The lady tells me I'll be safe here, she tells me she needs to get back to work before anybody notices and shoots back up the fireplace door pipe. now I am on my own, I wander from room to room wondering what I am gonna do. It feels like a 1950's idea of what a house in the future may look like. The rooms are kind of vacuum formed, so that where the floor meets the ceiling it has a gentle curve. I go over to the 'door' area and look at it for a bit, I look inside and prod the surrounding then I head back to the bathroom and go to the toilet, after I'm finished I flush the toilet and an alarm sounds off - I have no idea what is happening but where the 'door' is suddenly water start spurting out everywhere, it falls down and floods the whole apartment. The lady comes back at that moment landing in water up to her ankles - I try to tell her I don't have any idea what had happened - I just 'looked' at the exit. She tells me I need to go (clearly thinking I broke this) I thank her for the time I spent here, and for the time before - recalling now that she 'saved' me and a woman I was with from inside an old tavern, this is twice I owed her now. I ask her how much would cover all damages and help and she tells me '50' It doesn't sound much - but then I don't know what the currency is (even though I have it) I give it to her and wake.

I'm with William and Diego. We lay down in a room and go to sleep. I enter a new dream and William is there too. I know it's a dream and walk around. I wake up in the last dream and suspect that William and I shared the same dream earlier.

I'm with dad and my cousin Jonathan Å. He talks about how he is newly examed and works as a business man. My dad and he talks a lot.

Notes: I haven't thought about or seen Jonathan for a long time.

Night of December 17, 2020. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,722-18. Reading time: 2 min 12 sec.



In my dream, I become aware of being in an unfamiliar house. I am looking through a doorway where a young girl sits at a desk in a smaller room, writing. (I am standing near the center of a mostly featureless room.) A little bird is on her desk, having left its cage. I am somewhat surprised that cerebral phasing (and its personification) is still active. Ordinarily, the Naiad factor (melatonin mediation) has occupied this part of my sleep cycle’s timeline for over 50 years. (She is not a Naiad though she does mention mines, suggesting caves, in the outcome of the narrative.)

I slowly become aware of the silhouettes of about six birds. They are peregrine falcons and owls flying around in the foreground, about two feet in front of me in the same room. There is significant energy that increases over time.

After an intriguing sustained hypnotic focus on this shadowy rustling and atypical energy for this stage, the girl turns to tell me, “Take them to the mines.” I know it means to prepare to enter a deeper sleep to decrease vestibular phasing and myoclonic anticipation.

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How to understand the reasons for dream content:

Can ultradian rhythm, sleep dynamics, and the time of my dream be determined solely by content? Yes, in this instance, it most certainly can. Here is why:

Firstly, “take them to the mines,” preconsciously commands going to a dark place underground. In other words, it anticipates my liminal thoughts of entering deeper sleep near the beginning of my sleep cycle. (I am typically aware of the causes of my dreams while I am navigating them. It is not “intepretation” to already comprehend what is occurring.) References to caves in anticipation of entering (or returning to) deeper sleep have been a regular feature in my dreams for over 50 years.

Because the peregrine falcons and owls are somewhat restless and in the foreground, as a result of predominant vestibular phasing (implying it will take longer to succumb to sleep atonia), the cerebral phasing personification (the girl at her desk) increases to bring attention to the process; thus the cerebral phasing (and reasoning ability) is also at a higher level than usual. Birds also often anticipate myoclonus while sleeping, though in this case, the residual vestibular phasing does not result in myoclonus.

Why is my anticipation of slow-wave sleep compensated for here in associating it with mines? It is because of experiencing sleep apnea recently. The girl says, “Take them to the mines.” Despite the peregrine falcons and owls indicating restless residual vestibular phasing, a subliminal reference to canaries in coal mines for detecting harmful gases is a factor. It is associated with not being able to breathe while sleeping. Despite subliminally anticipating sleep apnea in this instance, I otherwise rarely experience it.

My dreams often include literal references to sleeping or dreaming because I am always aware (on one of three fundamental levels; instinctual, liminal, or lucid) when navigating dream space (and duality).

My dream’s partial influence is the print “El sueño de la razón produce monstruos” (“The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters”) by Francisco Goya. However, the foundation stems from “Young Girl Writing at Her Desk with Birds” by Henriette Browne. There was no perception of uneasiness despite the inference of the Goya print.

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(night of) 16-12-20


Future Earth
1) Early night (3:04 - 3:21) I'm part of a team of people, sent to fix things, the Earth is dying. I am standing on the Earth, the perspective is strange - even though I am just regular sized and so is the Earth, I cover continents just standing here, both of my feet stand on the northern Hemisphere, I'm pulling something, it's like a rope attached to the land. I'm pulling to make it all ok.

We are now being told that we will be put to sleep until they need us. 100 years go by and we are awoken, it feels just a few seconds, I wonder what I have dreamed in the time I was asleep . I wonder about reality and how it works, what is real and what is false

Recurring mess (recurring themes in dream: theme park, not getting food, being late for the train)
2) I'm in a theme park, though it's all based inside a giant interior. It's a series of rooms and corridors until you exit. Me and my wife are waiting for the kids to finish on a ride - so we decide to get a dessert before the park closes. the lady that serves us is super nice and tells us she will come right over with our desserts shortly. We wait and wait, and I wonder what's taking the lady so long. I go to ask but there must have been a change in the shift as there are all new people now. Doesn't look like we will get our yummy desserts after all, AND we are gonna be late for the train.. damn

I’m somewhere, I think with Carlos and Kestlie. I think we’re in a large building. It seems to have a largely wooden interior and long, labyrinthine hallways. It also feels like we’re in a movie or game? I know how it’ll end but don’t tell them, because it’s their first time. We walk through the hallways and end up in a room. The doors are then shut and a fire is ignited, as if a furnace, which is how this ends. Though I know how it ends, this momentarily shocks me.

I am with an unfamiliar tattoo artist and about to get a tattoo of a seahorse on my left arm. The guy is middle aged or younger, shorter, and stocky, I think with a short grey beard/stubble. He’s casual and easy-going. This shop seems smaller, and we’re the only ones in it. We talk about the tattoo, and I ask if I can sketch it out. He passes over a piece of paper that already has a few drawings, in squared off areas, on it. I start sketching on the bottom right, recalling the shape and features as I go. I think it’s turning out pretty well. We’re now looking at where it’ll go on my arm, right on my trice, the only remaining space between quite a few color tattoos that are already there.

I’m in a restaurant with Brittney and probably Melissa. It seems like Olive Garden or some other Italian. It is fairly full but doesn’t seem crowded. There are three porta-potties against the wall inside, with more people than I expect visiting them. I see two people fight over what was first to one of them. We are sitting next to them, so I wait until it’s cleared out and get up to use one. Now I’m back at the table and talking about growing my hair out. It’s already down around my shoulders, but I want it very long. Brittney seems fond of the idea, and I think I’m really going to.

I’m going somewhere with Melissa, and I think her dad, to get a massage. We enter this building, a large and empty rectangle. There are quite a few people, all off to the right and in salon chairs. I think the floor is tile, but I notice that the entirety of it is covered in a few inches of water. It feels like salt water and is pleasantly warm. We continue walking straight back and I start sliding/gliding through the water. There is the sense that they don’t want me to do this, but I can’t help it. Now I’m sitting with Melissa in what seems like the far corner. A massage is never actually involved. I think we are in the water, but she is also under a blanket. She lifts it, revealing herself to be naked from the waist down. I want to touch her but I don’t think she lets me.

(night of) 15-12-20

Pre-sleep meditation: after meditating I close my eyes and try to stay focused, aware, I see something in front of me - actually I see THROUGH my eyelids , or do I have my eyes open? I'm confused, I open my eyes and I see what is really there (my bedroom)

Lucid attempt 1 (don't close your eyes in a dream)

1) Walking through a forest, I do a little look around, I'm a little confused - how did I get here? I woke up in my house - my step father was near by... no, this either did not happen or was just a back story in the dream, I recall what I was really doing - I just did a WBTB , I'm lucid now. But.... everything is wavering, nothing is solid, I've not slept well tonight and this is just a continuation of it. (also I always seem to get unstable when I become lucid)

I stop. Take time to pause.

I close my eyes.....

BIG mistake! fuck, I feel myself waking up. I start running, feeling my feet touch the ground, grabbing out in all directions to get the dream back. I feel I am in an apartment store now, men's clothing. It's too dim to see details so I reach out and take a shirt off of the rack and bite down on it. It doesn't taste of much - but it's enough to solidify me into the dream. Now I am on a street corner, people are everywhere, I see some cars down the street, they are kind of glitching out, flying in loops off of the road and into the air. I pull myself from this distraction, think about my dream goals, but I'm pulled off again, waking, I can't hold the dream...

Lucid 2 (don't travel by forced flight)

2) I'm walking down a corridor, looks like a university corridor. The walls are kind of drab, classrooms left and right. I realize I am dreaming, This pretty lady approaches me and smiles, I kiss her. I'm getting pretty into it then realize I need to snap out of it and focus! I walk out of the building, wanting to achieve my dream goal and find someone from my dream group. But I feel the dream is slipping again. Fuck. I see this swimming pool and I think - nice - I ll sit in there, feel the water around me and just focus on the dream surrounding me so I can get stabilized! I jump into the swimming pool and... WOAH!! it's freaking freezing. I kind of do a little yelping sound. I was NOT expecting that. It sends a cold shock to everywhere on my body. I gently lower myself into the swimming pool again and sit there for a couple of minutes just clearing my mind and focusing on everything around me. It feels better, more stable (yes!) So I stand up and call for '7', I try to draw her symbol on my hand, then I shout for her to come, I get a little impatient -where the heck is she? I think I see her in the distance. 'come on 7! what are you doing?' Now I am walking down the street, my second option - to get transported directly to the dream tree! I put my finger to my ear to turn on the 'comms' and speak directly to '7' 'Can you transport me directly to the dream tree ship?' I ask her 'but don't teleport! that just wakes me up , fly me there please!' I have to say this a few times until finally I hear static and some distant voice. That's good enough for me! I stand there , in the middle of the street waiting to be flown upwards. A gang of thugs are walking toward me now, they are shouting, asking why I am just standing there like an A-hole? Come on 7... what the hell.... Suddenly I am lifted off of the ground, I'm floating, it's slow to start off with but then I am shooting super fast, I zoom past some kids who are travelling in a kind of sphere like blue and red craft. I'm trying to keep my eyes open for the dream tree - it's gotta be around here somewhere? But then I realize it's not, it's deep in space because I'm going even faster now - it's so fast I can feel my stomach in my throat, the g-force of the travel is making the whole experience so intense, that I can feel EVERYTHING (much more intense than a roller coaster) , I'm just shooting through the sky, above the atmosphere shouting 'fuck, fuck... fuck... fuckkkkkkkkk' seeing the ground below me getting smaller and smaller, but I can't hold on, these intense feelings, I can't and I wake before I see the ship (damn!)

(night of) 14-12-20

1) (from 3:24-3:46) Dream Fragment - setting up Christmas tree lights, but using for something else

3) (from 5:49 to 6:06) Dream fragment - looking after a friend's niece for the day

School in a temple?

2) (from 7:31 - 7:42) I'm sitting in a classroom, looks like a classroom I attended when I went to school. The teacher, a young looking lady, is way up the front while I am sitting near the back. There is talk and chatter in the classroom that she has a student's white sweater. I'm not even sure if the teacher knows she has it - but I can see it draped over the back of her chair. I lean over to the student in front (it Gemma, a girl I went to school with) and joke with her about maybe everyone can make a big fuss about the teacher stealing the sweater? Gemma does not reply, instead she is staring forward. I sit back down and realize everyone is quiet and listening to the teacher. The teacher is writing some things down in English on the blackboard, I copy it down into my book. THis is not that difficult, I can do this... What am I writing? I don't understand it, not in any kind of context. But it doesn't matter, I just need to copy. I think?

We stop to take a break, I walk out of the classroom and into what looks like the interior or a church or a temple. The huge tall walls are made of blocks of sand stone, with giant windows that reach the high ceiling. I see kids running close to the edge, and I get scared that that they will fall - but forget there are windows. Outside the waves of the sea crash against the large windows. Across I see an even higher tower/temple, perched on a mountain top, I wonder who is living there? and how do they get to the temple? I notice there is a kind of pattern on each window, like stain glass, moons on one, stars on another - but then realize these are actually forms that are moving over the window rather than painted on.
I see a bar area and go to the far side of the temple, where it is a little darker, and find a table. I see my teacher, a pretty lady with dark hair, she is chatting to some colleagues. I sit down at the table and feel this would be a good time to ask her about the sweater...

I've had some longer dreams the past 3 nights which feels good. They always leave me with some kind of impression when I wake up.

I'm in a big tent and there is a lot of snow and some wet spots inside the tent. There are a lot of grown up men with sacks in there that are about to sleep and me included. I tell them that if it is going to get any worse I'm going to walk back in the night. Some of them say that we shouldn't do that. I tell them that we should sleep closer together not to waste any warmth. Everyone thinks it is a good idea. We pack together and it doesn't feel as cold anymore.

I'm sitting in a car with my cousins. William and Sara are there. Everyone is holding small crabs that are important for something. William cracks open the shell of a crab and loses it. I tell him that we need the shells and I try to find it under the seats. New fragment. We arrive at some kind of big house where a woman stands in front of. She has some kind of drone and Therese has hired her collection so that we can play with all her drones. She flies with one of her drones on the ground to me. I walk in to the house and spot a white cat sitting on an empty shelf. It looks like our cat but older and not as well kept. I pet it and it really enjoys it.

The inhabitants of a large intricate mansion are fleeing a malicious being. I notice him from an indoor balcony and feel that I am his primary target, although he is slowly stalking a terrified lady. Feeling scared, I instinctively levitate as high as I can, as fast I as can, ignoring any ceiling that might have been. I see the town quickly fade below me and space pass by me. As I rise towards safety, I also unintentionally grow larger proportionally with my altitude. It all happens so fast, I quickly have the size of the whole galaxy and feel that I have become the universe. I feel the weird dizziness through my whole body that reminds me of dream death experiences or WILD attempts. Surprisingly, the shock of the sensation does not wake me up. But, I worry that I don't know how to be a galaxy and fear that I might destroy the balance of the solar systems within me. I focus on positivity, trying to maintain the cohesiveness of all of space.

I am human again, back in the town. There are working men talking, about me, I feel, but they are leaving me be for now, busy getting organized around the street intersection. Realizing the perceived threat might only be imagined by my drunk dream mind, I position myself unnaturally close to them to demonstrate to myself the absence of danger and their complete disregard for me. Like for the previous malicious being, it is me who invents their negativity toward myself, because otherwise, none of these entities have shown evidence of noticing me.

I wake up to find out it's been exactly 5 minutes since my last alarm I snoozed.