Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake] [Note: This was my first time taking melatonin. I took a 3mg pill before I went to bed. I'm on a trip, and my hosts offered it to me to help me get over jet lag. I also tried to concentrate on lucid dreaming more than I had been lately, as I was falling asleep. One or both of those things worked.] I'm walking along the right-hand side of a broad, wide street, passing several marching bands as they march past in the opposite direction, one after another. I'm in a classroom at a school that looks a lot like my old elementary school. There are a lot of other people my age there. A bunch of us start sitting down in a semicircle with our musical instruments; we're about to play an impromptu band concert. TM [a real-life friend and roommate who I only met within the last six months] is one of the people participating in the concert, but it's obvious that she doesn't know how to line up for one correctly. I yell at her: “[TM]! You have to sit so that you're spaced evenly! That's the done thing in music!” The band starts playing “The Star-Spangled Banner.” The memory of how to play it comes flooding back into my mind from high school. [This is a real memory. It was one of the songs I had to memorize how to play for football games.] I'm surprised and pleased to find that I can still play it. As we're playing, though, the other members of the band lose interest, stop playing, and wander out of the room, leaving me playing my clarinet all alone. When I get to a stopping place, I stop playing and leave the room in the company of a female teacher. We walk around the western edge of campus and come to the entrance of another classroom, where we stop and talk to a male teacher. Somewhere around this point, I realize that I'm dreaming. [I don't remember the specific moment it happened, but I know I've had at least one other dream featuring this version of my old elementary-school campus before.] In the conversation with the male teacher, I ask him how old I am right now: “Am I eleven, the age I was when I started playing the clarinet; fourteen, the age I was when I graduated from junior high school; eighteen, the age I was when I graduated from high school; or twenty-six, the age I am right now in the real world?” I mention the real world specifically to see whether he'll pick up on the implication that the world we're in right now isn't real, and how he'll react. “There is no real world involved in this discussion!” the male teacher exclaims. I decide not to pursue that topic any further, because it's obvious that I'm not going to be able to convince him that this is a dream.
Updated 05-14-2012 at 03:36 PM by 37356
05.14.2012How did you know? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Some girl in a purple vest, short black shorts, and looked like Yuna from Final Fantasy showed up in front of me. Not sure what she's doing, I think she was even masturbating in front ot me. I was telling her something about some value, and she's like "How did you know that?" BECAUSE I'm FUCKING PSYCHIC...I DON'T KNOW... Okay, so a female is spreading her legs masturbating in front of you, or that's what you thought you remembered. You're a fucking idiot for not even being aware that a vagina is being stimulated in front of you. *facepalm* _________________________05.14.2012Sell his suit (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Some lawyer or teacher decided to sell his suit because he has no other way to get money for something. The person takes his suit off, and asks one of the staff members where they can find a place that buys suits. I don't know Albert Einstein...a FUCKING STORE??!?!?! EVER HEARD OF THAT!?!? THAT PLACE WHERE YOU CAN BUY STOOFZ!?! AND SELLS IT TOO?? Yes, I'm purposely screwing up my grammar...DEAL WITH IT gRAMMAR nAZI. _________________________05.14.2012You're Fat (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I told my mother she was fat after she pissed me off about how she tells me about my weight. I'm not fat. =( YOU'RE FAT...YOU'RE FAT, I'M NOT FAT...GOD stop being so fucking petty woman! I don't want to hear another DC giving me this bullshit, you're not my mother, you're a freaking dream character pretending to be one!!! I swear, I'm going to fucking kill these people in my dreams, bunch of POSERS. A bullet in their heads will fix things up really goooooood. And negative energy from doing things like that? Man fuck that, "OOOOH NO I shot someone in the head in my dreams, and I'm going to wake up negative in the morning!!" PFfffffffft_________________________05.14.2012Transparent Skull Helmet (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Yeah, I see a transparent skull helmet after a freaking barrage of random helmets from the sky were falling towards me and some random dream characters._________________________05.14.2012Jump shot (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Apparently, when you play Wii Sports, if you do a jump shot, which is supposed to be higher than the height the game allows you to jump on a serve, you can serve beyond the service line. OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO FIND THE CURE FOR CANCER WITH THIS NEW KNOWLEDGE. I'M GOING TO BE RICH.
Updated 05-14-2012 at 02:52 PM by 47756
Riding on a golden chocobo looking for a friend of mine. Can't find them.
as i fall asleep i repetitively tell myself "i will know i'm dreaming" i remember this in the dream and say to myself "wait, wouldn't that mean i'm dreaming" however as i do the reality check it goes as if i where awake. with the slight thought in my mind that i am dreaming i decide to try to prove it, however i do not have time before i wake up.
Up at 8:00 again :/ I think I might know why, so I'm going to try something different (or rather stop doing something different I've been doing for the last two weeks) the next week and see what happens. Dream One: I'm at a mansion. I walk through what I'm assuming was the back door to go outside. There's a pool and I decide to take a swim, clothes and all, lol. When I get in the water, a lady starts floating down from the clouds. She's got long flowing brown hair flying behind her, she's beautiful. She's reaching forwards like she wants to take my hand and pull me out of the pool and into the sky. I reach out to take her hand, but wake up in a class room before I can. There's a man teaching the class room. He's telling me something about lucid dreaming. I think he might have told me that I need to pay better attention to things that are strange like women floating down from the sky, as if he had seen what I had dreamed. Then he tells me I have missed two chances to become lucid already. I wake up. Dream Two: I'm in a store shopping and fall down the stairs. I end up breaking my leg, and they rush me upstairs because there is apparently a hospital above the shop, lol. I'm sitting on a gurney and there's a doctor that looks at my leg and says it's healing quickly, I'll only be there a couple days. Then he walks off and a nurse comes up to ask me if I'm comfortable and if she can get me anything. I notice that my foot looks grey and weird, and my bladder is full. I tell her I need to pee, and she says I have to ask the doctor if I can get up. Apparently my hospital room is a big room that multiple people are sharing, so I yell out to the doc, "hey Doc!" he comes back over and I ask if I can go to the bathroom, he says sure. I get up and go to the bathroom, but forget to ask about why my foot looks grey. I get back on the gurney, and sit just looking around for a few minutes. Once again I feel like I need to pee, so I get up on my own this time, walk downstairs, get in my car, drive home, use the bathroom, then drive BACK to the hospital. I'm going inside through the store below, and I see my BFF shopping. I tell her hey, and she starts talking about home work. She tells me I have a research paper due for our lucid dreaming class on Dream Views, then scolds me for always putting stuff like that off to the last minute. I told her I forgot all about it, and thank her for reminding me. I briefly wonder if I can use the broken leg as an excuse, but decide that I don't want to make excuses because excuses aren't going to get me a lucid dream. I go up stairs to the hospital again, but this time my hospital room is only a two person hospital room, and it looks a lot more like a college dorm with beds and bookshelves and carpet! Apparently my room mate is a guy, and he's already sitting on his bed typing up a paper. I set my laptop down on the floor and lay down on the floor to type next to his bed. We chat about the lucid dreaming class and ask each other about our progress and complain about the lack there of. Then I wake up. For the record, my bff isn't even on dream views, and I have no clue who the guy on the bed was. Completely random, and how am I not realizing I am dreaming during these dreams? lol I AM doing reality checks every time I get on dream views or watch a video about lucid dreaming or talk to someone about it in waking life, they're just not bleeding over into my dreams yet. I'm heading back to bed now, so we'll see if I have anything better to report later on
Some kids were going around the neighborhood destroying property. They broke branches off my tree and made a mess. I ran outside, seen them, and yelled at them. Somehow I ended up babysitting them. They were a pain but gradually got better. At least I had a dream wife to help me with them. Next dream was about studying in a bowling alley, although I didn't really see the bowling lanes. Many students at desks though, it probably was a college course. I wasn't really studying all that much, but later on a military drill was performed by soldiers who burst into the building, and captured it. There were defending soldiers as well, but they lost of course. They didn't use real ammo, it was just a drill. I could tell they were serious about it though, and I stayed out of their way. I had went out into the hallway to see what the commotion was. Later on my dream changes and I am hiking up a mountain slope with 3 guys. I know them just in the dream somehow as friends, even though they are just random DCs. We come to this point where we stop and talk about if we should continue on or turn back, because the climb was about to get difficult. The biggest guy in our group insists we go on, seems he has some personal reasons for doing so. I have noticed that I have been wearing this watch. The watch is picking up a signal, it is a woman talking through my watch. I don't catch what she says though, but my big friend hears it. We both look at the watch I'm wearing and we see it is some type of "modern" spy watch. He says it is a "Star Trek watch." He is able to take some information it is displaying and can calculate our position. After he is done, he starts leading the way up the trail for our group. We come to this snow pack which has a steep climb, I know I climb to the top before waking up.
Had two dreams this morning: 1. My brother was getting married again. But he was scared shitless. His best friend and I were giving him a pep talk. Never figured out why he was afraid. 2. I was running around the apartment trying to clear up an issue with references for a new job I really wanted. The reference was the last hurdle before the job would be offered to me. But I was afraid the guy would hear something bad and I'd lose the job. Note: good thing I wrote a sentences about each dream when I woke up. Otherwise they'd be completely forgotten by now. I had to refer to those notes to complete my DJ today. I think WILD is the induction method for me. Last week I just beat my head on the wall trying to DILD. It seems more natural to slip into the dream from wakefulness than trying to gain lucidity within the dream.
I lay down on the floor, getting ready for bed. I was sleeping over at my grandmother's house in the dream, but it wasn't her real house. My sister and I were sleeping in what looked like a large living room. My other sister, Ken, was sleeping in a bed somewhere in the house. So we slept on a pallet on the floor. I "woke up" at around dawn. My grandmother came running in. She told us there was a thief in the house. I got up and tiptoed around, my grandmother following me. I didn't hear anything. I looked out of the nearest window, and sure enough there was a hooded figure running through the nearby yard away from the house. He was holding what looked like a Wal-Mart plastic bag. He ran into a crowd of people going to school. I shot through the hallway, and out the door, determined to catch him. He was walking by now. I darted in front of him. "What did you take!?" I yelled, trying to get his attention. He looked up at me. He looked familiar, oddly familiar. He was very tall; much taller than me. His hood almost hid his eyes. He sighed, then threw the bag down. "Here," he said. "I don't need it." He looked at me. I noticed a sad look in his eyes, like he was searching for something. He turned and walked away, through the crowd. I stood there, my head spinning. How did I do that? I thought to myself. I looked inside the bag. There was a shrunken version of my backpack in there, and a couple of books I had at the house. Well I better go back. I walked back inside the house. My grandmother and my sisters ran up to me. "Are you okay?" They asked. I said I was fine, but a bit troubled. Why would he give these back? I walked into a little room on the right. Ken followed me inside. I looked up to a picture on the wall. The boy in the picture looked a lot like the hooded boy, only in the picture it was a younger version of him. When Ken looked at the picture, she said she knew who he was. He used to live in this house. I guess he was looking for something but was too embarrassed to walk up and ask or something like that. Then the dream ended.
Updated 05-14-2012 at 01:09 PM by 32984
"Saab! Saab!" I yell this over and over at the top of my lungs. I have no idea what it means. Somehow, I feel very anxious about something. I look around me and see that I am at a wooden dock at the edge of a lake. I look at the water. It looks black and stagnant. It smells putrid too. There is noone else in the area, and I can't see anything in the distance besides trees and shrubs in weird hypnotic colors. I try to look at them for a few seconds, but it hurts my eyes and it makes me feel dizzy so I look away, back at the lake. "Saab!", I yell again. I hear the flapping of what seems to be a very large bird a few feet behind me. I turn around and see a man flying down towards the dock. Yes. He is flying. Or falling, descending, whichever. The first thing that I notice are his wings. They are so huge and spread out to about four times the man's size. They are also silver in color, and somewhat shiny and glittery. I stand there, dumbfounded. He was beautiful. As he lands on the wooden deck, it creaks beneath his weight. Then he gently folds his wings at his sides. He takes two steps forward. The man doesn't seem to be wearing anything but a blue cloth around his waist. He isn't fat nor thin. He looks quite fit actually, and yes, hooray! He has abs. It doesn't even register to me that he is another kind of being. At that moment, it feels perfectly normal to me. What catches my attention is the fact that I can't see his face. There seems to be some bright white light emanating from it. I try to look, but it is too radiant. I put my hands over my eyes and whisper, "Saab?". "Mmhmm", he replies. For some weird reason, I feel like I've known him for a long time. His voice is very deep, and it sounds very familiar and reassuring. "How've you been, Paigey?" I don't know what to say to this strange man. I fall silent, hands in my face. I am slightly hypnotized by his tone, and I rack my brain, trying to think about where I've heard him before. He then starts talking really fast in a different language. I don't know what language it is, but it doesn't seem to be something I know or something I've heard before. "Adsujaybiowakaduwifudjyadhwier". Or something like that. (Close enough.) Whatever he was saying, it sounded beautiful for some reason. "Whaaa?!," I say, frustrated. I forget that I'm still covering my eyes. He grabs my wrists, and starts pulling them away from my face. "I said...", he whispers. "...look at me." He lets go of my hands, and I contemplate in silence whether I should open my eyes or not. Then I decide to. My eyes flutter open, but the beautiful winged man is no longer in sight. I look around, but he is nowhere to be found. I am alone once again. I look back at the lake, and notice that the water is now crystal clear with some kind of bluish glow to it. I also notice that the place smells like apples. The wooden dock suddenly starts trembling like crazy. I wobble, trying to keep my balance. "Saab! Saab!," I find myself yelling over and over, before I finally wake up to my sister shaking the life out of me, trying to wake me up for school. -------------------------------------- The thing is, I don't know who the man was, nor do I know what he was. To others, he may be called an angel. I don't know. I am uncertain about their existence, but I'd like to keep an open mind. There are just some things I'd rather not question -- things that are too complicated for my little brain to comprehend. I don't know what the dream meant, but I'd like to hope that somewhere, somehow, there is a beautiful winged man watching over and protecting me. (And making sure I don't get my ass in trouble!) *Wow. So deep. LOL.*
Updated 05-14-2012 at 12:44 PM by 53603
First I'm at dinner in a fancy large dining room. Someone suddenly attacks my farther with a knife and kills him. The attacker tries to kill me, too, but somehow fails, only leaving a small wound. I go take care of the wound. Someone who asks if I'm alright. I say it's just a small wound and that the assassin didn't seem to know where to aim. It is now apparent to me that someone stands to inherit a lot if they can get rid of me, too, and that they will try again. The assassin got away, but he was just some hired help anyway. My friends don't seem very alarmed. They just tell me to relax and forget the whole thing. I need to go downstairs, apparently for evening snack. I take some long heavy object with me, don't remember what it was, and head down, to the dungeons. There are some people I dislike hanging around the stairs, sneering. I keep them away with the weapon. Downstairs there are again people who are appalled by my violent temperament and tell me to relax and enjoy the evening. Second A scout camp or a hike is ending, people are leaving. There is a person giving free massages to the tired people around. I'm not assertive enough to make it known, but my shoulders feel pretty horrible. There is always someone who gets there first and I don't get a massage. From the night before I'm with my boss in an office room. It's raining outside and he says something about biking in the rain. I say that I'm probably still gonna go to work today. Later I'm running some large programs on a server. I check that it's going okay and go for a coffee break. When I get back, I look at them again. There is a short black down and everything reboots. Apparently doesn't cause any harm though.
It is 12:36AM on Monday, May 14, 2012. I am tang vyvanse tonight to stay up in order to do work for school. Also I plan on doing some more research on lucid dreaming. I woke up today around 1:00PM (5/13/12) I assume i'll want to take a nap around 1:00PM (5/14/12). This is when my next attempt will be. Depeding on how tired I am I may take a vyvanse in the morning to get through class. If this is the case, then I will not be tired until that night. This entry will be in place of the night of sleep I have missed. I have started to use dream view.com as it seems to be helpful. I will also record any new findings throughout the night. My main questions for the night: Do drugs affect dreams? Also, do they affect the ability to recall dreams or even become lucid?
1. at an insane asylum courtyard, maybe a prison, not sure. 2. Wake up inside of a very small mobile home with some soldiers in a wooded area, monsters with pink tentacles appear and kill soldiers, I run. 3. man appears, he's a vampire, I get bitten, fade to black. 4. I wake up, I can fly. The trees are looking at me. -end-
This morning was interesting. I awoke at 4am on my own. Got up to go to the bathroom. I took one galantamine and went back to bed. I read for 15 minutes and proceeded to fall asleep. I went straight into lucid dream. I was in a room with people I never saw before. Not going into too much detail, because sex was involved. Long story short, I kept waking up to my timer (lucidology), and instead of staying awake which is what usually happens, I kept perfectly still. I didn't plan this, but In my mind, i looked down to my hands, and they were in a prayer pose. Within seconds i could feel myself slipping back into the same dream and place, with same people. Each time it started off hazy and fuzzy. I kept saying "clarity now!", and looking at my astral hands to clear my vision and it worked. This happened at least five times, before I finally decided to get up. I did go to bed late, and was very tired at 4am so I think the lack of sleep, along with the galantamine pill that kept me having multiple DEILDs . Anyway it was pretty awesome.
I was standing next to a counter with an Asian guy behind it, and I was like... Hey, I think I'm dreaming... So, I did a Nose Plug RC and got Lucid!!! Started rubbing my hands but then the dream started fading because it was just as I was waking up... And the asian guy was just looking at me like, 'wtf'... But YAY!!!
Updated 05-14-2012 at 01:41 AM by 44240
I remember something about my friend playing Gears of War 3, which he doesn't have , and then I see that he had a new skateboard deck, (a baker) but it turned out being his sister's (she's never skated in her life as far as I know). I ollied on it inside the house once, and it cracked into 6 pieces. I did this in their parent's room for some reason.
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