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8 ОС. Реалистичность ощущений (20 октября 2011)

Я был с мамой, обходил дом друга. Подобрал с земли бумажку. Реклама какая-то. Стал читать, читалось нормально. Однако слова я не запомнил. Но подозрение, что это сон, в моей голове не исчезло. Я повернул бумажку и так и сяк - читается. Потом отвёл взгляд, посмотрел заново - буквы поплыли. Всё думаю точно сон. Посмотрел на руки. В локте стало больно. Думаю, отлежал. Тут обстановка меняется и я оказываюсь у себя в комнате. В комнате горит свет. Мама в воздухе висит над моей кроватью. Почему- то я думал, что она хотела залезть по ступенькам и, когда обстановка сменилась, то так и застыла. Тут меня начинает выкидывать из сна. Я пробую щупать листок бумаги, который читал, потом щупаю одежду, себя самого - не помогает. Тогда я начинаю тереть руками дорошку. Ощущения чёткие, как настоящая дорошка. Дотрагиваюсь до шкафа - дерево деревом, снова дорошку. Потом дёрнул маму за ноги, поставив её на кровать. И только после этого изображение стабилизировалось. Я разгибаюсь с пола, при этом поднимаю бумажку - это оказывается закладка из книги, которую я читаю. А поначалу точно была реклама. Мама каким-то образом оказывается лежащей на своём диване. Не заметил, как она туда переместилась. Иду в сторону окна с целью посмотреть в него. Обстановка в комнате примерно такая же: мой диван, мамин диван, шкаф - всё как наяву. А вот стол не разглядел. Подошёл к окну смотрю на улицу. На улице ночь. Этаж тот же, что и в реале. Видно деревянный дома за окном, там горит яркий цвет. В реале тоже деревянные дома, только выглядят они немного по-другому, во сне я на это внимание не обратил. Я пытаюсь просунуть свой палец сквозь стекло - не получается. (Действовал левой рукой указательным пальцем). Хочу просунуть тогда голову. Вижу в оконном отражении своё лицо. На мне очки, до этого я очков не чувствовал, но стоило только мне дотронутся головой до стекла, почувствовал и очки и стекло. Ощущения реальные, что я даже подумал: "А я точно сплю?" Заставил себя усилием мысли почувствовать своё физическое тело. Получилось, успокоился. Развернулся, пошёл обратно по комнате. Спрайт мамы лежит и смотрит на меня. Я говорю ей: "Смотри, я сейчас сквозь шкаф пальцы просуну". Пробую обеими руками (опять указательными пальцами). Не выходит просунуть пальцы сквозь шкаф. Пробую ещё раз только помедленнее. Бесполезно, даже наоборот - почувствовал небольшой удар электрическим током. Пришлось облизать пальцы, как при ожоге бывает. Хочу взлететь, но передумал, вспомнил, что хотел позвать друга. Подхожу к двери в другую комнату. Заметил, что там телевизор работает. Дверь была приоткрыта, наяву открыта полностью. Просовываю руку за дверь, сам отворачиваюсь. Зову его три раза по имени и фамилии. Никто руку не берёт. Тогда я решил просто так руку из-за двери выдернуть, вдруг материализуется. Не вышло, проснулся.

Выводы:

1. Осознался из-за надписи. Поначалу читалась нормально, но после того, как отвёл взгляд, и посмотрел заново, буквы поплыли, невозможно было прочитать. Саму надпись не запомнил.
2. Посмотрел на руки - стало больно в локте. В прошлый раз было больно ладонь.
3. Спрайт мамы завис в воздухе над кроватью.
4. В неосознанном сне персонаж мамы со мной разговаривал. В осознанном нет.
5. Ощупывание предметов, и сдёргивание персонажа на пол, помогло подольше удержаться в ОСе. Все ощущения настоящие, от реала на первый взгляд не отличаются.
6. Стоило отвернуться, как персонаж мамы мигом оказался лежащим в кровати.
7. Просунуть часть тела сквозь стекло не вышло.
8. После попытки просунуть палец сквозь дерево получил удар током. Очень натуральные ощущения электрического удара.
9. На голове сами по себе возникли очки. Потом они исчезли.
10. Сумел из сна почувствовать своё физическое тело. И при этом я не проснулся.
11. Реалистичность обстановки заставило меня усомниться: "А точно ли это сон". Казалось, что я не сплю, и действительно хожу по комнате.
12. Метод двери в поиске персонажа не сработал.


8 LD. Realistic sensations (October 20, 2011)

I was with my mother, went around a friend’s house. I picked up a piece of paper from the ground. Some kind of advertisement. I began to read, it read normally. However, I did not remember the words. But the suspicion that this was a dream did not disappear in my head. I turned a piece of paper and this way and that - it reads. Then I looked away, looked again - the letters floated. I think everything is a dream. I looked at my hands. My elbow hurt. I think, lay down.

Then the situation changes and I find myself in my room. The light is on in the room. Mom in the air hangs over my bed. For some reason, I thought that she wanted to climb the stairs and when the situation changed, she froze. Then it starts to throw me out of dream. I try to feel the piece of paper that I read, then I feel the clothes, myself - it does not help. Then I start rubbing my hands on the powder (carpet on the floor). The sensations are clear, like a real powder (carpet on the floor). I touch the closet - a tree with a tree, again a powder (carpet on the floor). Then I pulled my mother's legs, putting her on the bed. And only after that the image stabilized. I straighten up from the floor, while lifting a piece of paper - it turns out to be a bookmark from the book that I am reading. And at first there was definitely an advertisement.

Mom somehow finds herself lying on her couch. I didn’t notice how she moved there. I go towards the window in order to look into it. The situation in the room is about the same: my sofa, my mother’s sofa, wardrobe - everything is in reality. But the table did not make out. I went to the window looking at the street. It's night on the street. The floor is the same as in real life. You can see the wooden house outside the window, there is a bright color. In real life, there are also wooden houses, they only look a little different, in a dream I did not pay attention to it. I try to stick my finger through the glass - it doesn’t work. (Acted with the left hand with the index finger). I want to stick my head in then. I see my face in the window reflection. I have glasses on, before that I did not feel glasses, but as soon as I touched the glass with my head, I felt both glasses and glass. Real feelings that I even thought: "Am I exactly sleeping?" I made myself an effort of thought to feel my physical body. It turned out, calmed down.


Turned around, walked back around the room. Mom’s sprite is lying and looking at me. I tell her: "Look, I'm going to put my fingers through the closet now." I try with both hands (again with index fingers). It doesn’t come to put your fingers through the closet. I try again only more slowly. It is useless, quite the contrary - I felt a slight electric shock. I had to lick my fingers, as happens with a burn.

I want to take off, but changed my mind, I remembered that I wanted to call a friend. I go to the door to another room. I noticed that the TV works there. The door was ajar, fully awake. I poke my hand out the door, I turn away. I call him three times by name and surname. No one takes a hand. Then I decided to pull my hand out of the door just like that, it suddenly materializes. It didn’t work, I woke up.


Findings:

1. Confessed due to the inscription. At first it was read normally, but after I looked away and looked again, the letters floated, it was impossible to read. I did not remember the inscription itself.
2. I looked at my hands - it hurt at my elbow. Last time, my palm hurt.
3. Mom’s sprite hovered in the air above the bed.
4. In an unconscious dream, the character of my mother talked to me. In the conscious no.
5. Feeling things, and pulling the character to the floor, helped to stay longer in the LD. All sensations are real, from the real world at first glance they do not differ.
6. Stoilo otvernut'sya, kak personazh mamy migom okazalsya lezhashchim v krovati.
7. Prosunut' chast' tela skvoz' steklo ne vyshlo.
8. Posle popytki prosunut' palets skvoz' derevo ya poluchil udar tokom. Ochen' natural'nyye oshchushcheniya elektricheskogo udara.
9. Na golove sami po sebe voznikli ochki. Potom oni ischezli.
10. Sumel iz sna pochuvstvovat' svoyo fizicheskoye telo. I pri etom ya ne prosnulsya.
11. Realistichnost' obstanovki zastavilo menya usomnit'sya: "A tochno li eto son". Kazalos', chto ya ne splyu, i deystvitel'no khozhu po komnate.
12. Metod dveri v poiske personazha ne srabotal.
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6. It was worth turning away, as the character of the mother instantly was lying in bed.
7. To push part of the body through the glass did not work out.
8. After trying to put my finger through the tree, I got an electric shock. Very natural sensation of electric shock.
9. On the head, glasses arose on their own. Then they disappeared.
10. I managed to feel my physical body from sleep. Nor did I wake up.
11. The realism of the situation made me doubt: "Is it really a dream?" It seemed that I was not sleeping, and really walk around the room.
12. The door method in the character search did not work.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I used the mantra "I am going to wake up after each dream and remember it". I woke up 05.15 with the first dream and 06.10 with the second dream. 05.15 I tried out WILD and it was the best I have ever had!

WILD attempt 15: I wake up 06.10 and write down my dream and drink some water. I go back to bed. I lay still and focus to relax my neck and tongue mostly. I have to swallow two times because my throat is so dry. After about 20 minutes I get some insane sensations in my left part of the body. It's like super fast vibrations. After about 25 minutes I am almost not conscious and on the verge of sleep. I am suddenly in a dream but I still feel my body in the bed. I wake up after a while, maybe after some seconds maybe after a minute, but can't remember the scene I was in. I enter my normal sleeping position and go to sleep.

I'm in a party in the left up corner of the room. I feel much older because the company I'm with are all as old as my parents. I speak with a younger lady (perhaps 20 years old) and we introduce each other. She says she is from Germany and I think I said that I was a Jew(?). We talk about bread baking and I talk about my bread(??). I get the impression that she is flirting with me. I walk down to the dinner table and my family is already there. The young lady sits two chairs away from me and she has two friends next to her. I see that her friends are pretty stupid. Suddenly my mother accuses her for flirting with me even though she has no intentions of wanting me. My mother says an advanced word that no one understands except she and the young lady that flirted with me. I understand that the word describes the situation me and the girl are in. Suddenly the girl who flirted with me becomes black and she leaves the table. I think to myself that my family is going to think that I fancy coloured girls but it doesn't bother me. I follow her to talk with her and she says that she is sorry because she flirted with me even though she didn't fancy me.

I'm in a hospital and I walk into the only door I see. My brother is laying there but he doesn't seem to be that sick. We talk and he says he is okey. I wait out the night outside the door and in the morning we see each other again. I suddenly have no shirt and I only have a towel around my waist instead of pants. I hold my other clothes around my arm and I walk outside to change clothes. For some reason I change in the middle of the corridor. There are two heavy nurses by my little brother's door and I see them through a mirror as I change. They also look at me through the mirror. One of the nurses starts to change clothes and looks at me. She is naked and when I have changed clothes I walk away from the nurses. I see some showers and go in to wash myself. My smaller cousin is there and she talks with an older man. When I stand in the shower my cousin suddenly harasses me by hitting me and I can't stand up because it hurts so much.

Possible recurring elements: Parties, family, hospitals, brother and chaos, showers, cousins.

Notes: I have noticed that I dream about parties pretty often and that it is one of my dream signs. The girl I met in the party was German because yesterday I saw an educational video and the teacher spoke with a german accent. Maybe I said that I was a Jew because I think of jews when I think about Germany. I dreamt about breadbaking because yesterday I made russian pasties and my dad thought that I made the bread to them but it was premade bread. I have dreamt about my brother and chaos some nights now. I want to help him fix his life more. I have also dreamt about showers lately. I often dream about my cousins.

Thursday Night, 11/7/19

I was hiking through a forest and I came out into an open field, accidentally spawning a large bear as I did so. I had to run away from it using video game controls. It morphed from bear, to wolf, to lion, to jaguar and long story short I couldn't increase the distance between me and it no matter what tactics I used.

Gradually the environment shifted from video game to realistic until I was running in my own body rather than using controls. Knowing I stood no chance remaining in the open field, I dove into the deep river to my left and swam across. I pulled myself out onto the opposite river bank and found myself back among the trees. But of course jaguars are excellent swimmers so the big cat followed me easily. As it came out of the water the jaguar transformed into a woman. She was beautiful and lithe, dressed in flowing white, with the cold expression of a seasoned killer. We came out onto a wide and empty paved road that cut through the trees. I walked backwards and shot invisible arrows at her which made her health bar go down - a remaining feature from the video game - but she was otherwise unfazed. She was slowly walking toward me holding an already bloodied sword which she didn't even bother to raise. She said, "It's always hard to kill something for the first time." Clearly she was not referring to herself. She seemed to be implying that any reluctance to kill on my part would give her the advantage.



We both stopped walking and she informed me flatly that I was out of arrows. Her health bar was only at half. I knew I would have to use my sword and hack away for my life. I wasn't very skilled with a sword. That is to say I'd never used one before. As the jaguar woman raised her own sword it was immediately clear she was in her element. My alarm went off, yanking me out of there and into a waking state.

Gerçekten lucid rüya üzerinde uğraşan ve başarabilen bir Türk olsa iletişim ve öğrenme açısından daha iyi olur diye düşünüyordum. Eğer varsa lütfen benimle iletişime geçin.

I'm in some sort of underground cavern, in a bathing suit, in shallow water with two other people, a man and a woman. Only the lower half of our bodies are in the water. I'm playing footsie with the woman and then the man sticks his foot in between ours. I can feel the silt on the bottom of this body of water. It's gross. I'm starting to feel pretty grossed out and stand up to get out of the water and onto some smooth, flat rocks. I look down at my legs and there are tiny slugs all over me!!!! I start just running and freaking out and pulling these slugs off myself. Then it's as if the underground cavern was attached to a building, and I've run into that building and now I'm in some sort of strange never ending hallway of dressing rooms. I am zig zagging through these dressing rooms, all of which are different and have different themes, like, Japanese, one of them was blue, one had a lot of mirrors, one was red. I'm not frantically running anymore, but it feels important to get out of this maze. When I finally do, I am met with.... a giant seemingly holographic black and white and gray face, with eyes closed talking at me extremely loudly in a language I do not understand. It is subtitled. I can't remember all of it, but it's saying something along the lines of it's God, and I met the challenge, or there's a task for me, or something. I don't remember much of what was said, or if I talked back to it, I was honestly so freaked out by the loudness of it all.

Second part of my dream, I'm in a parking lot and someone comes up to me saying there's a half off sale at this store. I go in and it's kind of a dispensary/drugstore. There are candy edibles - just rows and rows of them, neon colors or gummies and hard candies. I look at the expiration dates and they are five years away. So I start grabbing handfuls of them. Then I go down a toy aisle and look for something for my youngest nephew. I thought he might want an action figure or something. There are a lot of Lego sets and some other toys. There was one action figure with a face that kind of reminded me of the face from the previous dream. Then I look a little further and it's a balcony up ahead. Over the edge there seems to be some sort of situation with air blowing up from underneath so that everything over the edge is floating. A guy with skis jumps over the edge and floats down to the bottom very gently.

Morning of May 26, 2020. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,517-01. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



My dream self grows instinctually aware and active during the usual process that determines a handler for cortical arousal (initially my vestibular cortex). In this dream, it is Jackie Gleason, the primary influence being the moonrise (dream state initiation) in the television series “The Honeymooners.” (I will emphasize a fundamental causal factor here. Because being in the dream state has a similar level of cortical dormancy and sensory deprivation as when watching television or a movie, a celebrity is often the virtual handler of my waking transition.)

An unknown male is with me to my right (waking status personification, mainly inactive). In a big undefined room, two unfamiliar men are standing and talking, facing each other, with the implication we are watching a movie, though we are present and sitting cross-legged at the scene (a common dream state ambiguity). One man is playing the role of a young and thin Jackie Gleason. For a few minutes, we are trying to work out which man is playing him. Eventually, it becomes obvious. It is the man on the left, who has dark curly hair.

The identity determinant results in initiating the next stage of my dream and vivifies it. My dream self handler (again, vestibular cortex) is Jackie Gleason. Even so, I am still only a witness to the scenario. The Sistine Chapel is in ruins, though only as in another world. An unknown male with a staff controls the lightning (neural energy while in the dream state) to send individuals into the other world. He first does this to an unknown woman (a quantum model of Zsuzsanna, as my waking-life identity is absent). I watch her wander around alone. The storm is not threatening.

Eventually, the anticipated myoclonus factor becomes pre-liminal. Jackie Gleason stands in the center of the ruins and wants to find the unknown woman to confirm her status and bring her back if possible. The expectation of the transition is by way of flight (as has usually been the case since childhood). There is no roof on the ruins of the building, to allow for the vestibular management of this process. (I am sleeping on my back in this instance, which usually results in vertical dream state processing rather than horizontal as with, for example, using a door to exit my dream).

A pterodactyl flies down as the vestibular processing simulacrum. Jackie Gleason stands there, but nothing happens. They stare at each other, but the pterodactyl eventually unexpectedly flies off instead of carrying him into the next world.

As a result of no myoclonus or viable consciousness emergence, cortical arousal instead establishes a vivid offset dream that serves as a false awakening, and I am now lying on my back on the front lawn of our current home in the late morning. Zsuzsanna is standing to my left. (She is awake in reality, standing to my left in our lounge room.) I can see the front of our house and the sky. Dark clouds, lightning, and rain are fast approaching from the south. I am concerned about my dream journal getting wet (as it is on the lawn near me), but I have difficulty moving quickly enough. Eventually, I can get up and wake while doing this.

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Here are some similar examples of this dreaming process that has occurred every sleep cycle for over 50 years:

Ralph Waite (as in “The Mississippi” television series from the 1980s), referring to a book, talks about the vestibular cortex processing in initiating consciousness (though I do not discern the specific details), summons a giant sparrow, and flies off on its back. (November 7, 2018.)

An unknown woman and her daughter (quantum model of Zsuzsanna and our youngest daughter) receive a book from Rodan. (Rodan has a similar appearance as a pterodactyl.) The book is enormous (as tall as the woman) and is about dream state processes. (May 21, 2020.)

A giant white dove (with a red heart symbol on its chest) emerges from the entrance of the Arcadia post office and approaches me as I stand outside facing the building. I hold onto a sword engulfed in blue fire, but there is no threat. (February 9, 1991, part of a longer dream with enigmatic communication with Zsuzsanna before we met in waking life, foreshadowing the letter she wrote to me. I arrived in Australia on February 9, 1994. An American postage stamp, #2814C, featuring a white dove and a red heart made of roses came out on February 14, 1994.)

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Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm with my old school friend Olof. We hang out.

I'm skiing in a pretty lame slope. There are some children and I almost trip over them when I ski. The snow is kind of melted and I get wet. There is a father to the kids in the slope and I show him my technique. It's a very bad technique, I just roll down like a ball without the skis on me, I get all wet when I do so. Later on I ski as good as I can, generating top speed (not so fast in the little slope) and apparently the slope was just a circle because I came back to the top of the slope after a while.

I'm in a store with people I know and I think Olof was there too. We look on different goods and wonder if we should buy anything. I'm holding in a candy bag. I don't think we bought anything.

I'm on my knees next to someone and are about to check his pulse. I check his pulse by the throat. First I don't sense any pulse. When I change my finger position I feel it. It's fast and shallow.

Possible recurring elements: My old schoolmates, skiing, kids and almost tripping over them, stores.

Notes: I have dreamt about Olof much in the last week. I saw him in town two weeks ago but didn't greet him. I love skiing and winter is my favorite season. This dream reminded me of the good times I have had skiing. Some dreams ago I dreamt about riding a motorbike and almost riding over a kid. In this dream I almost rode one over while skiing instead. I wonder what that means. I love kids and would never do that on purpose. The store is probably a sign that I have thought about buying some new strings for my guitar and my sisters old violin for a while now. I dreamt about checking a person's pulse because yesterday I had an assignment for PE class to learn about CPR. I watched videos how they checked a unconscious man's pulse then.

Not much to report this week.

Recall has barely improved.

Do remember 2 Jamie dreams. They were so fleeting it's hard to tell if they were good or bad. Regardless, it's nice to have any Jamie dreams. I'm still surprised to this day that she shows up almost weekly in my dreams for over 2 years now. I've never in my life had a consistent dream sign like this before.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

The world is going bananas and I am at some kind of camp with international people. Sharing a suite with some half dozen people, friends and strangers. Barack Obama is staying incognito with us. At the end of the camp, people are supposed to have a goodbye dinner with gift exchange, but some left abruptly and left their gifts behind unattended. My friends say is not ethical but I secretly pick some packages and go check what they have inside. One has some jewels and I sneak then into my pocket. Outside starts a storm and some solar panels are taken down. A team is putting them back up. Other people are organizing a market sale in a hallway.
We learn that a pandemic started and that's why some people left in a hurry. We are told all the rich people are going to their bunkers. Three old guys I met are going to an abandoned factory in a rural area, inside which they created a sort of inconspicuous bunker. They share their secret with me and allow me to join them. We encounter some rabid dogs at the entrance but we manage to escape inside and shut the doors. But then the guys come running back out because there are also dogs inside. I run to some kitchen and climb on top of the counter, while looking for a knife. I find a heavy wood instrument instead. One of the dogs comes in, but it's a fat bulldog and when he tries to jump up, I slam him with the wood. The dog gets KO so I get closer and touch the dog. Realize it is a female dog. She slowly wakes up and thinks I am petting her, so all of a sudden her attitude shifts. She sniffs me and gets all cuddly. Surrenders to me like a puppy. Then a bigger dog and a puppy appear and she shows them I am friendly, so they friendly too. The rest of the dogs also come one by one and they all become my pets.

Today, when I left the body, I found myself in darkness. The feeling was still great since I managed to relax to greater extent than usually. The separation itself was felt as if I sublimed slowly out of body and condensed next to bed. Immediately, I went away. When I was about 5 meters from the body, I stopped to feel connections to it, which improved quality of vision. I made myself to see in darkness. I didn't observe nothing interesting for some time. After about 10 subjective minutes of my house exploration, I came to doors around which the light radiated. As if someone was behind them. I went through the doors and saw a group of beings looking as if they were animated using bright colours which also radiated that light... think of Simpsons but with more details. Those beings felt wrong... and I felt something like: I should fear them. Having none of that, I went to those beings. They saw me, darkened and changed to dark grey color scale. And they started to move toward me. I didn't stop and relaxed my mind. They vanished.
I explored further. The surrounding changed... it looked as if I walked on long bridge without any support, and there was absolute darkness around it. The material of the bridge was metallic, shining and black. The walkway was covered by firm metal grating made of wire... There were side cuts branching from the infinite bridge... but I was unable to take a turn and try to go sidewise. Even when I turned to one of side cuts, I still somehow walked on the main bridge. I continued to walk for some time... till I lost consciousness.

7 ОС. Пройди сквозь и осознайся (10 октября 2011)
Я ходил по этажу и звонил в квартиры. Ждал, когда мне откроют дверь. В одной дверь открыли, и я зашёл внутрь. За дверью никого не было. Я зашёл внутрь с желанием напугать того кто будет в этой квартире. Справа от меня был вход в тёмную комнату. Прямо горел свет. Я пошёл на свет. Отодвинул серые шторки и чё-то крикнул, чтобы напугать того, кто находится в комнате. Но в комнате никого не было. Только горел свет, и стояла кровать. Слева был вход в другую комнату, но там тоже было темно. Я перевернул кровать. Думал, что под ней кто-то прячется. Когда я её переворачивал, она стала походить на стол, но под ней никого не было. Я развернулся и вышел из квартиры, пошёл звонить в другие квартиры поближе к лифту.
Позвонил в звонок. Долго не открывали, позвонил в другой звонок - открыли. Точнее дверь открылась, за дверью был общий коридор ещё на две квартиры. Я пошёл к той квартире, которая была в конце коридора. Другая квартира находилась слева от меня. На квартире в конце коридора находилось два звонка. Я стал звонить в оба звонка, но дверь не открывалась. Тогда я вспомнил, что общая дверь открылась, когда я позвонил в другую квартиру 57. Я подошёл к той квартире и позвонил в звонок - дверь открылась. Заходить я туда не стал. Мне не понравилось то, что я увидел. Пол квартиры был чуть ниже пола коридора. На полу была какая-то надпись. Людей в квартире не было, я крикнул туда - ни звука в ответ. Ещё в квартире было светло, как ранним утром.
Я развернулся и снова пошёл к квартире в конце коридора. Стал звонить - смотрю, двери уже нету, а на уровне звонка весит какой-то железный ящик похожий на электросчётчик синего цвета. Стена, где была дверь, тоже синего цвета. Я решил пройти сквозь его, что бы попасть в квартиру, но ударился об него головой.
Сразу понял, что это сон. Решил посмотреть на руки и одежду. Руки на этот раз выглядели, как наяву, только серого цвета, эффекта множественности линий не было. Одежда потеряла свои очертания - выглядела чем-то белым. Я перевернул руки и рассмотрел свои пальцы. Все на месте. Почувствовал, что просыпаюсь. Начал тереть ладонями друг об друга, но закрепиться не вышло. Проснулся время 8 утра.

Выводы:
1. Осознался из-за того, что попытался пройти сквозь непонятный предмет.
2. Руки были другого цвета.
3. Одежду не сумел рассмотреть - теряла свои очертания.


7 LD. Go through and acknowledge (October 10, 2011).
I walked up the floor and rang the apartments. I waited for the door to be opened. They opened the door in one, and I went inside. There was no one behind the door. I went inside with a desire to scare the one who will be in this apartment. To my right was the entrance to the dark room. The light was on right. I went to the light. I pushed back the gray curtains and shouted something to frighten the one in the room. But there was no one in the room. Only the light was on, and there was a bed. On the left was the entrance to another room, but it was also dark there. I turned the bed over. I thought that someone was hiding under it. When I turned it over, it began to resemble a table, but there was nobody under it. I turned and left the apartment, went to call other apartments closer to the lift. Rang the bell. They didn’t open for a long time, I called another call - they opened it. More precisely, the door opened; behind the door there was a common corridor for two more apartments. I went to the apartment that was at the end of the corridor. Another apartment was on my left. There were two rings in the apartment at the end of the corridor. I began to ring both rings, but the door did not open. Then I remembered that the common door opened when I called to another apartment 57. I went to that apartment and rang the bell - the door opened. I did not go in there. I did not like what I saw. The floor of the apartment was just below the floor of the corridor. There was an inscription on the floor. There were no people in the apartment, I shouted there - not a sound in return. Even in the apartment it was light, as in the early morning.
I turned and walked back to the apartment at the end of the corridor. I began to call - I look, the door is no longer there, and at the level of the bell some kind of iron box weighs like an electric meter in blue. The wall where the door was was also blue. I decided to go through it to get into the apartment, but hit my head on it.

I immediately realized that this was a dream. I decided to look at my hands and clothes. Hands this time looked like in reality, only gray, the effect of the multiplicity of lines was not. Clothing has lost its shape - it looked something white. I turned my hands over and examined my fingers. Everything is in place. I felt that I was waking up. I began to rub my palms against each other, but it was not possible to gain a foothold. I woke up at 8 a.m.

Findings:
1. Confessed due to the fact that he tried to go through an incomprehensible object.
2. The hands were a different color.
3. I could not see the clothes - I lost my outlines.

I start this dream off doing some random stuff. I was with the President Trump he was walking down a hallway with some people next to him. As much as I despised him I knew that we was not gonna be walking aound like this without having some kind of hardcore protection. I yelled at him about something but stopped when I saw some people with light grey guns that looked similar to the Nintendo power gun. Afraid of getting shot by them I ran away, back up the hall the were walking up.

Now I find myself in some weird place. It was an interior with a roof that was too high to see yet I seen red, metal support beams going up into darkness. There was water below and ledges all around. I'm walking up a carpeted ramp with a drink in my hand. I see Sonya Blade sitting on a ledge and she asks me to let her have some of my drink. I hand a baby cup like object supposed to be water in side to her. She took in and looks inside and I see what she sees it almost nothing inside and the liquid was clear with a slight green color to it. She looks at me in disgust. "eww! What a disgrace to be handing me something like this!"

I wake up right after she says it but was in SP and immediately reenters the dream fully lucid.

Angry with my subconscious I raged at her with everything I had. " Is that so? Did you really think that would work?" I violently snatched the drink back. "Gimme back my drink!" Some nerve the brain trying again to hurt me with someone I like. "You bitch!" I turned and stormed away from her, entering another room. In this room it was daylight filled with support beams holding up an unseen roof. Then I realized something despite being lucid. Sonya is a dangerous person who can kill you with just one single kiss plus she is a mortal kombat! Realizing the mistake of pissing her off I ran down a hall, through a door and saw a man up on the second balcony floor, in a room, looking at us from behind a fortified window.

I yelled for him to close the doors behind me because there is a girl who is trying to kill me." He pressed a button to close it but she got through right before they close. "now you dun trapped yourself!" she yelled at me and began storming after me.The man who was up in the window opened the door he was in and came down to confront her. "Stop!" He got in front of me, holding his hand out in front of him, blocking the woman's pursuit. She looked at him and he looked back at her. "Sonya?" She looked back at him "name?" They knew each other. Great... because why not? "I turned to him and said "why didn't you tell me about knowing each other?" He looked at me, keeping me away from Sonya. "Don't worry about it." He pressed a button on some remote device he had and the doors opened up behind Sonya. "I will not let her harm you, just get out of here. Me and her needs to talk." Sonya had lost interest in getting to me now that she has set eyes on him and was just as eager to talk to him as he was to her. I walked pass Sonya, being careful not to get to close and end up getting taken out by her leg grapple move.

After I left from there the man closed the door and I'm now in the bigger room I was in at the start of the dream. This time something has happened and this is where it gets disturbing. Some bad people were up on some ledge, dressed in all black. They were doing something bad earlier in the dream just don't know what it was since it is just too fuzzy. Anyhow they were being dropped one by one into the water I had seen earlier.

The first person was at the edge and another was behind him, pointing a gun at his head knowing his fate was inevitable he looked back at the gun pointing at him then down into the waters below and very hesitantly plunged into the water. With in seconds sharks surfaced and before he even made it back to the surface of the water, he was dragged down and torn apart. It was too deep for the blood to even make it to the surface and the water remained a weird yellow color. The shark surfaced only with the fins visible, ready for the next victim. The other person saw what happened and tried to turn and fight but was shot dead in the head and his lifeless body plunged into the water. The sharks tore him apart this time staining the water a red color.

The third person was brought up as the gunman laughed. "you're next!" He grabbed him by the hair and forced him up onto the board. My vision shifted to where I was behind the man as he was thrown to the unforgiving beasts below. I turned and looked at the Gunman and he said. "The show is over" but a third person came out from behind him and when I turned to look at the aftermath of the feeding below I was pushed from behind and plunged into the yellowy red swirly water. It would have been all over I even felt myself lock up under there as I was supposed to be dead and would be all over but I was too Lucid and strong for that and the sharks didn't attack me, instead they helped me swam back up and resurfaced in the water, looking up to see who did it. The crowd there was amazed to see me still alive and the one and only person to ever resurfaced that body of water.

It was non other then Sonya blade who pushed me."You Bitch!" I yelled at her. She was displeased at seeing me still alive and swimming with the sharks as one surfaced behind me. I turned to it and Sonya smiled at thinking it was over. But instead it rolled over on its side, revealing a nasty gash wound on it. The sharks were not killing for sport, they were forced into this. they are scared and want to be freed. It righted itself and swam gently into me. I seen a purple fin behind him, but it quickly went underwater before I can fully grasp what it was. "what was..." The injured shark nudged into me again, diverting my attention to it. I held on to him and with my powers began to heal him.

Sonya and the gunman looked in amazement as a bright light formed around me and the shark, healing him. After I was done with him I push him towards an opening that lead out to the open seas. He floated away peacefully and another injured shark with a broken side fin came to me. I also noticed bits and pieces of other shark parts like fins floating in the water along with bits a flesh and bone. Some of the parts in here were old and decomposed. I can't stand to be swimming in this stuff not a second longer. "we need to get out of here. Right now."

The other sharks seemed to agree and began swimming out to freedom one by one with the last one being a rare hammerhead shark with a very peculiar purple color.I was going to go back and take care of Sonya but the hammerhead grabbed me on the way out to get me out of that place and into the clean open blue water. I turned to it only to realize who that purple hammerhead shark was.

I'm in a shady street with my dad and another man. Dad is complaining about a car he has, i turn around and see a red car that looks like an old Honda Crx, and some shady looking five guys trying to fit in it while yelling to each other, i turn to my father with "wtf eyes" and he tells me "they will take the car to a shop to get it fixed". I just think what a stupid idea...

I wake up in a wonderful tree house with lots of windows around. My friend from highschool pastes a note to one of my windows, i'm trying to make him see me but he doesn't. I take the note and look at it, it says something about school and money. I decide to follow him but i lose him on the way so i decide to go to the school, thinking he can be there. The school looks like a mall.

I'm in a very crowded class and i see people from all types, teens, old people, casual looking, formal looking... I talk to some people very briefly, then an old man invites me over and i talk to him about some stuff i don't remember but he had this mobster vibe. Teacher comes and lesson starts. I sit at the very back but i can't fit as the class is too crowded. I change where i sit two times, and now i'm sitting one back from frontmost at the right with a guy from my age. I tell him i'm not comfortable with my jeans and want to change into sweatpants and want him to not change his position for cover. He says ok so i take of my jeans and the guy just gets up and leaves. I don't care about it too much and as i put on my sweatpants i see another of my highschool friend. She waves and i wave back.

We're at a break and another mobster looking old man with gray suit calls me over. I go near him and his three friends, he tells me he's gonna kill the other old guy. I say it is fine by me and i don't care. Class starts and a guy is doing some presentation. Suddenly Tokio Hotel - Monsoon starts to play (?) and the girl i know from highschool starts to sing it by looking at me while trying not to laugh, i accompany her and people start to laugh, we can't continue either and laugh too.

I really needed to pee at this point so i excuse myself and try to find the restrooms, After looking for a long time, i find them but the restroom has a gate and the lady says it's closed because the school is about to close. Well thats what happens when a school looks like a mall i say to myself and get out of there.

I'm walking towards a coastline and my plan is get something to eat and use the restroom there. There are lots of giant caterpillar corpses on the ground, crushed by cars or something. Then i see lots of cameras and Katy Perry looking like a mess. The five shady looking guys that my dad gave the car? They are there too and they are making fun of her.

Now i'm watching these on the TV. As the background music they choose Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen for a reason (Altough in the dream i was sure it was Katy Perry's song). Katy Perry was in her yacht and it started leaking. She had to get on the shore by a floatable boat. I wasn't interested in the details so i changed the channel, there was a documentary about these three birds. One of them is a gray mockingbird, the other two are yellow wood warblers. One of the yellow bird was always climbing on top of the gray bird and it was adorable

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm in a big room without ends. I am there with William, Rolf, Simon and some other people I can't recall. The floor is bouncy and we have a competition who can make the best flips. There is a pit we compete in and some kind of electronic device who is judging our flips. I am really good and get 0.27 better score than William. Rolf is almost out of his mind talking out loud how someone can be as good as I am. Later on the floor is not as bouncy.

I walk into my brother's room and it's chaos. His mattress is laying sideways, leaning on the the bed up against the roof. I lay on the bed and realize it's a dream. I walk up to the dinner room and do my RC but I'm not sure if it's a dream so I have to do it three times to be sure. I walk outside and as I do the dream fades. I stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands together and against my face. It works. I walk to the sheds and notice that one of them is open. I look in and see a small TV-screen that plays a childrens' movie about birds. It's one of those we had attached to the car when I was small so we could watch on movies on long trips. When I look towards the other side I see a really big, orange field mouse. It's bigger than my hand, but it's not afraid, only curious of me. I suddenly wonder what I should do in the dream and remember my dreaming goals. I try to remember how the dream started but it's really hard. I think it started with me walking into my little brother's room. I don't have any will to fly or anything so I just sit on the ground to meditate. As I sit down the dream fades and I feel my real body little by little. I have never exited a dream to the real life that smoothly.

I wake up in my room and do my RC. Yes! It's a dream. I go to the window and open it. But as I open the window I suddenly fall to the left side and then to right side. My balance is letting me down. I manage to climb the window. I'm not sure it's a dream anymore and think to myself that I am going to die if I jump out of the window in real life. I do my RC and am now sure that it's a dream. I fly out of the window and decide that I will practice my flying this time. I fly to the left but instead of flying forward I fly up. I can't control my flying. There is another person flying and she is really old. I inspect her and suddenly she flies backwards. I can't control my flying and I also fly backwards, then forward, then backwards etc. It's smooth and I realize I fall like a leaf from a tree. From side to side. The old lady did the same. When we land on the ground I speak with the old woman, asking her if she wants to hang out. She denies. A girl in my age comes and I ask her if she wants to hang out. She says yes, but as she does, the old woman interrupts and says that she wants to hang out with me. I know that she did so because she is jealous of the young woman. I say okey and we walk the city. I get lost in the dreaming story and lose my lucidity As I and the old woman walk there is another old woman. We say hi and ask if she wants to join us. There are now two old women walking next to me. As we walk over the first pedestrian crossing to Hemmakväll from our house there is another old woman that joins us. The dream suddenly dissapears My dreams usually fade away and I can't recall a single time a dream has ended that abruptly.

I don't know where the next dream started but I know I was lucid and remembered to test out the teleportation through mirror skill.

I'm outside my house and I try to summon a mirror. It comes up in an instant and I see my room through the mirror. I jump into the mirror, afraid that I won't come through if I don't use force. It succeeded! I teleportated into my room! I am really happy. I don't remember how the dream ended.

Possible recurring elements: Freerunning, cousins, my brother and chaos, TV-screens, vermins.

Notes: I sometimes do flips and I had weekly freerunning practice before. The floor in the first dream almost was like the floor in the practice hall but thinner and didn't sound when you jumped on it. I don't want my dreams to boost my ego by putting DCs who say I am incredible. I feel a little bit stupid and almost like it is I who wants to be acknowledged and that it is why the dream did that. Me and my mom talked about acknowleding other people yesterday. Maybe that is the explanation to the dream, and that freerunning is my most safty bet how to get acknowledged. Wow, I would have never got that insight if I didn't write like this. I now realized that freerunning is the easiest way to get people to say "wow" and get people to notice me. My brother's life is in chaos and I think that his badly cleaned room was a sign of that. I will try to help him fix his life more activly now. I should always start my lucidity with trying to sense if the dream needs stabilization. By doing so I can have longer and more realistic dreams. The field mouse was there because we have recently got rats in our house. Now when I think about it the field mouse standed right next to one of the rat traps on our site. But the rat trap was not in the dream. I wonder why I didn't want to fly in the first lucid dream. I always love to fly in my dreams. I think I dreamt about the old ladies because yesterday Monica and Klaus were here. They talked with me and my parents about old people.

ОС 6 Эксперимент с одеждой и зеркалом (9 октября 2011)

Я находился на кухне, одевался, куда-то опаздывал. Став одеваться понял, что я во сне. Думаю, взгляну на одежду. На мне чёрная футболка с изображением Микки Мауса (справа его лицо) и каких-то ниндзей в чёрных костюмах и с мечами (в районе живота). Кроме футболки одеты мои коричневые шорты. Далее вместо того чтобы одеваться решил наоборот снять одежду. Футболку снял нормально, зато, когда снял шорты, появились другие серые, которые наяву есть. Пришлось их тоже снимать. Без одежды я развернулся, чтобы посмотреть в зеркало, которое находится в коридоре. Зеркало приобрело мои размеры, чтобы я смог разглядеть себя полностью. Сначала я выглядел нормально, но потом появилось обвисшее пузо со складками. Я дотронулся до себя - точно пузо. Решил заново одеться. Стал подбирать одежду с пола, при этом, изменяя её на реальную, которая мне больше нравится и скатился в неосознанный сон.

Выводы:
1. Одежда отличалась от реальной. Её было невозможно снять, тут же появлялась другая одежда. В конце сна сам изменял облик одежды на нужный мне.
2. Зеркало. Во первых приобрело мои размеры. Во вторых изменилось отражение - изменился и я.

6 LD Experiment with clothes and a mirror (October 9, 2011).
I was in the kitchen, getting dressed, somewhere late. Becoming a dress realized that I was in a dream. I think I'll take a look at the clothes. I am wearing a black T-shirt with the image of Mickey Mouse (his face on the right) and some kind of ninja in black suits and with swords (in the abdomen). In addition to t-shirts, my brown shorts are dressed.
Further, instead of dressing, I decided on the contrary to take off my clothes. I took off my t-shirt normally, but when I took off my shorts, other gray ones appeared, which are in reality. I had to shoot them too. Without clothes, I turned to look in the mirror, which is located in the corridor. The mirror has become my size so that I can see myself completely. At first I looked fine, but then came a sagging belly with pleats. I touched myself - like a belly. I decided to get dressed again. I began to pick up clothes from the floor, at the same time changing it to real, which I like more and rolled into an unconscious dream.

Findings:
1. Clothing was different from real. It was impossible to take it off, immediately other clothes appeared. At the end of the dream, I myself changed the appearance of the clothes to the one I needed.
2. The mirror. First acquired my size. Secondly, the reflection has changed - I have changed.