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I was at the mall with my family. We were just walking around, not doing anything in particular. Then I saw a poster advertising the K-ON! movie. Apparently it was being shown in theaters. I told my mom that we should go see it, but she got mad for some reason. She said I got her sick (I'm sick actually). I left the mall and went out into a field. There were rows of plants growing. I decided that this would be my new home, for some reason. Then I met a man there, who was dressed like a farmer. He was going to live with me. While walking around I found a huge tree. I went under it and there was an old man there. He was already living in this field. Mom tried to call but I didn't answer it.

I was at a Chinese restaurant with my little brother. We ordered what we wanted, but the lady taking our order kept getting confused. Mike wanted noodles dipped in frosting, but the lady sent out chicken. My order (sesame chicken) was fine, but she kept screwing his up. It reminds me of a dream I had when I was a waiter, actually.

My dreams seemed to happen early in the morning today.

I was at a technology school. There were all these different floor to the school and I ended up getting stuck on the top floor. There were crowds of people in these hallways and these section of elevators that looked like space shuttles that launched into outer-space. It was dark and dim and there was a greenish sci-fy glow to everything. I knew somehow that I had to get to the bottom of this building that seemed like a school but had some sort of other use, it was really eerie. I somehow got to a less crowded part of this other floor that made me freakout a bit. I wanted out of the building and out of the situation where elevators where the only option to get out.

After this, I ended up in a different situation. I was with someone that looked like my cousin and close friend combined. Somehow this was both of them. We were going to see a movie but somehow there was a confusing situation where we got lost/didn't have any money/and we were just overwhelmed. It was really hot outside. So hot that this person with me who was bi-racial skin turned pinkish red from the heat. This was a reality check, but it wasn't an obvious one. we ended up finding my mom who picked us up and took us home after we had walked around a mall area with a movie theater for what seemed like hours getting nothing done and having absolutely no fun.

the next dream was where there was an event happening. It first started out that this event was run by the military and they were going to shoot missiles on our own country. I was flying around looking for answers to why this was happening. They launched the missiles and I saw the missile explode from a distance, but then it was like I was watching all this in a movie theater. the event turned around, we were celebrating culture. Most of it was very festive and involved people cos-playing as there favorite characters, mostly from japan culture. I was lost, both in my mind and in the situation. I was wondering about why I haven't been dreaming about family and if I have why didn't I stick with them for long (they also didn't appear to be family). After I was done thinking about this I spotted a DC schoolmate that I have no recollection of knowing in RL. She grabbed onto me and told me that she had to find someone else too. We got caught in this crowd/parade of people that were going a certain direction towards an event or something to that cause. I was still very disoriented. This girl held onto me for a very long time making sure I did not loose her. I was thinking about my relation to her. At this time I did not know who she was but she looked familiar. It was like my mind was putting people I have seen before faces together to create a unique DC. It was like we were being pulled by a tide of people passing by. While with this girl things started to turn into a memory, like when I was in elementary school. I lost the girl somehow and was alone on a school field trip with different schools. It was like a school field trip but other schools were involved too. You could tell this was true because every student from a different elementary school wore a certain colored shirt with the school logo on it. I was apparently one of the students, I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade. It was time to leave the field trip place which was like Peter Piper Pizza and a museum in one. It was hectic because people were still hungry after lunch, some people were upset because they didn't get buy anything, and others had already lined up to get on the buses. The dream ended where I was standing next to a counter that had food and beverages while I was looking at kids leaving which consisted of sitting in a chair in a row that was separated by each school and disappearing in thin air while sitting in this chair. Before the dream ended for good, I looked at this shelf that had soda on it. It was separated by flavors but it was all the same brand. The brand was called "Dad's soda" I thought it was a generic brand and thought about how it was different. I then woke up, slowly.

I've trained myself to initiate these states of mind. Where I feel 4D as such. An idea that I thought of like the Pokémon "Snorlax" can completely engulf me, then spit me out until it is a thousand miles away. Then a cats claw completely engulf me and put me into trance states. I am completely conscious, my heart beats aggressively and I breath hard.

I induce these states by using dance/techno music which I am very familiar with. Then I play it in my mind before I to bed, I then speed it up. Then my eyes go f'd up and start spazing up as well with my eyebrow muscles. I begin to hallucinate, ideas begin to engulf me, feels like nothing I've felt before. Makes an orgasm look/feel like nothing.

I've once done it so music plays in my mind without me thinking about it. I feel that I am rising and that the music comes from heaven. I feel this Past 3D like 4D maybe. It's amazing.

My theory for this is that I have trained myself by accident to release dimethytriptamine or DMT in my mind to cause these hallucinations. These completely overwhelming, beautiful hallucinations. As I continue reading I think that the Buddhist monks have also used what I do to enter the Astral plane, and move their spirit body, I can see how they believe in these spirits, though I am not religious.

Also, I have not taken any Psychadelic drugs either.
I think I will try to make an OBE with my technique and mabe initiate lucid dreams. But for now these 4D hallucinations feels so amazing/beautiful,
I would like to show you my methods for any people wanting to. They can be very tiring but really worth it, I feel reborn after the 10mins.

I also can make electric shivering feelings on demand too.

So, what do you think? Do you recon that I can activate my peneal gland to produce DMT on demand? Do you recon with my technique I can go in Lucid dreams or OBE on demand?

I've forgotten to write this couple past days, as I'm going to sleep a bit sporadically. I have barely mantained my recall streak, which now streches to 17 days. I have one long dream from the past picked to write here next, but as I am tired and want to get to bed asap, I'm going to share the short dream I had last night.

Toilet Paper
Date: January 17th, 2012
Lucid: No

I was hanging out with one of my former buddies. He isn't my buddy any more, in fact I hate him these days, but for some reason I was following him around as we walked all over the place. He had a bicycle and I walked along. We came to the center of my home village (it's a really small place, just a church, shop, bank and the post office). One of my former classmates from high school (which ended for me back in 2007) was walking away from the bus stop, as if he had been to school and just got back with the bus. There have been tons of dreams I've had where I've been back in high school despite it ending nearly five years ago. Again this made me think whether I missed the school. Then I remember thinking that it was supposed to be some holiday, but apparently it wasn't.

Anyway I walked past my classmate and kind of felt badass for skipping school. My ex-buddy continued downhill away from the center of the village and I was following him despite not knowing where the hell we were going. He had said to me something before we continued, but I don't remember what it was.

All the sudden some guy with a powerful motorcycle sped past me, just avoiding hitting me. Then he leaned as close to the ground as possible and sliced the bicycle from beneath my ex-buddy. I just watched how the bicycle got smashed and wasn't worried about my ex-buddy - it was a very clean hit, and as it turned out, the guy did it on purpose. Such stunts wouldn't be possible in real life, obviously.

I didn't know the guy with the motorcycle. After making my ex-buddy fall off his bicycle he stopped and came to talk to us. I asked why he did that. Apparently my asshole ex-buddy had taken some of his money or something. Then I had the urge to compliment him for the nice skills he had with the motorcycle, but for some reason I didn't say anything. I guess I was a bit intimidated of him. He seemed a cool, if a bit simple guy.

All the sudden he had some toilet paper rolls in his hands. He throw three of them for me and seemed to gesture like they were the reward. For what? I hadn't done anything. Besides, some reward. Then again, you always need toilet paper. Meanwhile some people had gathered all over the place. Everybody was looking at me with my hands full of toilet paper. I asked if I should juggle with them jokingly, but nobody got the joke, instead I got a serious answer "no."

I accidentally dropped one of the rolls. I tried to look for it in the ground, but I guess the dream was a bit unclear as I didn't find it. I also felt silly for looking for some toilet paper, so I just let go.

Some time passed and something happened. People started moving on. I noticed my muscles being stiff and all and said that "all this standing made me stiff". I soon added "I guess it still beats just sitting down all day". There was some girls in the background. For some reason I seemed to care about what they thought about what I said and wondered about it.

That's about it. That's nothing special really, but just nice to have something more recent here once in a while.

http://http://youtu.be/KXfrqsbMULo


~Most of the dreams iv had prior to the dram journal always seem to have some sort of strong poetic justice, and strong, sexual, and explicit conduct, always with back ground music , or recited poetry underlining in the back ground as if im being guided by some sort of deep higher being, and always leaves me feeling as if im meant to discover something more beautiful, and natural about my self and the world....followed by an intense feeling of sadness and loneliness...and a deep need to make love and and let out bottled up passion...~

~The first ting that comes to mind when i think of my dreams is the reoccurring dream i have had off and on for months now,( the strongest reason for starting the dream journal.) It always has the man with out a face..the man who i feel deep , deep lust for... in these dreams...who only comes to me in my dreams...He makes great love to me , exploring all of the sexually stimulating areas of my body (leaving out sexually explicit detales), and all of the greatest ways, better than i think i could possibly imagine.... although this may seem sensual and sexy for me at the time of the dream....i always wake up thinking of the man with no face...wandering who this man is ...i always wake up remembering, how hot and dramatically sexy he has made me feel...and a strong feeling of lust and longing for him, a man with no face ,that i do not know...
This is the reason i want to be able to become more lucid in my dreams.....and ive even thought that perhaps i may be heaving a shared dream with someone....whatever the case may be, im desperately seeking answers, and control....~

[I]Relatively normal dreaming, I'd say.[/I]

[B]1.[/B]It's another Christmas/holiday party dream. Initially beginning in an old family room, the festivities gradually found themselves to be in more of a large hotel ballroom.

The main detail I recall is approaching a little cousin on "her level" and confronting her about why she feels she can get away with hitting and speaking hatefully to others. Our back-and-forth logical dispute quickly became the main point of attention within the party. It ended with her pinky promising not to pinch people again, "forever," and everyone in the room went nuts like it's midnight on New Years.

That's when I tried to make my way outside the french doors and to the restrooms. The hallway felt a bit like that of a high school.


[B]2.[/B] And as I was writing "her level," I remembered an earlier dream. I was at a friend's place and as I opened her front door, a cat came inside and ran through her living room and out her porch door. Her cat proceeded to follow and also escape outside. The scene consisted basically of me trying to recover her kitty. And then I was giving it a bath in an invented, very tiny space between her living room and porch. It ended with me in the bath myself.

17th of January
22nd LD
Dream.Lucid.Comments/awake

Something about some talent show, I got a sudden urge to run through a dark forest at night. I had a flashlight with me. The forest contained a bears and wolfs, but I just ran past them, even jumped over one of the wolfs. Finally after running for 5 minutes, I arrived to a backyard. The backyard looked exactly like mine. Suddenly two wolves charged towards me, but I started kicking them, then I leaped over them. An afro-american man came to the scene with a chainsaw, but somehow he knew why I kicked his dogs. (The wolves were his dogs) He dropped the chainsaw and laughed, then I suddenly knew it was a dream. Well did a little stabilising, then I (for no reason) pushed him, he flew a little and laughed. He pushed me back I flew way more. I asked him how he did it. He started teaching me about using elements. (Possible DG?) After a while of teaching, my brother showed up and he started throwing logs at me. For the first time in LDs I super jumped. Managed to jump on my roof, but I fell down. Started losing the dream.

Well that was my first DJ entry. I will be posting more of my lucids and awesome dreams.

~This was the the first conscious attempt to change a dream while lucid~

The lucid part of this dream was only a few moments long, I remember the exact moment that i knew i was dreaming....in the dream it was thunder storming....the wind was howling and i can here crashing noises in the distance,then a large bolt of lightning....i was out side when i know i was lucid and i could feel the raindrops hitting me in the face....i was looking straight up into the sky,and i remember thinking to my self how nice it would be to change the colors of the swirling clouds...i was standing in a field with only a few trees...i can here the sound of the leaves rustling in the tornado like wind...i am looking straight up into the dark grey and almost black clouds...i imagine my favorite color of sea foam green...then swirls of purple....at that moment i believe i was startled by my ability to change the color of the sky.
It was then i awoke....i fell back asleep with the intentions of trying again....but i couldn't remember anything else when i awoke for morning.

Basically, I am now taking a completely different approach to Lucid Dreaming and life in general. I read a post on how to Command the Subconscious Mind, and it repeated exactly what my Health teacher said, so now it is really drilled in my head. Here's the link - it's awesome: http://ld4all.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=37023

Anyway, back to the LD. This was not long nor was it truly exciting like the last, but I still had control for the time being and altered my dream tremendously.

Aliens attacked the earth and I saved this one guy from the aliens. He was a big dude, about my age, maybe a little older. We got back to his house and his mom commanded us to fight to the death. I thought to myself, "man, I am dreaming; I don't have to actually fight." So instead, I told the guy, "rather than fighting to the death, let's team up and fight the aliens together". He thought it was a good idea so we became teammates for the rest of the dream, which was then not Lucid anymore.


This looks pretty silly, but it really tells me that I am getting better at Lucid Dreaming. I didn't have anything strange of anything out of the ordinary at that point of time, and I just thought to myself without doing a reality check, so this may be going somewhere.


*interesting note - my pocket knife that I normally have on me was shaped slightly differently than in real life. Rather than being pointed straight up, it was slanted about 170 degrees.

I can remember a small segment of one of the dreams I had last night. It took place at my dads old house. I had a penguin balloon that I was showing off to everybody some people I knew others I did not. I told someone I was calling it pengin and i said its spelled the same just without the u. Their reply was that penguin was spelled pengeine and i was wrong for using the u. I didn't question the persons spelling and assumed I was wrong. Eventually I handed it off to someone else who just let it go. I was worried I was going to lose it but it got stuck in a tree. Someone else got it down from the tree for me. That's all I remember from that dream.

17.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I started to remember more dreams as I was typing the first 3.

Dream 1:

I'm inside some area where there are several mini-water thanks. The whole setting has a brown color to it with shades of black etc. I think the floor had a little water on it.

There were these guards that looked similar to the ones you see in MGS2 when you get to the part where you're in Arsenal Gear.



I think I'm spectating what's happening or playing as the person. I try to shoot some guards, and I think a few die from the bullets, but then it gets harder to shoot them.

I tried going for head shots on them, but somehow the bullets didn't work, probably because they had those helmets, but it should've worked either way because in the actual game their armor wasn't an issue at all.

There were a few times where the guards would alert that there's an intruder, and I would shoot a few of them before they made a final report to HQ. Then one guard manages to succeed to call more backup.

I can't remember what else I was doing in the dream.

Dream 2:

I'm inside of a store and I'm running inside and then I as I'm running, I do a dive shot to the floor because I'm hiding from some random DC eating a piece of cheddar cheese or something (the thing they were eating looked dark yellow/ light orange).

Then I think I go back outside and head for a vehicle to go into, the whole setting was set at night.

All I remember for that one.

Dream 3:

I'm playing Resident Evil 4 again, and I'm still not sure if I was playing as Ada Wong(she wears a long red dress) or actually am her. I do know that I was playing Separate Ways though.



I started out in the village and normally you start out near the church where you're trying to help Leon not get over killed by the zombies coming inside the house he's locked himself in.

I run a little bit near to the right to a location where all zombies would come in one at a time (I think it's an actual method called the Spartan method or something that you could use as Leon so you won't get raped by zombies), and I see the chainsaw guy come a bit too early. He comes after me and I try shooting him with the Chicago Typewriter, which should've killed him easily, but he just keeps coming after me.





(Never in my mind did I think that if I shot him in the knee instead, I could've done a fan kick and do more damage than the shit damage the Chicago Typewriter was unleashing in this dream).

He gets close to me and he starts cutting Ada Wong's head off slowly with his axe, of course Ada is trying to resist, and I even get to shoot the guy one more time before he chops all of her head off.

I didn't see a game over though, it just restarted by itself. I'm back in the village and I decided to run like hell to the entrance to get to the village, and then turn around and just started to shoot all of the zombies. The Chainsaw guy (Dr. Salvador) is running incredibly fast compared to the actual game.

He's just running like a retard towards me, and he's not even holding the chainsaw right, he's holding it like a sword I think when he's running (if he kept it up, he'd probably cut himself off).

I aim the gun at him, but I can't remember what happened next.

Ada Wong...lady in red....the signs are getting more obvious now for me.

Dream 4:

I'm inside a house and the house across from me is having their music on really loud. Some DC said they were playing Muslim music.

Dream 5:

I see Toguro at 85% of his power (in the English dub of Yu Yu Hakusho) and Sensui in his Sacred Energy Armor. The dream was a bit random, it involved helping Sensui kill Toguro, and then he would be facing me I think.



Toguro was about to shoot someone, probably me, I don't know, but Sensui is right behind him.

I don't know what else happened but Sensui was talking to me about a group of people called "Naturalist" or something like that?

Dream 6:

I'm Snake again from MGS2 in his outfit when he used the alias Pliskin. I think I'm from the tanker level, the first level I believe, and I had to shoot some guards from above. Then someone tells me that those guards need to stay alive.



So I had to dash towards the guards that fell onto ground level who were above and inject some kind of reviving aid to wake them up before they died. I had to inject them quick because in my mind there was a timer somewhere on the syringe I was using, so the injections weren't really accurate, I even saw a small black hole when I took the syringe out of one guard.



I immediately go to the far right end of the ship and hide in a cardboard box, but then it turns into a towel, so I quickly had to move my body to cover my whole body. Then I saw a towel to the left of me and covered myself even more.

As the guards were waking up, some lady who looks like a girl I knew in my AP Government class, let's call her "Dian" I think she was doing some kind of fancy dance flinging her wrists smoothly in front of them, and as they were recovering, they're wondering what the hell is going on.

Dream 7:

My father is saying that I should get familiar with the terms my friends are using and says "Boatski." I knew something was wrong here and asked him, "Don't you mean Broski?" And then he has that expression that said "Ooooh" and laughs in embarrassment.

He leaves, and I see a Blackberry Phone with some small yellow objects attached with clear tape on the bottom. (I guess he was trying to make a Boat out of a Blackberry?)

It is early morning, still dark outside. I have just walked down the stairs from my room. There is a gumball machine in the middle of the kitchen that dispenses tea. I grab a glass from the cubord and get some. I think it is odd that there is a gumball machine in the living room, one that dispenses tea at that, but I don't really think about the significance of it. I almost take a sip, but I notice that my hand is very hot, so I set the glass down and go get an ice cube out of the freezer. the tea disolves the ice cube in less than thirty seconds. I can tell it has cooled down, but I decide to get a glass of water before drinking the tea. I grab another glass from the cubord, and drink some water. I notice a sticky note on the gumball machine, it says to take the gumball machine outside at 2:15 AM. I get up early, but not that early. It says to bring the machine back inside at 5 something in the morning. I look out the window into the blackness, I wake up.

So last night I remembered two dreams. These were the first two dreams I had remembered in a while, and I know it had to do with starting a DJ. I can't remember which happened first, but I have a general idea. No lucid dreams.

Dream 1:
I am skiing at some ski resort that reminds me of Alta, Utah. There are random people just walking all over the run I am skiing down. I am with my dad. The run also has a bunch of rocks. I then go off one, and fall in to a hole and slide down.

Dream 2:
I am sitting in a room talking with two of my friends. We talk about how it would suck to be stranded on an island, with planes just flying right over you. I then say, "Wouldn't it suck if you were stranded on an island and a plane flies right above you?" (I don't know why I said that lol!)

In which I'm watching a television that has a colored coded icon clock...

I'm watching television with my father. Starting in the lower left-hand corner and then continuing up and around the square edge of the screen are a series of icons similar to the windows on the desktops of computers. The pictures are of random objects with different themes. Beach icons include a sandal, a flamingo, an umbrella. Vehicle icons include a tractor, a firetruck, a backhoe. The icons light up and change colors.

I ask my dad to explain what they are, and he explains how it is an elaborate system for telling time. You tell the hour based on which theme is highlighted and the minute based on which color the icons are.


In which I almost lose the dogs... yet again...

It seems like I've been dreaming some variation on this dream for weeks now.

I'm still with my father. We are eating cheese enchiladas at a Tex-Mex restaurant and sitting in a booth next to a window. The window is framed in a heavy cloth curtain of green, red and white like the Mexican flag. We can see Lucy and Butchie outside, tied up to a pole in the sidewalk on the other side of the window.

I go to the bathroom in the back of the restaurant but the door is locked. I push it open and there is a homeless women who I know standing in the middle of the dingy bathroom.

"There's no toilet," she tells me, confused. I look around the room. It is built of crumbling bricks. The room is wet and smells of mold. Not only is there no toilet, there is no sink either.

I leave, and my father and I go out into the parking lot. We get inside his blue pickup truck. Just as we are about to leave, I look in the bed of the truck and see that the dogs are missing. My father says that we left them in his white telephone company van. So we get out of the truck and walk around the parking lot looking for his van. Finally we find it, but the dogs are not there either. The homeless woman lives in the van now.

The homeless woman tells us that she has been looking for the dogs for 24 hours. She shows us a journal that she's been keeping of her searches. She turns to a page that has hand-drawn maps of the city, including restaurants, alleyways and fields. She has scribbled notes and drawings on the pages, and she tells me to read what she's written. I look at the pages, but I can't make sense of it. It's like reading another language. She takes the book back and begins to explain.

"Whence does the earth procure its food?" she reads, "Water fell from the sky twice since they started scratching, but food has not yet come." She shows me a chart that she says shows the weather since the dogs disappeared.

Then Butchie ran up to us, excitedly. He was barking and wagging his tail. He wanted us to chase him, so we followed him to an alleyway behind the restaurant where Lucy was hiding, scared. She was fine, just a little hungry.


In which I fight for a hospital bed in an institution...

I'm returning to some sort of institution. The building is huge, like a multi-story hospital or college building, but it is mostly empty. It's also hard to get around. Most of the doors are locked. I spend some time in stair wells and looking into the doors of rooms, not sure if I should enter.

The dream is hazy now. There is a room with an older woman with gray hair and glasses leading a group of women in what appears to be some sort of exercise routine. She does not seem friendly, I am late, and for some reason I also know that I've done something to make her annoyed with me. I can't really remember this part of the dream.

Then I'm upstairs in a hospital ward with white walls and tile. The environment is sterile and cold, and there is a row of twin beds with crisp white sheets and hard pillows. I go to one of the beds which I know to be mine. There is a tall, broad-shouldered and big-boned young woman with beautiful thick and shiny black hair in my bed. She is obviously drugged and not quite awake, so I'm nervous about making her move. She is wearing fashionable stretch jeans, tucked inside her black boots, and a long-sleeved shirt. She is a big woman, but not overweight. She looks curvy and very strong. Because she is out of her mind, I'm worried that she might become violent if I'm too insistent.

I ask her to move and tell her this is my bed. She obliged me by rolling over. I tell her that I can't share the bed with her because my husband will be here soon. She starts to talk nonsense, and it occurs to me that she is dreaming. A nurse comes over and tells her that I'm correct and that she must move. She takes the black haired woman away. I climb into bed, relieved and eager to get some sleep. I'm exhausted.

When I pull down the sheets, I discover the homeless woman from the previous dream curled up at the foot of my bed as if she were a cat. She looks up at me with friendly eyes, and I remember that she is insane. Then I realize that we are in a mental institution and that I am insane also. I'm not allowed a bed to myself. I only get 1/3 of the bed. I have to share the other 2/3 with other people. Since I'm insane, this seems fair. I curl up in the bed and don't remember anymore.




NOTE: Even more than usual, these dreams were just a series of images from things that have recently happened to me in real life. Some things I noticed right off:

• cheese enchiladas from my conversation with A about Tex-Mex in London,
• the hospital imagery from taking K to surgery yesterday,
• the icons on the TV were the same as on the mobiles that were really hanging above the hospital beds,
• television from the conversation with E,
• the elaborate clock from the Radiolab podcast,
• the homeless woman is the drunk that played with the dogs down at the river,
• the little investigation book she made was just like my gardening journal,
• the line from Investigations of a Dog that I read yesterday while waiting on K,
• bathroom issues from the work on our bathroom,
• the various vehicles (Dad's blue pickup was my first vehicle and then later he gave me his work van) probably appeared because we just got a new car,
• the exercise class like mine at the Y,
• the not-friendly gray woman was like my former Physiology professor,
• and the anxiety about institutions and feeling out of place is because classes start up again tomorrow.

Therefore, these dreams are the most Wizard of Oz-like I've ever had: You were there, and you were there, and you and you and you... The brain works in weird ways!