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28.09.2011

I become Zeus within a dream and went Trick or Treat (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going with Ana in a car trip. She was going to drive as I felt very tired. It was getting dark, so I got comfortable in my car and tried to fall asleep.

I found myself in a small town and realized that since I went to sleep in the car, I was dreaming (funny, accepting the reality of a dream, but not realized I went to sleep in a dream) I was in front of a big mountain. Such mountain was filled by houses and stores. I took a small flight to make my dream crystal clear and immediately recalled the ToTM.

I thought about transforming again into God Phoenix, but I realized that was a Roman God and not a Greek one. I decided to aim for Zeus. I started to visualize lighting bolts sparkling within my hands. Soon, I started to grow. My arms and chest became very muscular and I grew up in size. I suddenly had a huge lighting bolt in my hand. A voice told me I was Zeus and I owned the Master Bolt.








I figured with the basic done, I needed a costumer, but again, as it was a dream, I really did not care about it. I flew to one of the homes on the mountain and knocked the door requested trick or treat.
A kid opened the door and gave me a small purple ball. I tasted it. It was like strawberries.

With both task done, I decided to try to project, but suddenly I felt my dream body moving abruptly.

I woke up in the car. We had an accident and the dream turned third person. My parents where there and they were talking with my wife. She was freaking out due the accident. I tried to ask her what happened, but she was too nervous to talk.
A little after, I woke up for real.

Lucid Non-lucid

I was inside of a normal dream, though I do not remember it much at all. I became lucid, and it felt like I was forcing it by grabbing the thought and refusing to let go untill I understood it. I didnt stay lucid long, but I remember somehow getting to the top of a impossibly tall tree and looking down, contemplating whether or not to jump.

Date: 29/10/11
Time: ~9am
Memory Clarity: 8/10
My IRL friend, Dean and I were just finished inflitrating some kind of compound. We came out of the vents of the building into the main interior, which was a school. There were students there, packing up the chairs and tables as it was the end of the year. I observe this happening, when suddenly I feel myself begin to wake up - I was beginning to feel my real-life body. I focused extremely hard on maintaining the dream and lo and behold, it worked! The dream resumed, with the exact same scene, except because of the almost awakening I was now lucid.

I was fairly excited, and turned to Dean to tell him but he wasn't there, so I made him walk through the doorway and told him 'Hey Dean, we're in a lucid dream!' Dean replies 'A history dream!?' and runs off somewhere. I simply looked around the area, and saw a DC who I'm pretty sure was a substitute teacher from my school. She and another student approached me, and we made small talk about dreams, which I can't remember exactly, but the teacher said, 'If you're in a dream, why aren't you doing more crazy things,' to which I replied 'I just feel like relaxing.' And it was relaxing - I observed the surroundings and noticed how real it seemed. Soon after the dream collapsed.


I'm fairly proud of this; it's been a while since my last lucid. This is the first time I've ever been able to retain the dream when about to awake, which was cool too. I suppose that makes it a DEILD?

NOTE: Here I am! I now have 10/12 tasks done! I was so happy to break my 17 day dryspell. This has been one of my top three worst dryspells since I joined DV.

Lucidity: 3

Vividness: 3

Here I am...a slave. A prisoner. Trapped. Hopeless. Doomed to be slaved forever. Working for these worthless bastards. The work is harsh, as well as the Sun. Having a family to manage(I don't actually manage a family in real life though) doesn't make it any easier. With low food supply and too many hours of work, a family isn't easy to manage by yourself. I'm sick of all this bullshit now. I have decided to make plans to escape with my family and get to safety...away from this hellish place. A man comes to the home I'm slaved at, and he gives me $700 to give to the female owner. He leaves, but I go upstairs to my room with the money. I hide it in my clothes drawer. I have a surprisingly good room for a slave though. However, a man comes to inspect my room. He finds the money, and man is he pissed. I sure ain't no indentured servant, so I shouldn't have any money! This man decides to snitch away to the house owner. But, I now suddenly become lucid! Oh bitch I time this shit just fine! I run up to the window now. I appear to be in my brother's room now at my real life home. Um...okay. So, I now jumped through the window, and I drop two stories onto the parking lot. Aha! I know what I need to do! The Grease TOTY! I now use the turn around method to summon myself a black Mustang, and Greased Lightning. John Travolta(I think his character's name was Danny though...) is sitting in Greased Lightning, ready to race. I now get into my Mustang. Now, we begin the race. I am easily speeding past that piece of shit he calls a race car. Our race progresses for quite sometime, but the dream began to become a lot more vivid. I do recall winning though. But just barely. I soon awake.

Lucidity: 0
Vividness: 2

I am currently at the library. Obviously it looks nothing like it should. The lights are also dimmed for some odd reason. I'm scanning through their collection on manga. I now run across a manga called "No Bra"(This manga does exist! It's really fucked up, but it's hilarious and the story line ain't half bad). I pick it up, and I begin to skim through it. Soon, a smokin' hot brunette asks me to come to her house. I don't refuse and I go. This girl is actually lesbian. She has a blonde girlfriend. The brunette says that she wants help filming a zombie movie with her girlfriend. I decide, ah what the hell? Sure! So, we submerge the house in about 2 1/2 feet of water now. We set up animatronic zombies. We begin to film. I'm holding the camera. The blonde almost instantly gets taken underwater by the zombies and gets "eaten." The brunette is scared to death by the zombies. So, she runs into her dark closet and I follow(dur, I'm cameraman). She closes the door(which should be impossible with all the water). Now she turns on a small flashlight, only to reveal that more zombies are here in the closet. The zombies now approach her as she screams in horror. But then I awake.

NOTE: I haven't been on in about three weeks. And all I can say is...DAYUM! I love the new Dream Views look and color scheme! Impressive work DV Staff! *Salutes*

Lucidity: 0
Vividness: 3

New Codes:

Not Lucid
Lucid
Awake

So, I start off in school. But of course, it's just like a normal dream, so school doesn't look right at all. I'm at my locker, twisting and turning the lock. A girl I know stands beside me. For some reason I can't fathom, she's sexually teasing me with words(I need a life, don't I?). Constantly repeating things like "How're we gonna do it?!" and some other things I don't recall. I am ignoring her some reason. But honestly, I probably wouldn't be ignoring this in real life. Anyway...I finally get my locker open. I see all my school things in there. However, there are three manga volumes in my locker stacked up on one another. The girl picks the first one up, and she begins to skim through it. I'm astonished by the other two volumes though. They were both Hentai(Please don't even ask what it is, and for your sake, don't look it up. And for the record, I would never invest money into something like that.)! I quickly hide the two volumes. I now head off to the library. We're having an Orchestra performance. Odd place for that. I'm wearing city colors, but I notice the other players are wearing green shirts(Our city team colors are Maroon and Gold). So, I now get many insults on improper dressing. What a load of bullshit that is. So now, a man in a white shirt pulls out two .22 pistols! He begins to open fire, but then he flees. I now chase after him. We get outside, and we're suddenly at a roadside by an old village. The man opens fire on me. Every shot hitting my torso and chest, I am unphased for some reason. Even though the .22 only has six rounds, he seemed to have infinite ammo(I call hacks!). I keep walking towards him though. One shot hits me in the neck now, and it inflicts pain this time. Now, I pull out a .44 Magnum! I open fire, and I hit the man a few times. But, soon he runs away into woods that just magically appear. Now, I shout.
"DAMN YOU!" And then I wake up.

I recently lost my wife to breast cancer, and I want to connect with her from the other side, so I have been working on learning Astral projection. I have had some success in the past. Now I want to be better at it.

Two nights ago, I got William Buhlmans 6 CD set on how to astral project. I listened to the first cd and then went to bed after. I had a hard time falling asleep, but I finally did after midnight. I did some visual techniques and some confirmations.
Shortly after I fell asleep, I became lucid, and I tried opening my eyes (I'm not sure why I did that), but then I felt some vibrations and then realized what was happening so I let them get stronger.
I then rolled over and out of my bed (my astral body), and remembered what william said to do. I said "Door Now!", and suddenly I was in another house.
I then thought that I want to see my wife JoAnn. So I said "I WANT TO SEE JOANN NOW!"
An older woman came from the adjacent room. She looked like she was in her sixty's. She had glasses and blondish hair.
She said to me "Not now!"
I said again "I WANT TO SEE JOANN NOW!"
She then started talking to me in jibberish. I couldn't understand what she was saying to me, but I could see that she wasn not going to let me see her.
So I turned around and thought about what to do next. So I said out loud "Take me to her old home"
I was then swept up and landed hard. The excitement almost made me wake up, but I relaxed and held the projection.
I then looked at where I was. I was at her childhood home, and I saw someone sitting outside on a bench.
I walked up to see who it was, and I noticed that it was her deceased mother, and she was smiling. She looked like I knew her when she was younger.
I walked up to her and said "Hi Jan"
I think I must of had a thought of my physical body, because just then I woke up.

After I woke up and thought about it, maybe her mother was smiling was because she was with her daughter again. Maybe if I could have held the projection, I might have seen my wife. I'll try again.

There was an old couple in the house, it happened at night when they were both asleep. Then they discoverd their house was on fire. They both screamed with fear as their house was burning down in the fire. The lady survived from the house fire with burns to her skin which left her scarred for life, her husband died from severe burning. I also went inside another burnt house now left abandoned, which was burnt 7 years ago.

This is another dream where I feel that there was more to it than what I remember, but here goes.
Walking out of a building onto the path of a garden area I see a huge Boa Constrictor which was brown and furry and somehow I know that this is my cat Jimmy (even though he's a black and white cat). I realise that what's making my pet so big is that he had eaten two fully grown men. I'm not too sure if and how I intervened, but soon after seeing this he threw up the two men who walked off leaving me with a white long Boa Constrictor (Though I still knew this was my cat) who was giving me a look of pure innocence.

Here is a bad recall dream, sadly its because of a failed WBTB, ive been struggling recently and I don't know why.

Vividness: 8
Recall: 3
Overall: 5

Non-Lucid Lucid Comment

Interestingly enough I tried visualizing a river with a massive stone D upright in the middle of it to try and MILD, because in this dream I become lucid at a Swimming Pool, correlation? I think so.

I am at a swimming pool, and become lucid, I do this through awareness, I look down to my hands and they look kinda blurry, I change my skin colour to black and head into the pool.

I was viewing all this through the eyes of the 7th Doctor.

I remember being on a platform overlooking the window of a building. There was a lady in her sixties beside me asking if I knew about such and such to which I answered with a smile "No", she then asked if I knew other things and to each I smiled and shook my head. Finally she asked me what I was good for to which I smugly spouted a lot of technobabble. The next thin I remember was being in the building I had been overlooking, there were several people on the floor unconcious. I used the sonic screwdriver to check on teir health at which point I wake up.

Oblivious
I don't remember much about this one as my recall has been horrible lately most likely due to all of the academics that have been in the way. I was able to telepathically levitate not only myself but other objects as well and instead of realizing it was a dream, I got excited thinking I had just got new superpowers. What's more, is that I still didn't realize it was a dream even when my superpowers had no coherent limits. For instance I could also control fire and not be harmed by it.

This was one of the most interested non-lucid dreams I've had in a long time. I always figured if I had a zombie apocalypse dream, it would be more akin to a nightmare. This dream...was not.

I was sitting with my parents and these two twin girls, Lisa and Ana. The girls were good friends of mine in the dream, or at least Ana was. Her sister was the snobby type that I could have done without. Regardless, all five of us sat there discussing the shocking news.
The zombie apocalypse had finally reared its ugly head--and it had done so in the most quiet manner ever. On the television, the news anchor explained that only about several hundred people had been infected by the "zombie virus". There were no corpses rising out of graves. Once fully dead, always dead.
These zombies were different.
In the dream, no one knew how the infection had started and it didn't really matter. All everyone knew was that the victim's skin would slowly turn a pale green, then a puke color. Their eyes would eventually go bloodshot from the nauseating madness that was overpowering their minds. Then, the only thing left in them was the urge to bite and kill. All this took several agonizing hours. Becoming a zombie was not quick by any means in my dream.
Daddy turned off the television and looked at us. Ever the hard worker, he quickly explained that we needed special artillery.
"There is a type of gun,"he explained,"that can kill a zombie with just a few shots, sometimes even one."
The gun would absorb any sort of water and turn the organs into dust. It was a very internal death, with no outward signs of affect.
We all went and gathered the conveniently placed guns, save Lisa. Who fervently refused to move from her spot.
"I've got more important things to worry about than some fake zombies,"she explained with a flip of her brunette hair.
Her sister and I gazed at her with disbelief.
"Lisa, you need to stay with us,"Ana pleaded. It was safest to stay in groups, and houses weren't exactly zombie proof.
"How about you shut up?"
I gave her a look and muttered,"How about you get back down to Earth, moron? This is reality, not fantasy."

As I had remembered that part of the dream, I cracked up.

Lisa, however, was not to be swayed.
The next thing I know, the artillery was gathered and we headed back to the living room. What we met was a shocking surprise. There, on the couch, was a twitching Lisa. In the short amount of time we had left, zombies had broken in and bit her nearly to death. We had no time for mourning. All of us quickly shot the zombies that were crouched over Lisa, their mouths frothing. Momma seemed especially amazing as she calmly shot three in the head, instantly killing them. Ana avenged her sister's demise by killing several of the monsters herself. With tears in her eyes, she shot her sister, mercifully sparing her the pain of the transformation. Hours went by, as more zombies crept in.
I had ran out of firepower, and needed to go get some more. Foolishly, I went outside alone. Miraculously, I was not harmed and no zombies ambushed me. However, I had apparently taken far longer than I had expected. There, sprawled across the floor, was my dear friend. She was dead, killed by her own bullet.
Momma looked at me sadly and murmured,"She took down more than any of us. Even after she was bitten, she still fought. Until, it became too difficult. Then, she killed herself."
There were no zombies in the room, only the faint stench of decay and an overwhelming feeling of melancholy.
I felt too numb to move and the shock of losing Ana was almost too much for me to handle.
My depression would have to wait, though, as my dad cleared his throat and said,"Um, Ash, we have company."
I looked up from the spot I standing on and saw a good looking guy around my age just several feet away. He had shaggy, brown hair and was a faint green. He had been infected. I aimed the gun and shot twice.
"W-wait! I haven't been fully turned yet,"he explained.
Apparently, he had fought off his transformation for several hours. That in itself was astounding, but he admitted himself that it was taking its toll on him.
"I...I really don't feel all that well anymore,"he weakly explained.
"Well, being shot twice in the chest can do that to you,"I sarcastically replied.
He smiled and exclaimed,"Well, don't you have a way with words, Miss Redhead."
If the situation wasn't so serious, I might have blushed. The guy seemed pretty nice. We talked for a few more minutes, until he finally seemed resigned to his fate.
"Before I lose my sense of reason, please kill me,"he pleaded. This time, I was a bit hesitant. However, the poor guy was suffering and could not fight the infection much longer. I shot him several times and he slowly crawled to the couch.
As he lay there, dying, he muttered that he could feel the process of dehydration. I had to head out to put up the guns, assuring my parents that I would be okay.
I turned to the guy, who clearly did not have much time left, and asked,"What is your name?"
"...Thomas."
What an old fashioned name. I looked at him for a moment more, then left.
A few minutes later, I returned. My new found friend was no more, my parents explaining that they had called for help and the bodies were in another room. I thought about Ana, Lisa, and even Thomas. How if it wasn't for the idiot who first got infected, they would still be here. All this left me completely speechless. Then, I began to cry.

I immediately wrote down this dream when I woke up. Not one part of it could be omitted and I spent about an hour recalling even the most minute of details. I haven't had such an interesting dream since that recurring one about that seer.

28-09-11 Intending to get lucid and share a dream. Should find Mitzu and learn about portals.

“Things are starting to grow”

I am in a farm yard or similar walking into a little garage or annex style building. There is a very dark feel to the dream even outside the shed. The building is rugged and crude and could look like it is about to come down.

Inside there are two rooms, one in complete darkness and one with windows high on either side. The floor is pretty much destroyed and there are plans of it to come up and be replaced. Jesper Å is teaching me how to grow these plants, by throwing seeds into the dark room. Inside the dark room the wooden floors are equally as rugged as in the room with light.

The plants reminds me of chamomile in that they have loads of green sticks and branches, meaning they will form a sort of network when they grow to full size. I get a glimpse of how they will look superimposed on the scene itself all the way to the roof top with the white flowers in the top and all the green forming a massive network beneath.

So I just throw in the seeds not even needing to cover them with dirt or anything. Then they need water so I pull out the hose and start spraying water in to the dark room. I do this from the other end of the room with the windows and all of a sudden get concerned because right next to the door into the room where the plants are there is an electrical device and I get afraid of getting shocked.
…..........

“Tearing down eaves gutters”

I am tearing down these gutters and there are wooden planks in them. There is a purpose for doing this that seems very Martin Luther King (ish) (can't really explain).

I am doing it to give place to something new about my personality, creativity filled and innovative.

At one point a nail sticking through one of the planks in the gutters pierce and cut through a part of my upper lip, though I don't recall pain.
…...............

“Weird camping grounds”

I am standing outside a tent attached to a trailer. I am there with my dad and it is dark. all of a sudden fireworks go off. I have a distinct feeling that there are 5 pieces going off. the first three goes off as they are supposed to do, but the last two on the ground around us.

I just observe the fourth one as it goes off over to my left. However the last one I have to run behind a car, I think this car is the Mitsubitshi. Apparently the fireworks have been sabotaged by southern Iranian extremists.

There is a minor skip or the scene flows over to show a prison cell, which isn't really a prison cell but rather a relative confined area with a 14 year old guard wearing a baret (spelling, one of those military hats) in the middle holding an AK 47 keeping the unarmed prisoners at bay.

There is a narrator proclaiming that she has seen some pretty shocking images of him hitting the prisoners with the hilt of the gun. I get the feeling she is a reporter of some description.
…...............

“You're moving into this shit?”

Two girl friends of mine are moving back in together. The house isn't in Århus, but rather seems to be in Hornslet. The house is in a shitty state and some heavy reconstruction is required if they are to actually live there. I am helping them out doing this, though I take a rather sceptic attitude towards their decision of moving I there.

I am trying to get upstairs, but they have already crammed the place full of so much stuff that I am having trouble getting upstairs.

Upstairs we are trying to clear out a lot of garbage. Some of this garbage consist of some soft metal maybe led or something. The reason this is important is that Marie is trying to get this long piece of metal out of the window down into the garden where they will be making a pile of rubbish. I show that it is quite a lot easier folding up the metal and throwing it out.

Looking out the window I can look down upon a rooftop window in the part of the house that doesn't have a second floor. We walk outside on the roof and continue. I dunno how but we end up on a wall having to jump back on to some plastic pipes to get back onto the roof and back in the building.

I jump over but I slip and I try and cling on to these pipes, but am unable to do so. There is a brief moment when I am looking down in concern, but then I realise that the fall is far from dangerous so I just let go.

We are now back in the building. There are a lot of people helping building and Ronja and Marie in particular just end up being in the way. This is particularly demonstrated while Ronja is walking along faffing with plastic as if she was putting up curtains over the walls. My dad is walking behind her looking annoyed as he always is when people are doing something in good faith, but eventually just ends up slowing him down.

Right, i've had enough of all this "off and on" dreaming - i'm getting back into it, NOW. My standard procedure when I want to get back into dreaming is to clear my mind of recent dreams. So, here are a few dream stems I remember...

1) I was in a pick 'n' pix section of some sort of shop - I think it was Woolworths. It was in the top left corner of the building. Sweets were in the regular see through boxes lined against the far wall and in the middle of the section also. I was with a man and someone else, who I cannot remember. The man, presumably my dad, looked like a Cub Scout leader I used to help out. The room was well lit. I was digging out massive amount of sweets and piling them into the pick 'n' mix bag - one main item i remember included in the bag was a dark-green, large gummy worm at the tom of the bag. For some reason, I didn't think this would result in a very expensive sweet session - I thought it'd total at around £3. But when it was weighed, the scales told me it'd cost £13 and so many pennies. As I was weighing them, someone who I was with said "I'd be surprised if it costed anymore than £10". When I saw the real price, I returned to the boxes to put the green snake and other items back to get it back under £10.

2) I was out and about with my girlfriend Amy. I think we were at some sort of party, but I really can't remember much at all.

3) My friend Chloe, her boyfriend and myself were in a newsagents in a Northern state in America. It was very sunny outside and it was early evening - about 6pm, around sunset. We were about to go to a video shooting for a music video (this was genuinely happening IRL, but not in America ) and we decided to stock up on vodka and Milky Bars for the party atmosphere XD Me and Chloe aren't old enough to buy alcohol, so Laurence who has fake I.D was doing that. He went up to the counter whilst Chloe and I were hiding a couple of metres back in the chocolate section, pretending to look normal looking for milky bars. Once Laurence had successfully bought the booze, Chloe decided to leave as she was getting worried about the police catching us. However, I really wanted my milky bar (it was one of the large bars), so I placed it on the counter in a flustered hurry. I then got worried also and dropped my money on the stool that my chocolate had been taken for, leaving more money than the Milky Bar was worth. I got scared, left the chocolate and tried to pick the money up, but the money was made up of 50p coins that were hard to pick up off of the flat surface, so I ended up making a run for it