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13 Sep 2011

Some weird psychotropic thriller, I do not know what was going on but Dark_Merlin and I were attempting some weird lucid technique and every time someone said its title it occurred for one of us but it was extremely traumatic. It was a teleportation but it was sudden, uncontrollable and felt like what apparition in Harry Potter is described to feel like only worse. It scared the hell out of me and actually had me not wanting to go back to sleep when I had woken up for the first time in about ten years. I feel that I must admit that I was actually scared of becoming lucid and I hope that this is not a barrier to future attempts. Hamish and Andy had also requested that I meet them for lessons in walking each week. The girl I love was also at the tennis courts. The dream jumped between all of these things in a weird order. The whole dream was rather traumatic at the time. I was genuinely terrified of going back to sleep.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

No vision, or just black. A voice said how "an entire fjord" (???) in France had collapsed into the sea.

Dream #2

A bunch of people, possibly including me, were on a huge ship like a cruise ship. A disaster had occurred -- possibly that another gigantic cruise ship had come apart and sunk. Almost everybody on board had been killed. The people on this new cruise ship were now out in the ocean, not to find the living people, but to pull out of the water a lot of dead people who were floating to the surface.

The ship coasted over the black waters and under a yellow sky. A young woman with coppery skin and long, black hair stood out on the deck of the ship. She spotted the body of a young man who had apparently drowned. She threw out a rope to grab the boy's body. She pulled the body onto the ship.

The woman was now in a cabin right on deck. The body of the young man was laid out on the floor of the front room of the cabin. The woman had walked into a back room. She now walked out to the front room. I may have seen from her viewpoint at this time.

The young man on the floor was possibly Asian, with coppery skin. He wore a yellow t-shirt and darkish khaki shorts or casual pants. He was a little bit overweight and shaved bald. He looked older than his age, somehow. I attributed it to the stress of his death and the effect of the water on his body.

But now the young man began to make motions with his mouth. He slowly mouthed some words and made some cringing expressions with his eyebrows, as if he were in extreme pain, and as if he were still afraid of dying. He may have coughed some water out of his mouth.

There were some other people in the cabin, possibly including the Captain. It was recognized, possibly by the Captain, that the woman had saved the young man's life. I'm pretty sure I saw from my own viewpoint at this point, not from the woman's. The woman said that she had a feeling, when she saw the boy in the water, that he was still alive, or that he could be resuscitated.

Dream #3

I was watching a comedy. But it was also like I was reviewing the movie, after I'd seen it. Reviewing the movie, I commented that I had no idea there was going to be a scene with such crude humor in it.

I could only partly remember the scene, and I kept trying to see it, but it had something to do with abortion. It was like it was blocked from my view by a lot of sillhouettes of people's heads.

I then saw another scene, in which a group of "average guys," like in a comedy for guys, were all standing next to each other before a table filled with jars of aborted babies. The guys had to pull the babies out of the jars for some kind or humane reason. But they were all kind of bumbling about at the task so much that they were actually disfiguring the bodies.

The men were using weird implements to get the babies out of the jars. One of the men used a huge knife, to which the baby stuck, like a magnet. The baby's back may have looked charred. The baby may also have had eyes with no whites, which were all a dark grey-blue.

I felt bad because for some reason I had taken my mom to this movie with me. I had thought it was just an ordinary comedy. But those two abortion-comedy scenes were really gross, and I was afraid my mom would be freaked out by them.

My mom and I were in a car, pulling into a space in a big parking lot. I tried to justify the grossness of the comedy in the movie by explaining that the film had been made by the guy who made There's Something about Mary.

I woke up around 4:00 A.M. and decided to do WILD. Maybe I fell asleep, maybe I entered a dream right away, I don't know but it felt like I was in a dream the second I closed my eyes. So I am lying there on bed with my eyes wide open and there is some number written on my blanket. I decided to do an RC so I looked at number again and it changed. I knew that I was dreaming. I done poke hand test and it suceeded. But, I couldn't move, I was like restricted with something. I couldn't get out of bed. I closed my eyes and noticed that I can move freely with my eyes closed so I got out of bed with my eyes closed and then I opened them and I was able to move again. I heard a dog barking from somewhere (this was probably the influence from outside because when I woke up there was some dog barking). As I walked around my house I noticed nothing strange and I heard someone comming from bedroom. I wanted to shot portal entrance from my hands at the doors but I failed. When I get out of house, I noticed that sky was blue with million of airplane traces. I walked a little around the garden to catch up some details. After that I wanted to fly so I decided to grow wings. There was some bird feather floating around me and I started sucking it and I grew wings...a really small ones. I wasn't able to fly properly. Unfortunately I lost lucidity somewhere around this point and it continued as a normal dream. Suddenly I am turned into flying squirrel and I'm seeing my self from third person camara. I am floating on some icy terrain with wind carrying me away. I was desperately trying to to control of myself but didn't succeed. Suddenly some huge silver bird broke out of ice and carried me away.

The dream begins in the bush with dad. We just got out of a car at the edge of a new camping ground. It is small, rounded and at the edge of the ground the tree line begins, and continues on into the forest. There is a very large kangaroo a few meters away from us, looking over occasionally. It is after mid-day and the sun is shining through the trees, creating a beautiful dappled afternoon and a joyous feeling as we arrive.

Dad starts commenting about the camping ground. "Gee, this is pretty ugly. I thought it'd be bigger." I have memories of this place, perhaps from a previous dream or the terrain was created from a memory of bush land. I think it's absolutely beautiful, but I just talk along with Dad anyway. "It's a bit small I guess", for most of this time my eyes have been glued to the kangaroo, who is still standing around and un-afraid of our presence. To the left, there are two people sitting around some sort of camp-fire, I catch them in my peripheral vision as they stand and say "It's nice once you get used to it". Dad makes a comment about how he could take out the roo with a shotgun, and is now standing at a table where the car was parked, looking at a long box which contained a shotgun.

Memory jumps a little here, but I assume the two people start taking us in to a large wooden cabin. We walk through a door on the left side of the building, the inside is a large hall space. A boy from school I don't often talk to - Max - walks up to me, and the first thing he says to me is "You're dreaming, you know?"
"Oh, I am?" I wasn't quite sure - everything seemed very realistic and I hadn't realised till now the strange dream-like feeling. I could tell before I had RC'd, but I did it anyway, and plugged my nose and breathed in. Awesome!

I turn to him, start rubbing my hands together to stabilise, and with the situation at hand I take the opportunity to ask a question, directed at the dream character but aimed to get an answer from my subconscious, I look him straight in the eyes.
"How come this doesn't happen more often?"
"Huh?"
"How come you don't normally tell me when I'm dreaming?"
"Oh, you know, uh.." He was really unresponsive.
"Is it an effort thing?"
I can't remember if he replied or the dream skipped, but he ended up saying
"You know, where I'm from there's this trick with water-"
and instantly I remembered - Yes! My goals! The ToTM!
"Thank you!"

I start walking backwards out of the building, and think "When I turn around, there will be water." I pictured a lake, or a large, clear puddle behind me. When I turned, there was a few trees in front of a clearing, where there was a murky, muddy puddle. I walked towards it, saying in my head "I am walking to the water" over and over.

I stood infront of the puddle, facing towards the cabin. I stepped, trying to stand on the water and my foot simply planted straight into it. Hm. I tried both feet and failed. I believe I could have tried to lift myself out of the water after having both feet in, but I can't remember it completely and I'm not going to count it as complete. When I was done, I stood infront of the puddle again - this time for the advanced task. I started with water bending - something I've done completely naturally in a lucid dream before - but now I was thinking about it. I try and raise the water in a stream, using my hands to guide it up. It doesn't work, but I somehow make a splash in the puddle, and increase the effort and concentration I'm putting into the telekenesis. The murky water collects into one ball at eye level, gently swirling around while I increase the intensity to gather more water.

People started to gather and I realised I needed to control two elements, and not just water. While holding the ball of water in the air, I focus on the ground and try and raise up the dirt in columns - it doesn't work. Okay, wind! I start yelling, louder and louder as they do in Dragon Ball Z, feeling as I draw in more energy. The last time I did this in a dream I woke up just before I was finished and I didn't want that to happen again so I stopped increasing the volume. Loads of people were standing around me now - one was filming. I could see the wind blowing around me but I couldn't feel it yet - and the dream was starting to fade! I put all my effort in and felt the air rushing forwards against my back - success!

I woke up into a False Awakening, hearing an occasional dull buzzing noise. I presumed it was my phone, and turned to find out I had fallen asleep in bed on IRC with my netbook. I had been added to a private channel with ShockWave, Raspberry and a few new members I didn't recognise - I was also using webchat. I closed the windows and had a sudden panic that the lucid hadn't saved in the word document! (Which I never typed.) I woke up, as I went to check for the document, and started writing the dream out.

12 Sep 2011

Actually managed to WILD tonight... I was lying in bed bored and trying to sleep, I was pretty relaxed even though I had not previously been sleeping and I just decided to construct dream scape around me. I built a castle around me but instantly forgot that I was dreaming and so the whole WILD experience was non lucid i.e. WI(N)LD. I was lucid for a grand total of maybe ten seconds so I will not count this as a proper lucid. I went on to explore a church yard at night and some other Gothic style stuff, I surprisingly do not remember much. Then again I was busy this morning and so have left it about eighteen hours to write it down.

I have a bit of stress in my life at the moment so it kind of clouds my mind. I vaguely attempted a Lucid dream but my mind got clouded over.

I'm going to start meditating because I've experienced the clear mind before and its an amazing feeling. I'm only making assumptions that stress will inhibit your ability to lucid dream and meditation will strengthen it.

A wierd thing happened but I had a dream that a post on here was answered, when I woke up and checked, the exact post that I had been dreaming about had 2 new replies. cool ey

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State: Almost 5 pm, humid, and I can hear a CEP audio, and the TV from afar.

I was completely awake. I had just been dreaming a few minutes ago, and then now I can "see through the eyelids." I can see the mirror, the walls, the windows (which was open, and there are tall grasses visible beyond it, but in reality, it's closed, and there are no grasses behind it).

I can also see my right hand. I tried moving it, and I felt it rise, but I can see my right hand and arm stay put. I thought I was probably almost astral traveling. I moved my head, twisting it, to get out of the body, together with my arms and torso. I then vaguely saw my face, so close to mine, but shaven. I felt like an outgrowth trying to cut itself off from the body. It was very hard.

I finally got out, but I no longer see my body on the bed. And I'm in a different room. My view was very hazy, and I can see a cabinet/divider in the room. I am across the bed in the room. There's a door to the outside behind me (there's no door to the outside in my room). I rubbed my hands together to stay more lucid, and I commanded "clarity." Nothing happened. I saw my bed (different color, size, etc.), and a glimpse of my "body," and I'm back in my body.

I almost woke up, but somehow, something clicked in my mind, and I'm in the middle state between waking up and asleep once more. I thought I was really awake this time. I still can't move my body, but I can still feel moving my "astral arms."

After a short while, though, I just decided to close my eyes, and I "opened" them up again. Still same problem. I started to get anxious. I worried "What if I can't wake up from this?"

I closed my eyes again, for a longer time, and I sensed another click or pop in my mind, and I knew I was "awake." I opened my eyes. It looks the same, but a little different. I didn't dare try moving my hands, afraid that I'm still stuck. After a while, I moved, and it moved. I'm awake.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

13-09-11 I am lying in my bed and I can hear Silas talking to someone, a dream entitiy. For some reason I think he is talking about a location I know and that he is part of IOSDP. I keep thinking windmill, which is then repeated by the dream entity and he talks about bikes as well. I think I know the location he is talking about so I think hard about Vesterguard, and this is eventually repeated by the dream entity as well, first as guard and then the full name.

Not sure if the above section was a FA or HH → pre REM dreaming.

I am lucid and the dream starts forming. I am in the sea, swimming around unable to get to shore, know I am dreaming, but my vision is blurry and I have limited control. I see light in the horizon out over the water and what would be a sea port town. I eventually stabilise the dream through breathing.

I am waiting for Silas or ”Crusher” (definitely a name with a C, though I will refer to him as Silas from now on) or whatever to get out of the water. I decide to finish off the TotM tasks. Walking on water was simple enough have, but I have to try a bit harder to pull out a ball of water from the ocean mentally, the water keeps rippling where I try and pull out the ball, and sling it maybe 20 metre in a forward arch (this is what I tried to do in the first lucid I had, but got interrupted).

Silas comes into shore and I take him to the place I thought was the place, but it turns out he doesn't recognise it it. We talk a bit about us both being new to this whole IOSDP thing and that we will just continue marching on writing down our stuff and trying to meet.

Silas takes off and I try and do a cool back flip onto a little hut, that turns into a chest in my grand father's house, albeit a very tall chest and the back flip is sub par. I jump down and someone is using a crowbar to tear through a thin wall.

”We have nearly destroyed my grand mother's house” I say, think to either Silas or the person using the crowbar. I am in the basement and I say ”Well, see you around” and try and fly out, but can't get through the walls or windows, I try and open the windows and now I have the crowbar, they are too small, I try another one and get stuck looking at some girl/woman who I tell I have been playing around and stuff. She tells me I have been playing with (don't recall name) a baby girl, because apparently I have colour in my face.

Notes: Though lucid the entire time even with access to waking memory (cf. The TotM tasks) I don't realise that I am talking to Silas, a TV show character and treat him as a member of the IOSDP. Aside from that the control I had in this dream was horrible apart from the TotM stuff.
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I am in possession of copious amounts of weed, bags that would indicate in the kilos. This particular theme is recurring over what I believe to be a series of dreams. But it is all very fragmented.

I get back from a party and I am pretty pissed, I think I try and skin up without much success.

I pick up some weed somewhere and bring it to a friends house, which results in the house getting raided as I bought it of the mum of the girl I was visiting and the dealer didn't want weed around her daughter.

I run into an old female friend of mine from way back, who explains that they have gone out to town recently where they brought “the other Rasmus” and Sisse and they ended up hooking up and having sex. I was surprised to find that this actually hurt considering it was 8 years ago and that I was only with her for 3 months approximately.

I return to the first girl's house where I find that the weed I brought the night before is still there. I start making a roach and look for paper. I have some in my pocket, but it is all crumbled up and I am unsure if the clue will stick. Doesn't matter in the end I find some on the table. The roach becomes really weird and some woman calls me from downstairs before I can roll a spliff.

I am talking to a friend who have found a stash of wed of maybe 3 kilos. He is talking about how it is located in a residential area and he has seen it quite some times just lying there. He argues we could make some profit of it by starting to sell a bit.

We are under a bridge with graffiti on the wall and in a room which looks sterilised and metallic, though shaped like a container on the inside. This is where the aforementioned 3 kilos of weed is. We get busted and try and explain that we could sell for the dealer, but he doesn't care explains that he deals in larger lumps and as far as he is aware all we do is owe him and eights.
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In a sauna/steam room with a lot of men and I am about to fight my dad. I keep placing well placed uppercuts. He warns me that he will get going soon, there isn't a lot of room to move and I am afraid of bumping into other naked men.
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Kaiser complementing my new jacket and informing me that he will start shopping in second hand shops as well.

12.09.2011

My car's gears go Berserk! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving at night by myself in my car. I pulled inside the parking lot of a mall. When I tried to put the car in park, the stick moved itself to Long. Staring at it in amazement, I tried to put it on park again. The car made a weird noise and I realized I did it without hitting the breaks.

The car was in park, but it was still moving, gaining some speed. I started to step harder the breaks without success. I used the emergency break, but the car still moved, at a slow speed, but moved. My wife trying to get into the car, but she needed to do it while my car was moving. On a curv, she jumped inside the car. we both tried to stop it without success.

After a few minutes, I was alone again in the car. I entered in a weird basement, still driving my car. I finally managed to stop my car, but realized the place was closed.

Dream 1 (dreamtime: approx 5-7 minutes):
I knock on an apartment door. I am on maybe the third or second story. Some shouts, "come in, I'm in the shower!" I take a left once inside and try to peek into another bathroom because I think I hear my friend in there, but I have trouble doing so, and instead I empty my bladder in some rather nice looking green toilet( like you might find in a major airport). Then I realize I'm dreaming because the lady who invited me in is singing and saying random stuff in the shower. The scene changes to my room, and I try to look around, but it is as if my eyelids are half glued shut and my eyes won't focus. I collapse on my bed, wondering how to solve this problem. I lift my head an inch, but move my actual head instead, waking me up.

Dream 1 (dreamtime: approx 5-7 minutes):
I knock on an apartment door. I am on maybe the third or second story. Some shouts, "come in, I'm in the shower!" I take a left once inside and try to peek into another bathroom because I think I hear my friend in there, but I have trouble doing so, and instead I empty my bladder in some rather nice looking green toilet( like you might find in a major airport). Then I realize I'm dreaming because the lady who invited me in is singing and saying random stuff in the shower. The scene changes to my room, and I try to look around, but it is as if my eyelids are half glued shut and my eyes won't focus. I collapse on my bed, wondering how to solve this problem. I lift my head an inch, but move my actual head instead, waking me up.

i dreamed all my teeth fell out. i was afraid of the bloody mess, but there wasn't any, just holes in my mouth.

i was given the option of calling into work indefinitely to help fight this ongoing playful war between some factions that hated eachother but only in a pretend kind of way. they kept it up just for the fun of the fight.

DJ Log: September 12, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I'm standing in a large luxurious house, talking to with a guy and his wife about what they want to do with their yacht. He's telling me about how they're tired of owning it and don't want to pay the docking fees anymore. The lady asks me if I want it. I say, "Yes." She hands me the keys and title, then offers to take me to Baltimore to see it. I hop in the car with them.

On the ride, I'm digging through the package of information and paperwork for it. There are a couple of small DIY electronic project kits in the box of paperwork. In an envelope, I find the title for the yacht. As I am riding, the woman says, "Keep the furniture and everything that's in it. We don't want any of it." ...I wake up...

DJ Log: September 12, 2011 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking around at a gay pride event. Sometimes, I'm gliding along the ground instead of walking. I'm following a secondary line of people through a building, parallel to the main crowd, then out onto the street. Once outside, I stop and talk to a couple of people who are hanging out near a dumpster.