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WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Slipping a Picture Out

A younger man and a man who seemed to be something like his mentor. Doing some organizing or redecorating of some sort. Cleaning? Inside an old, historic feeling building. Many large windows around one end.

The younger man (was it me? I seemed to switch back and forth from third person to somewhat identified with him) had accomplished something, some landmark. He seemed like a learned novice. He had a picture of himself to mark the occasion.

The older man took a frame off the wall. The frame and its anchoring to the wall was complex, attached to a simple wood rod decoration with a few soft undulances and shallow, smooth, symmetrical crevices. It was dusty. Some old, shriveled cobwebs huddled against it. The frame somehow slid onto this bar to connect to the wall. He told the younger man that he was going to replace the older picture of another of his (students?) with this one. The younger man felt uncomfortable with this, knew it would upset the person who was being replaced. The older man didn’t open the frame, just slowly slipped the other picture out of the bottom, surprising the young man, who was me, and then slid the new picture in.

The new picture looked casual and somewhat professional, but not strong, solid, and fitting like the old picture. It looked too new, too much of a body shot, too bright, not authentic and serious and traditional enough, with muted colors, like the picture that used to be there. But it did look happier and younger.

The man whose picture had been replaced came over from the dim back of the building, which felt like an old bar. He was somewhat angry and jealous, disappointed, about his picture being removed. He didn’t feel positively toward the young man.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT


Dinner and “Centipede” Lizards Licking Legs

At dinner with 3 people. I felt younger, perhaps college age or just graduating. It was some kind of planned event, like a celebration. I thought we were there with others who were at different tables.

Three other people with me. Empty (used?) glasses already on the table, shoved to the side. Cluttered with, were they layers of old menus as “placemats”? Dirty, dusty, old.

They brought us drinks. Mine was a warm margarita-type drink. I wondered again about the service considering the warm drink. I drank it, flourishing it a bit like I was an old hand. I thought how I was trying to be something I wasn’t. Projecting a persona, and that wasn’t subtle enough. It didn't feel like me.

Me and the others didn’t seem too connected, but there was a comfort.

It took a loooong time for the food to come, if it did (I don’t recall).

A foot long creature came through the wall and walked under the table, turned right, and kept going. I followed. I called it a centipede in my mind but realized it was more like a lizard with 4 stumpy legs, like a long, unshelled turtle. Another one came, following the same path.

I sat back down, next to the girl (who had been a part of the 4 of us before?).

Yet another creature walked that path, and I wondered about them being young and is their mom about to come? Another young one. Then the mom, larger, with a more rounded mouth. She noticed us (unlike the children) and slowly opened her mouth near my leg. I thought she was going to lick me but maybe bite me.

I pulled my bare legs up onto the booth. She put her stumpy front legs up on the side of the booth but couldn’t reach me. She turned toward the other girl’s legs and slowly opened her mouth. The girl didn’t seem concerned and I cautioned her about the saliva, that it might be poisonous. The creature had a very large, wide almost human-like tongue. It seemed friendly. The girl let her lick her legs. The creature licked slowly and in wide strokes. I inspected the girl from a distance. She seemed fine, no reaction to a toxin if there even was a toxin in the saliva.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT


Progress

I woke up a few times throughout the night and realized I was dreaming, just barely waking and telling myself I was dreaming, hoping I was still in the dream (seemed about 2 seconds out of the dream), then tried to go back in lucid. Didn’t work that I recall, though I was happy that I was so quickly thinking that thought and focusing on being at the least aware of my dreams, if not lucid.


Restaurant Fragment

I saw a previous employer [who I’d had a blow-up with and left in waking life]. I was at his restaurant, it wasn’t significantly unpleasant that I recall. Was there dark water and the sidewalks were square “docks” that resembled rafts and warehouse pallets or was that another dream? If it was then I’ve dreamed about those docks/sidewalks at least three times.

I'm being taken back to the house. Oh noo not the farmhouse!! Anywhere but there!! No please I beg my tormentors don't make me go inside! The main floor isn't too bad,it has dark wood floors and walls. Dark red throw rug and furniture. There is a stone fireplace sometimes it's lit. The upstairs has linoleum flooring and light wallpaper it is bright and sunny.In the rooms are people tied to the walls by their hands. They sit there and scream and cry for help. I'm just a child in the dream I can't help them. Same in the basement only it is cold and dark. The man is walking me through the house showing me all the rooms all the people. He doesn't speak he is dressed in black from head to toe and wears something like a ski mask on his head. The man takes me out to the barn he puts me in a horse stall I stand there and watch as the heavy iron doors with the iron huge nails on them close. It's loud and Iam trapped in there until he takes me out.

I have had this dream since I was 7. I'm an adult and trying to make sense of it all. I still get them though they have changed a bit since then. I'm interested in hearing what people think.

I am forced to stay at a haunted house. Part of the torture is knowing it's haunted and having to walk there, alone, through the dark and scary woods. I see a blur of ghost fly by me on his way to the house, he's moaning loudly. A friend brings some sturdy looking doors, because apparently the house has none, it's very old and decayed. I really don't know how the doors are supposed to help me against ghosts, but even so I am really disappointed when the doors don't fit the house at all. He makes an attempt to try to make them fit, finding whatever he can around the place, but eventually I tell him not to bother, and he leaves.

During the course of the night I am aware that I will be attacked by a host of all different kinds of ghosts, one after the other. There is a type of introduction going on, where all the ghosts present themselves and their abilities. During this presentation I am made aware that there is a special space of air, complete with floating mattress, above the house. In this area I have an advantage, a small shred of safety. The ghosts can still reach me and attack me there, but I can change aspects of them with my willpower when I am in that space.

The night begins and I, of course, flee to the mattress immediately. I don't know how I got up there. The first ghost attacks. He is extremely terrifying, so much so that my mind cannot identify all of his form, only aspects of it. One aspect is that he is very old looking, but beyond any human concept of the look of age. Another aspect is that he is covered in putrid looking slime. Another aspect is that he has an extremely large... member, which he announces he's going to tear me in two with.

There is no time to panic, I simply try to begin changing aspects. I start with changing him from old to young... and the dream ends.

April 16, 2011

Notes
Went to bed at half past 1 am, woke up at 9:30am, 11:30am, finally 12:00 then 12:30. Multiple dreams, managed to remember quite a few by scribbling down a couple words every time I woke up and by just laying in bed as long as I wanted. Motifs of school, foreboding, places I used to live and people I used to know.

Entry 004

I'm at school, but it's not really like my school. It's a huge, blocky building with hallways opening up to the outside, palm trees at every corner, and a courtyard just behind the front gates with a huge swimming pool in the center. It's test day. For some reason, I'm alone, taking a single test by myself. It feels like the last day of the school year. The test is really hard, but I'm slowly making my way through it. Burnett and Burell come and check on me, I finish and hand my test to Burnett.

As I'm leaving, I walk into the courtyard with the pool. A bunch of students are there, swimming and goofing off. Octavia sees me, and comes over. She has a bike with her. For some reason, she wants to sit on the handlebars while I ride the bike through the school. As we're going through the empty hallways, I catch glimpses of Burnett and Burell in classrooms, looking utterly desolate. I'm not really sure why. Octavia has to go somewhere, it's some important holiday like New Year's Eve only in the summer. I peddle out to the front and she gets off, leaves.

--

I'm at some kind of house party. Everyone is all dressed up and drinking heavily, some are even passed out. I'm walking through the house, stepping over people unconscious on the floor, others who are dancing or making out. I'm in a beautiful dress that comes to my mid-thigh, wearing high heels, with my hair curled and make-up on my face. It's very unlike me. As I'm walking through, I see someone bent over a computer to my right, looking like he's going to cry. It's Burnett. When I ask him what he's doing, he says "It's not something I can talk to you about,". Then, suddenly, he turns the computer off, starts laughing and hands me a drink. He says something like, "I'm not responsible for you anymore!" I take the drink, then another, then another...

--

There is a beautiful painting on the wall of a Victorian lady in an elegant outfit. I'm looking at it from down a hallway with stained, peeling wallpaper, and a light which is flickering above. Every time I look at the portrait, it changes. I hear myself whimpering pathetically. I'm scared.

--

I'm in my old neighborhood. I'm standing outside my house, though it's not the same as our old house, and it's dark outside. It's some kind of important holiday. We're counting down until midnight. I go to Sarah's house right around the corner, we hang out like we're good friends. I see some of the other neighborhood kids, we're all having fun together, looking up at the sky. My grandparents have come. My mom is yelling for me to come inside, and I do, but I can't stay long. The atmosphere in the house is like the night before Christmas, forced to sit and watch news reruns for hours with my grandparents. It's too oppressive, I'm making up any excuse to get out.

--

There's a dusty truck parked in the dirt parking lot, underneath an oak tree. It looks so familiar here. I turn around, I'm at some place half like a church, half like a convention center. I'm not sure which it is. A couple of people I vaguely recognize as old acquaintances come out with a tall redhead girl in between them. She's crying, she's drunk, and she's a mess. She's dressed up like all of us are, as though we just came back from homecoming or something, and her mascara is running down her face in black streaks. She gets in the truck, pulls back, sobs something to us out her window and drives away, kicking up the dust underneath her wheels.

I awaken for the final time.

Ronas house

I was at an old girl friends house--RR's. She and her mother love the ocean and the mountains in waking life.
In the dream, they had a water-fall in the back yard. It was gorgeous.

The house became a party house. Snoop Dogg was there. I went outside and there was an Amusement park
outside. I saw Dr. Seuss characters, though none looked exactly right. One was a modified Cat in the Hat.

Back in the house I was given ear ring parts and other small items to divy up when I was told
it would be "$300 or 400 for the night." I wasn't expecting that. No wonder
Snoop would be there. He could afford it. Then I seemed to remember that I
had been made aware it would be that much to stay there, and you only go to
stay the night. It wouldn't matter if you left early, you still have to pay
the full night amount.

A friend was at a pool behind the house. Someone was explaining how we had the view of the waterfall.
There were these industrial ramps or something, but someone had cracked the skull and
the ramp that would have blocked our view was never rebuilt.

I went walking outside and saw a strange mechanically moving ornament in the tree. It had gears and wheels that turned.
It was very intricate.

Then my friend jumped in the pool and started talking to some guys over a wall. I checked it out
and saw them. They were rude, so I said something ugly to them.

Later, in the hall of the house, a huge guy with a strange build--long torso and long arms, strong, came up to me and said something provocative.
I pushed the guy to show I was not afraid. He pushed me harder. He looked like he would have kicked my ass.
I punched him lightly. I told him I could hit him hard, but I didn't see it coming to any good end. Why fight.
I wasn't being afraid. I just got to feeling like fighting wasn't the answer. I admitted to him it appeared he
could kick my ass, but that wasn't the reason I didn't want to hit him.

Dream Skip

I turned into a large, white room. It looked so barron. I said, "This is like jail...or heaven!" Then I was eating blueberry sherbert with someone. It was very blueberry, though kind of gummy. At first the person I was with liked it, then not so much. I couldn't understand what was not to like about the rich blueberry!

Dream Skip

I had tickets to something. I decided I wanted to take someone else to the event.
The friend i was taking had to go to Japan for a Japanese language test so he couldn't
go. I told my other friend whom I don't know in waking life that he could go.

I was looking at houses for sale. I went oven a hill and jumped it the way I did
in a recent dream. I was in some kind of shopping cart or something. I had to balance
the cart in the air so I didn't fall forward.

There was more to it, but it is foggy. I wanted to go back up the road, but the jump
was harder to traverse the other way.

Couldn't remember a dream last night. I can only hope I will remember tonight's considering it's the weekend finally! xD
Good luck fellow dreamers! I hope your endeavors prove more lucrative than mine.

non-dream non-lucid lucid

Tipping over, a box full of cubes empty their contents onto the store floors. "Damn," I said as I ran out of the exit, an expensive item gleaming in my hand. Theft. I had realized what I had done, now lucid, as turned around and walked back into the store. I was forced to pay a fine for theft and destruction of property, and I read the bill. $70. Not bad.

The dream skips, and I am walking around my school campus. I greet a teacher as I walk by a classroom, noting her apparent friendiness in what seems to be a rather sore day. The new vice principal is peering into a classroom, observing the teacher and his students. Down by a table, little boy is enjoying his lunch. I turn into the next empty hallway to make another circle around the school. It's suddenly almost pitch-black, and trying to find my way around the darkness. Some slow, depressing rock music is playing, the only words I hear are "Written in the Storms". I walk back around, and I see the old vice principal, full of rage, screaming into a classroom full of threatened students and their teacher. I reluctantly say "Evening," to a few teachers walking by. I got a depressed and shy, "E..evenin'." What's going on?- I thought. A chubby boy, much like the one I saw before, is shoveling food down his throat with both hands.

I turn to the final hallway, and I see someone. She turns walks with me, and the very little light in the dream is flashing faintly on her face, much like how cars' headlights quickly and repeatedly strike a street lamp is it turns a corner. I say, "No one really knows the true faces behind the good people in this horrible world. My true face shows the sadness and stress that my family seems to pass onto me. My true faith is only for me to know. My current, let's say compulsion, is also buried deeply in that face, and that, weh-, -oo b-" The dream ends. I fall back asleep as I try to continue the dream, but I seem to only get in choppy results. "-t-gth- -th- y-" I manage to get out. The dream relocates, and I find myself saying "Writing in the storms," to my confused mother and brother. I hear the music of the same song I heard coming from my bedroom. I try to find the source of the music as it fades away. The dream skips to the previous scene, as I turn to this girl and say "you."

4/13/2011

DILD

I was in some room when I became lucid, and it was getting blurry. From some reason I thought I had to get out of the room before I could stabilize the dream. I punched out a window into 2 pieces. I climbed out to a college quad looking area. I sat on a bench with two asian guys around my age. After focusing on my hand for a few seconds my vision was restored. They were complaining about one of their friends not showing up. I told them I'd help and called out his name and clapped twice. Kind of how you would call a butler. They said they already tried it and failed. I said turn around, it just worked. I never looked back but when they did, they saw him. I went inside into a girl's changing room and found a hot girl. I walked up from behind and did the dirty with her still wearing a hoodie. Some other girl looked at us in surprise but then I realized she was looking past us at someone else. I woke up when I finished

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID UNDERLINED IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Walking with someone in a town I where I used to live.. I realized I needed to go back to my old house. I told them and walked the opposite way. The parting was kind of difficult.

I realized I was walking the round-about way to the house, picturing the map.

I started to approach a place I had worked (had to walk by it) I didn’t want them to know I was back, to think I’d stay. An old coworker walked out of the building. She looked beautiful in an unconventional way. I turned my head, wondered how to avoid her recognizing me. I thought about just walking past. I dropped my files [on purpose?]. I squatted to pick them up. She came over and we talked about me coming back to work. She said I should make sure to let “her”, the director, know that I wouldn’t be staying indefinitely. She stressed it.

I saw her words as written text, up close like they were the only thing in the world. I zoomed in further. A word or two related to what she was stressing were highlighted and bold and underlined [green or red or purple? Maybe all, seemed it changed color] I came back [or was it parallel?] to picking up the folders. There was one that was particularly important and the way it was stacked relative to the rest was of importance. I wasn’t sure how I should hold them again.

I felt trapped into the job, but also like I wanted to work there. I felt confused about what I was doing, why I was in this town again, where I was going after.

I had my first lucid dream in a while last night, and I was having some difficulty getting to where I wanted to go in the world. I tried closing my eyes and spinning, but that didn't seem to help me whatsoever. I tried something I've personally never heard of before, I'm sure its not just unique to me, but I went on a computer and looked up pictures (kind of like Google images). I kept scrolling through the pictures until I found one I liked. Then I just soaked myself into the picture, kind of like it was a portal to a new world, and it worked!

I did it several times and ended up in multiple scenarios with people I didn't know and places I've never heard of. It was one of the more exciting lucid experiences I've ever had.

whenever I TRY to lucid dream the best outcome I get is me remembering my dream, but back before I knew about lucid dreaming I would always wake up mad because I was always awakened in the middle of the night because I would realize that I was dreaming. It's like the only way I can lucid dream is if I don't try, which is kinda impossible.

Okay so I recently broke up with my boyfriend okay?
Well, recently, almost every night, I've dreamed about this guy I have a crush on. He's alot older then me so it's annoying.

The dreams normally go like this:
I am at church normally, or outside with him. We'll start talking or something and I'll wake up. The dreams are blurry so I never really know what happens. I wish I could be lucid in these dreams but I've sucked so bad at lucids recently. But I'm sure I'll start to LD again.

So anyway, does anyone else dream about crushes? Or am I just weird?

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I've been trying to lucid dream for 7 weeks and so far no results. my main problem is being unable to realize I'm dreaming however before I discovered lucid dreaming I used to realize I was dreaming every night by accident.I tried doing reality checks a few times every day, but after about 3 weeks of that not working I gave up on it. I've also tried for about 4 weeks repeating to myself I'll have a lucid dream but It won't work, I did come close to one though when I decided to take a nap in the afternoon, I realized I was dreaming and forgot for some reason. please help me with my lucid dream deficiency!:(