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Lucid
Dream1: Uncles Will
I become aware that I am in someones driveway standing next to an old white car (1970's type maybe). I've never seen this house or car before. A man comes to me and starts talking. I really don't care because although he may look like my uncle he's more than likely just a dreamer* and besides the dream world is much more interesting. He continues to talk to me as I pay him no attention and start exploring. I see some potted plants and pick one up to take a closer look, some of these dream environments can be so intricate. It looks like a poorly taken care of bonsai tree with a pool of water in its pot. I look up across the back yard, beside us and the car, and wonder what it all looks like and then I fly up and very very slowly flying towards the street. As I do I look down, I'm not up too high at all and I take the planter I still have and pour the water down to the ground where this guy (still talking) and his stuff is. This is fascinating to see how I am flying, back to the sky face down, and the water falls down to the ground and splashes. My supposed uncle is not happy now and starts saying he is going to leave me out of his will and that I am not going to get this silver pitcher he has placed down onto the cement driveway. I get really angry at his cheap attempt to insult me and control me with these paltry trinkets. I fly down to the ground and go over to his little silver pitcher and say "you can take your pitcher" then I kick it into his car "and shove it up your ass!" He looks at me completely shocked, his eye wide and his mouth hanging open. I just stood there waiting for whatever he had to say to that.

Nonlucid
Dream 2 fragment: The 10 Story High School
I am running around in this huge HS. I've been here before and realize that I am not a student here but seem to have some important stuff to run around and do. My female friend (not from real life) tries to keep up with me as I run around trying to figure something out. Its hard for her to keep up since I am the only one flying or sliding down stair handrails (the school is very crowded and it seems everyone is ALWAYS on their way to class so I use the handrails as a short cut).
I've been to this school 4 times before but in the past it was much more detailed and partially lucid.


During a nap today (45 min).
I had 2 dreams both nonlucid and both as if I was viewing a TV show.

Dream 3: After School Show
It was a crappy kids show where the actors are lame and so's the acting. I wished it was over and the ending came as they all came together and sang a lame ending song about how they all get along and play fair. I marveled at how 28 year olds could play 16 year olds and still be on TV every day.

Dream 4: Cooking Show & Shoes
This was a cooking show like Rachel Ray but for kids with the same "its a cooking show but we do a lot of non-cooking things too" theme. The girls on the show where preparing lunch which for each of them (4) was different. The leader of the show then said "now lets use our place-mats!" They then put their bowls and cups into the foot hole in shoes! Each shoe pointed in the other direction but side by side with the food sticking out of the shoe or ever fluffy bedroom slippers. They then carried them from the kitchen to the circular table.
I woke and was like "wtf?" Not only were the shoe place-mats weird but the fact that I didn't think it was weird in the dream!


* I refer to DC's as dreamers a lot because I see them as people dreaming wondering the dream world. They act out living at home, being at work, or whatever they usually do. These dreamers are different than what I call "replicants" these are characters created by my mind and are linked to me by my attention. The difference is one is a real person sleeping at home and the other is a drem't up facsimile of a person, animal, or thing. I can sometimes feel the difference between them but the real test is to take your attention away from them completely and then see if they are still there. If they are gone they were a replicant. This has helped me a lot since I would always wined up looking for something I just had since as soon as I took my attention away it was not there any more.

Dreamers can vanish as well but usually under extreme emotional stress. Rarely I have caught them vanishing while interacting with them but just before they do they stop talking, or whatever, and look like they have just remembered something. The next instant they are not there. There's no "poof" or nothing just vacancy. It's a bit of a shock to NOT see someone in an instant.

I awake in a private airline airport and slowly walk on to a private jet with around four seats in a square pattern my elementary school friend Jon was sitting at the pilot seat a person I do not remember sitting in the seat next to him and me behind the unknown person and to the side of me was no one once Jon stops bragging on how he attained his pilots licence we took off into the clouds with no actual landscape besides the plane after a while of just staring at clouds we burst into a conversation about a friend named Aryan who I just recently met and about how his girlfriend has complete and utter control over him (turns out the day before the broke up [Unconfirmed]) once that conversation ended I got up and proceeded to exit the plane once I opened the door in mid flight and jumped out I realized I forgot a parachute and somehow grabbed a helicopter (which I believe is the jet itself it just transformed) I was hanging on to the bars for dear life feeling a sense of gravity pulling me down I finally let go and started plummeting until I was a few hundred feet above the ground and just started floating around like a kite I soon came upon a cliff and once I got past the ledge and looked down I saw a deep blue/purple lake just sitting still and peaceful and right next to it an entrance to a forest I started floating towards the forest and landed at a campground with about 5ish people (One being Aryan) I then proceeded to tell them about what just happened and before anything else could happen I was jolted awake

November 23, 2010

Lucid Dream

AWAKE DREAMING LUCID SIDENOTES

This was on a night where I wasn't actually trying to induce a lucid dream. Funny how that happens. Also this happened after I absent mindedly turned off my alarm, and I slept thirty minutes or so after I was supposed to. I had school that day. This all happened inbetween 6:00 AM and 6:31 AM
I was in my old house in the basement. Somebody I knew from school was there and I said hi. It didn't hit me as hard as it usually does but I was then lucid after meeting my friend. On impulse, I decided to start flying. It took little effort to do this. The way I did it though was by looking at the ground and gently jumping, and gravity had no effect on me anymore. I then floated up the stairs hugging my mother who was walking up the stairs, until I floated over her. I went into my living room and did a breast-stroke through the air. It was so fun. Then I remembered what I wanted to do in a lucid when I got the chance: focus on something to see if it gets really clear. So I looked at my laptop's screen. An image began to form and then it became so sharp in focus that I could even see the individual pixels on the screen. It was unbelievable. I was only soon after that it resulted in me waking up.

Side note: I was supposed to start a polyphasic sleep schedule last night (the Everyman2 is the only one that works with school, my core sleep would be from 11pm-3:30am and my naps would be 6-6:20 both am and pm) but when the alarm went off I got up and turned it off and then convinced myself that I didn't want to do it. I spent all day today coming up with reasons to do it and hopefully tonight I will actually get up for more than 30 seconds. When I got back into bed I began to attempt a WILD but I just fell asleep almost instantly.

My friend Jacob (and his entire extended family which I have never met) was throwing me a surprise party (my birthday's in June) but invited me over to help set up (dumb). I walked in and one of his older female relatives told me I looked like Jacob's grandma when she was young. Another one walked up and said "No, she just looks like a grandma." For some reason I didn't find this offensive. Another relative walks up with a box of presents wrapped in christmas paper and says, "These are for you. We paid $17 for each one." I thank her and start opening them (at this point my friends Ryanna and Fiona are there too). They are all toys for children. One is this thing that is a board with balloons tied to it that stay near the board until you lift them up and then they float like they're full of helium. They have facts on them and other educational things geared towards first or second graders. In another present there is a barbie with blue eyeshadow. Then the girls and I went on a scavenger hunt (part of the party) but we weren't really looking for anything, just walking through a path looking in the bushes with every step. I found out that they had gone to Cuba without me and I got really angry that they hadn't invited me or even told me. When we got back there were more people there for the party. There was an area with very deep, bright green ivy and it was an outdoor bowling alley thing. There was an easel with a photograph on it (the type you see at weddings or bar mitzvah's) but it wasn't of me. It was of this boy River in my grade who is kind of weird and made fun of. I went to preschool with him. He was making a stereotypical commercial male model pose (like the ones you'd see in a JC Penny commercial on TV). I heard this boy Gabe say, "Jessie, bowl with me." I said I would when his friend Cole jumped out from behind him and said, "No, bowl with me." They looked at each other and made slightly angry faces.

November 18, 2010

It is 11:49 PM

-Just as a note this is one of those dreams where you kinda fall asleep then snap back awake.

I'm driving down a local street in my town and I approach an hill going up. It is night time and there are leaves falling from the trees as it is autumn. As I'm passing over it I see a guy in the middle of the road dragging a dead guy across the street. This literally freaks me out so much that I wake up. I just had to write it down it was so unique of an experience.

Note: My plans for this night included meeting MoSh to have another dream in a Harry Potter world, and I also had plans to meet up with Tigress and have a dream about fighting zombies. Unfortunately, my recall is just barely on the happy side of CRS (Can't Remember Shit). So after the dreaming, all I have to show for it is these fragments. I was spontaneously lucid in both of these, or maybe I just don't remember becoming lucid.

Hogwarts 2000 Race
I am with MoSh at Hogwarts… we are all outside on the hill that we were at when we practiced our patronuses. MoSh, Asuka, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are there with me. Ron is being really rude, he is saying he doesn't want any filthy Slytherins here, Hermione is telling Ron how immature he is being, so shut up. Ron finally shuts up about me being there, then MoSh is wanting to have some kind of competition with Harry. After a bit of discussion they end up deciding on a race. So we all go into the castle to fetch some brooms, Harry says unless MoSh has his own broom, they can both use school brooms so it would be even. MoSh summons a broom, Harry gets his Nimbus 2000, and we go back to the hill. The course is set, and they both take off. Ron wants to go up on a broom of his own to watch the race from a better view, Hermione is apparently afraid of heights, I decide to see what it feels like to be riding a broom, so I summon one and fly up with Ron to watch Harry and MoSh race. The two of them are racing along the agreed course, and they seem to be pretty close, but then MoSh apparently decides the broom is more of a hindrance than a help. Harry does a double take as he sees MoSh's broom fall, yells out MoSh's name, apparently thinking MoSh is falling, then pulls a very good Homer Simpson (staring with a blank expression on his face) as he sees MoSh continue flying without the aid of the broom. Harry continues the race, but now MoSh is going faster than he was before, and Harry is already behind. So the distance between them only grows until MoSh crossed the finish line. I land next to MoSh and Hermione, Ron is also pulling a very good Homer Simpson, he is still floating in the air on his broom. Hermione is congratulating MoSh on his win, but she stops mid sentence when she sees he has no broom… now she is pulling a very good Homer Simpson with the others.

Resident Evil: The Dark Side
I am with Tigress in an abandoned looking town that reminds me of Silent Hill, though it reminds me of Silent Hill on the lighter side. There is a lot of fog and stuff, but aside from being a bit dark and dreary, it is a normal looking small town. Tigress and I are looking through the town, we both have an array of weapons strapped to us, I know we are looking for zombies. I hear the sound of gunfire and turn to see Tigress has taken out a zombie. I blast a zombie off to my left with my shotgun as it comes out of the space between two of the buildings. Tigress and I continue exploring the place, but then things begin to change… I hear a strange noise, a sort of squishing noise like might be heard when pulling something out of the mud… or maybe the sound that might be heard from a swarm of bugs and maggots in a pile of rotting flesh… I know that is gross, but I don't know how else to describe the sound… Along with the sound, the surroundings are changing. The buildings are actually decaying, the tops of them are getting covered with a gross looking green stuff that looks like mold, which is spreading down the buildings. As the buildings decay, several of them start to collapse. The mold stuff spreads to the ground and across it, leaving a really gross looking surface. And as the decay spreads, so do the zombies. Not just a couple, but lots of them, so many of them. Tigress and I are firing our weapons on rapid fire now, a shot gun is too slow, I choose a different weapon and start cutting them down. We are completely surrounded by zombies, but if we can't hold them off, we will take a shitload of them with us!

0748: Some residue here from watching Sarah Conner Chronicles lately. I'm playing a 1v1 basketball game against a terminator. It has no skin or clothes, so just the robot body. We are playing indoors. I am leading with a score of 17-16. The terminator has the ball as the buzzer is about to go off. He shoots a long jumpshot and... misses! I win! OMG, I beat the terminator. I was way too proud of this fact. Even when I woke up I was surprised and giddy. Anyway, then I show the terminator how backspin affects the arc of the shot and that's why he missed.

God, I'm embarrased to write this down, but I've never had anyother dream like this one.

The dream started off and I was batman, I was hunting a group of vampires. I then began to infiltrate the group and befriend them. They seemed harmless enough, I even liked them.
I then gave up the batman thing, or rather forgot about it, I was just me.
I then began helping the vampires evade thier pursuers, the police for some reason.
Finally, and I don't know where the transformation happened, I was a vampire.
And at the encouragement of the group I was to eat this woman.
And I did it.
The dream was just so real, I could feel her life coursing out of her.
I was drinking her blood from her neck, and even squeezing her body, encouraging the flow of the liquid, that part really stuck with me.
And then the wierd part, I never became lucid, but, I had all these powers.
The best was flying, I never once stopped and realized I was dreaming, which is really the wierd part, normally I never have abilities like that with out being lucid.
I began flying, and I even picked up a coven member who couldn't fly and put them on my back.


This dream is bizarre to me for so many reasons,,,,,,I"m not goth,,,I'm not depressed,,,,I'm not into any vampire movies or literature,,,,,,I just don't get why I would dream this, and so completly be immersed in it.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

22:30 GMT

Group trip on a van
(Potential SD)--> I was interacting with some group in a van. Like a 9 seat van. I was outside of the van but talking with some guy sitting in the middle row. He is handing me over something. I think there are two girls by his side, but anyway he was in the middle seat. He had a very strong and sexual presence and I felt both intimidated and attracted to him. Then he tells me to hand over or say something to the guys on the back row, so I slide the door to see who's there. At first it’s undefined. I just notice some younger girl near the door but the other people are not yet clear to me. But as I focus, the person in the middle becomes Marco Polo, my ex-boss, ex-crush. Behind him is a guy from the board of his organization. I’m doing whatever I was instructed to do by the other guy and it puts me in a position power towards Marco Polo. He looks me in the eyes and I see he hasn’t forgotten me and he is hoping I also still nurture feelings for him, so I ease the whatever pressure I’m putting on him. I look cold and distant, like he doesn’t mean anything to me anymore, but inside I feel glad that he misses me. I ask them to get out of the van, which they do but he is using his diplomacy and charm to try to soften me. He asks me if I know about the latest project his office is working on and I say no, that I read their newsletter regularly, but either haven’t read the last one or I just missed the news. But I don’t show any interest in knowing anyway. Then the other guy that gave me whatever mission I was accomplishing was also outside the van and we go arm-in-arm guiding the group to some place. It’s some sort of company building and I can only tell it’s in Japan, because they ask us to take off our shoes and put them in a locker they have in the lobby. I had just picked some brochures from the front desk trying to figure out what this place was. I noticed they were written in Portuguese but before I manage to read anything the lady guide really pushes us to take our shoes off. I tell her I worry my feet might smell and she says there’s nothing to worry because they have refreshing wipes in the toilet room for cleaning the feet. Much better.

00:30 GMT

So much wrong put together
At some house with some guy, my dad’s friend I think. This guy is abusing me, he pulled my pants down and he his touching me. I don’t know how I allowed it to happen, I just was there in the middle of it when I became aware of it. My dad comes in exactly on that moment and sees it. Unfortunately he seems to be more embarrassed that I’m half naked, than with the fact this guy is abusing me. The guy loses his grip so I run and cover my body. The guy then leaves and my dad goes to sleep. I play with the dog. To my horror I notice that the dog has his jaw dislocated and I go wake up my dad to take the dog to the vet. But then my cat is also in the picture and I find out he just broke my dad’s chess marble pieces he kept under the bed. He says I must discipline the cat and then I see more broken pieces. On his bedside table I find a particularly weird object – a crucified Buddha - beheaded by the cat.

02:00 GMT

Book of memories
On my way to some classroom (not in school anymore, something for adults) but I want to arrive there flying to impress everybody. Inside the classroom I see Benny, a co-worker with whom I have a communication problem. I want to use the opportunity to break the ice, but I chicken out and first go to toilet. Inside it I enter the first toilet compartment, but I almost can’t move inside so I get out and try the next one. Better, but then I’m being pressured by some lady who’s also in need to use it. Back in the classroom I see some books that were left on a table – I guess related to our class – and I find one which includes a detailed report from a camp retreat where I was as a child. The date on it is 1995, but I know it was even before that, more likely 1991. As I go through it and see the pictures I am immediately transported to those days and I relive the events. Then I realise this book is from Nighthawk. I didn’t even know he was around. I ask him why he has that book and if I can keep it. It includes group pictures where I appear and it’s both embarrassing that others see it and I would also like to have it for myself as a souvenir. But he says no, he won’t give me the book. He knows how much this upsets me.

Daycare lady
On a bus or train with my BF and with my cat on my lap. My BF wants the cat to get fresh air from the window, but I say this is no dog and he might jump out, so I actually ask everybody to close the windows that are open. Some people only then notice I have a cat with me and come to cuddle him. One of these persons is Dulce, a lady that took care of me in the daycare when I was a kid and that keeps showing up in my dreams. I never spoke to her on dreams before, so this time I say hi. As I say hi, she seems to notice me also for the first time and makes a big smile and asks me what have I been doing all these years.

5:00 GMT

A mystical surreal painting
I just remember the dream from when I became lucid. I was at a empty room, with a big window with no glass. Outside is a golden light shimmering through the leaves of a tree. I decide to sit to meditate and there’s a pillow right there in the middle of the empty floor. I sit but I don’t feel comfortable. I ignore that and focus on visualizing a Buddha I'm supposed to visualize. I face the naked wall, so it becomes easier than on previous occasions. I see his contours starting to form on the wall, like an ethereal coloured outline. But never a solid figure. Suddenly it becomes a ball of light that hits me and knocks me down. I have this freefall sensation I get when I am falling from the dream but I hold on and I get back in. Once again facing the wall, I visualize this Buddha but his outline figure gives rise to a painting, a perfectly drawn, detailed and clear surreal painting. I feel so surprised that I try to memorize it in all details. I go from the centre to the left and then right trying to memorize the figures, the tones and the words written on it, but it’s not easy. It’s in beige and mocha tones. In the centre a bit tilted to opposite sides are the Pisa Tower and the Eiffel Tower. On the side are the names of European cities, like Paris, Rome, etc. Below a giant pair of eyes and this is landed on a flat terrain with a sea on the left. On the right there are buildings and people, like scenes from an urban landscape and on the left facing the sea is Obélix a bit slender than usual and Astérix with a donkey’s head and wings, hovering above the floor. There’s a black guy in the first plan and on some rocky island in the middle of the sea are some nymphs with wings. Sparse along the picture are what seem to be random words, which I tried to memorise, but forgot. I woke up before I got to memorize all the details.

Doing Reiki to my mom
(FA)--> I slide in again but I get convinced that I woke up for good, because I “woke up” on my bed on side position as I had fallen asleep and I do a RC to confirm. I conclude I’m still dreaming. On the bed by my side is my BF, but as usual he is just to inside the dream and kind of dragging me down. I almost wake up again but I hold on and find myself lying down again on the bed. (FA)--> Once again I do RC just to be sure and I find out I am still dreaming. I get up and realise this time I’m not in my room, but in my mom’s. I see her on the bed. She woke up and I go to her side and tell her this is a dream and ask her if I can do Reiki on her. She is again not believing me this is a dream but she agrees with the Reiki. She turns belly down and as I channel energy to her body I wish and visualize that all illnesses and bad energies are cast away, that all obstacles to her health and life are removed. But I strange that I’m not feeling any actual energy flowing, so I decide to do an experiment. I ask her for her flask of vitamins she has on her bedside table and she hands it over to me. I try to energize the pills so they become more powerful and they start moving fast inside the flask as if stirred in a washing machine. It’s so crazy to watch. I try to channel energy to objects and that’s what happens to all of them. So I go back to her and do more Reiki, confident that there is energy flowing, but she is very quiet, as if she fell asleep and then she totally faded away, leaving only the clothes behind. I guess she probably woke up, into the RL. I also slip into waking up, but then slide back in. I find myself in some place with other people, like the empty room where I was first lucid this night, but now is full of people and there’s some event going on. I don’t feel interesting in whatever it is taking place so I decide to keep working on my chi. I remember I did a kamehame in some dream before, but now I want to do it in a serious, non-cartoon like version. Just projecting the chi, not balls of fire. So I target objects that are around in the room and I try to knock them down with chi projections. After a while, the objects started to shake, hit by something, but none actually fell. The blasts were too weak. I felt disappointed and thought that at this pace, I will never actually be able to do this in RL, if not even in dreams I master it.
I fly through the window, pass by the tree branches of that tree I had seen before through the window, but on the ground a guy I know, Fernando, is calling me. I stop and ask what’s up and he introduces me to some geeky guy he says needs a tour around the town. I agree to do it, just so he would let me go. From above the tree I see a fantastic landscape with green hills and valleys. The sun is already setting and it is becoming dark, but on top a hill I see a flat garden and decide to land there to sit a bit more and continue meditation. But when I arrive there, some blond lady jumps from out of nowhere and tells me this place is closed and I must come back during the day. Then I woke up for good.

7:00 GMT

NOTE: Good news is my mom felt the effects. I asked her once again if she had anything to tell me and she just said "I don't recall any dream, but at 3 am I went to sleep full of pain in my shoulders and at 6 am I woke up so refreshed and inspired!" She wrote a 5 pages letter between 6 and 7 am, which she was delaying for about a year (delicate issue with a friend) and she said the words just came out flowing like a river, with no hesitation or corrections. Good for her! Then I told her about my little experiment, she was thrilled and asked me to do some more

Had several dreams with much better recall than this one, but they were boring.

The Doctors
Clarity: 2/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

Some people and I are with Doctor Who, only he's not a nice Doctor. He's not evil like The Master, he's just not friendly, pleasant or helpful. We're somehow altering the past, which is changing the present. Mostly it's just changing The Doctor. The Doctor changes about 5 times into completely different people before he's back to his helpful self.

Now we have to get past a guarded checkpoint. There is a rusted old rocket propelled orb thing you ride in, but it's too dilapidated to work. We get in it, and The Doctor disappears into the past to change things for us. Suddenly, our rocket ride is in working order, the rockets kick in, and blast us through the checkpoint, surprising the guards.

But it doesn't take us much farther than the checkpoint, and armed guards begin to run after us. We get out and run for it.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

30/11/10 I was with 2 people following a “case” we were trying to weed out a traitor in our midst. This all of a sudden means we have to climb a big building and we are looking at people coming down the sides. Although I am lucid at this point I am not able to comprehend that I am able to fly up there, primarily because the plot seems to be oriented around the Dresden Files. I soon figure out by way of my companion pointing out that Morgan Freeman, the other companion previously, has managed to reach the top of the building without getting caught by the bad guys climbing down. Right so I have my traitor and I figure the most prominent way to reach the top of this buidling will be with a spell. I point my hand to the ground and shout Forzare! and I fly massively high into the air. Already as I am on the way up I remember that I tend to have a problem with falling down, I don't freaking like it! However the fact that I am conscious about my fear hitting me, before it actually does so, means I am prepared for it and can control it. I manage a solution which partially means using the same spell, with less juice, to control my decent and partially turning into a giant of obscure proportions. I land on the roof top and Morgan Freeman, the traitor is ridiculously small compared to me. Damn I think, however this seems to be a tad premature as I actually do manage to shrink in size, with considerable less effort than what I have tried before. The only problem is that Freeman sees a way of loosing me by shrinking as well and after. So I stand there for a bit increasing the size and animation, from what is best described as a jelly bear, to a fully functioning version of the man, backwards and forwards. Which although it actually was entertaining to watch, was frustrating as hell because I couldn't keep him large.

I give up and fly out of the window without breaking it. I feel relieved as I have that amount of control available again plus the fact that I have managed to reduce in size and actually demonstrate some form of control over something external to me, something I am not normally too great at. I fly around for a bit until I can feel the dream slipping a bit, but I can't manage to stabilise it. However I have a false awakening as I fall out of my bed and can hear myself talking. I notice that my flat mate can hear me again, but he shrugs it off, because he knows I am dreaming (Here is another great lucidity miss, just coming out of a lucid state, I am aware I am talking in my sleep and I know my flat mate is aware that “I am just dreaming”, yet I don't become lucid again) I wake up soon after.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

01:00 GMT

Harassed at a temple
I am visiting some new place. There’s a temple and pyramids and on this temple I recall seeing carved in stone what seems to be the Pokémon balls (I don’t know the name of the devices, ‘cause I don’t watch the series). I’m resting, sitting on the floor against a pillar, on a platform on the top of a tall staircase with a view to a square – actually it reminds me of the Inca or Aztec kind of pyramid temples, with view to a central square. A guy comes from behind me and he’s harassing me, trying to seduce me, but I know he is up to no good. Luckily there’s some other cute guy around with whom I decide to stick to get rid of the other and we leave together. Then some scene where I’m drinking coffee and writing a story for a newspaper.

04:00 GMT

Coming home
Coming to my mom’s home by car, with my dad on the passenger side. I am hoping to find my neighbour Carla but she doesn’t show up. There aren’t parking spaces available, but a neighbour who was just looking through the window (I think) came downstairs and parked his car better so we could also park.

7:00 GMT

Leaving a friend's house
I was at a nice home with some friends, maybe someone’s birthday party, but I was actually staying there for a few days already, when my mom and BF come to get me. I was surprised, like they came too early, so when I am at the door to go I remember I have left things behind, so I run back to a room where I was and see some of my clothes lying over the bed and some tupperwares with food. I gather all the food in one Tupperware and some guy who’s in the same room, looks disgusted that I’m doing that over there. I couldn’t care less about his feelings, but then the dream starts to shift and I realize I am dreaming. I almost wake up, but hold on to the flow of images passing by.

Healing a friend and a confirmed shared dream
I held on to the passing imagery and I entered a new dream lucid. My first thought was “Is this a WILD or a DILD?”, because I wasn’t really sure if I had woke up somewhere in the transition. But now in retrospective, I don’t think I did and I think it was a DILD.
So the dream was an amazing Alps landscape. I fly and sit on top of a stone wall, with a view over the mountains and the green valleys. I start focusing to meditate but the wall starts to shake and some stones break apart. I almost fall and I almost wake up, but I remember I can hover, so I do that. I decide to sit back on that wall and hang on no matter what. Nothing will distract me from my intent. The wall shakes violently, like shaking me off and breaks apart and as I fall, I feel I’m being sucked by the dream and I am pushed through a succession of sceneries, violently thrown against walls, cars, trains and everything you can imagine. I keep still, I don’t lose focus and I meditate, hovering through this fast motion attack. Then all stops and I am standing in front of a mirror. I see my image reflected on it and don’t know exactly what to do. I should have continued focused, just meditating, but I remember there’s something I actually want to do. I want to visit Isabel and do something for her. She is a friend who is dying with cancer. So I cross the mirror but this time (lesson learned from last failed attempts) I picture she is right on the other side, no need to go through tunnels or worm-holes to get there. I cross and the only strange effect I feel is that the other side is upside down, so I fall with my head down in the other side of the mirror. The light is a bit dim, but I figure I am in an hospital. Looks quite nice, all the walls are glass and I have panoramic view. This building is in a valley surrounded by high snowy peaks. Looks like the Alps again. It’s still dark, like dawn. I see her in a bed just on the right external corner of this room. She looks sleepy and very skinny and weak. Much more than how I saw her last time in RL. I hold her hands, kiss her hands and kiss her in the cheek. She is happy and surprised to see me. I tell her I want to try something and ask for her permission. She says “Sure”. She gets up and sits on a chair by the side of her bed. I summon and try to visualize the Medicine Buddha coming to heal her and for some time nothing happens. I am getting desperate but then I see a blue star shining bright in the night sky outside. I focus on it and I notice it becoming bigger and moving. As it moves to the right in the sky, all of a sudden makes a U-turn and accelerates in our direction. As it comes closer I can distinguish a translucent blue entity. I don’t recognize a traditional Buddha shape though, but I’m open to whatever it is that is coming to meet us. Then it just crosses the glass wall in high speed, passes through Isabel’s body entering by her back and comes out through her chest and disappears in the air. I am amazed but she asks me “So? What exactly are you going to try?”. She didn’t see or feel anything. So I tell her I just want to do some reiki in her. I am still puzzled and preferred not to tell her the truth. I put my hands on her back for a while but then a friend of hers comes up and they start chatting. I hear her saying something like she would love so much to see Rinpoche (our precious guru) so I think about trying to help her on that to. I ask them to make a prayer with me to summon his presence. We call for his name and then a succession of characters that mildly resemble him enter through the door, but I know none of them is truly him, they lack his presence. But for a brief split second I did feel his energy and I try to pursuit it by flying out of the door and down the stairs. I feel him. I exit to the street and it’s early morning already. I can see the town square in front of me, a morning market being assembled by the locals and beautiful alpine houses. The air is cold but sweet. His presence dissipates in the air.
I fly around a little bit the market and the beautiful amazing pastry store windows, with very traditional and fairy tale like cookies and cakes arrangements. I marvel at the amazing beauty of this and think that normally I would start a frenzy of eating all I could, knowing it is just a dream, but this time I didn’t feel the need. I fly back to inside the building and on the waiting room I encounter my mom.
(SHARED)--> She is sitting on a bench, with a piece of cake on a plate, but not eating it. I sit by her side and she asks me if I saw all those amazing cakes and cookies. I smile and say yes. She ask if I want to share (she always does, not to feel so guilty, I guess). She says we can go get a dozen each and then exchange to try more flavours. I say I’m not interested. But then a friend of hers or a total stranger, I don’t know, comes to us and offers a plate with a half eaten sweet. She says she is full and that we can have the rest. My mom says why should she take it, when there are so many fresh cakes outside waiting for us. But I accept and eat it. She doesn’t get it, so I explain I’m trying to live according to this new philosophy: not eating unnecessarily, even if it’s a dream and I won’t get fat or won’t cost me money – and by the way, this is when I tell her this is a dream – but if someone offers me something with a good intention, then I accept it, no matter what, as a humble thank you for the meritorious action of the person. She is trying to digest that this is a dream. She doesn’t seem to believe, because it is so real, but I insist it is and since I am starting to feel it fading I tell her that as a proof, I am just about to exit this dream. <--(SHARED) And then I wake up.

9:00 GMT

Note: During the day I asked my mom if she had had any interesting dream (it was early morning, so I felt there was a high chance of recall) and she took some time to remember anything, but then she said “Yes, I remember cakes! Beautiful amazing cakes and pastry shops like those we saw in Belgium, those that looked like out of a fairy tale! But I didn’t actually remember eating any cake...” she said with a sad face

I had a very difficult time sleeping last night. It seemed I could not gain comfort and continued to wake off and on. Therefore, my dreams are unkempt but still very vivid.

I remember being out on the ocean. The water is dark, but not noticeably cold. There are others with me, at the time I knew them, but I cannot register them in my memory. We are out on the ocean, no shoreline in sight, and the waves are getting bigger and bigger. We are trying to push through the waves, so they don't engulf us. We are afraid of drowning. The waves get bigger and bigger, and we are being swallowed in them. However, through each way, we gain better leverage, are able to right ourselves faster. The waves are monstrous, but we are able to traverse them because we now know how.

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My sister, my cousin, and I are in what appears to be a tree house. Its drizzling out, and cold. The sky is overcast and its evening. My sister's clothing has been strewn all over the gravel below the treehouse. Next to us is a house; my parents home. My cousin, sister, and I are confused as to why her clothes are thrown around. It is dark and we are aware of a presence. We are frightened. I grab a flashlight that flickers on and off; it isn't a steady stream of light. I tell them I'll go inside; find my mother. I open the back door and the house is dark. It is drafty inside as the house isn't well insulated. The walls are dark wood and the home is dreary. I hold the flashlight out, more as a weapon than an intended light source. I continue to creep through the house. I see light coming from under the door in a closet. I hear voices. It is warm here. I open the door and find my mother inside, the room steamy and pleasant. However, I look back and see a deformed, dark skinned figure, his teeth glaringly bright as he smiles a devilish smile at me. He is evil, and I know it. I recoil in horror, but my mother says that she is giving him a bath and that I musn't scare him. I know when she lets him go, he will come to try to hurt me. I flee and run back to the tree house, explaining what I saw. I begin to pack my things. I pick out a dress that is grey and black, and plan to pair it with leggings. I am throwing my clothes around, looking for leggings.

Then I wake up.

I had an interesting dream two nights ago:

I am in (the outskirts of?) a village. The ground is sandy. There is a ruined stone building on my right side. WakingNomad is standing in front of me. He says he'll go sleeping so he can share dreams with me. He goes lying on the ground. Soon I get this feeling. It's pretty hard to describe, but it was like a feeling of connection, another entity. I sweeps over me. I become lucid (basically I was dreaming of being lucid i guess, but anyway I had the full control of lucid dreams). We fight but soon I find someone else with whom to fight, though I forget about him, too soon and go flying. Then I let myself drop from about a kilometre. Then I take a stone pillar and smack some people with it.

I had an interesting dream two nights ago:

I am in (the outskirts of?) a village. The ground is sandy. There is a ruined stone building on my right side. WakingNomad is standing in front of me. He says he'll go sleeping so he can share dreams with me. He goes lying on the ground. Soon I get this feeling. It's pretty hard to describe, but it was like a feeling of connection, another entity. I sweeps over me. I become lucid (basically I was dreaming of being lucid i guess, but anyway I had the full control of lucid dreams). We fight but soon I find someone else with whom to fight, though I forget about him, too soon and go flying. Then I let myself drop from about a kilometre. Then I take a stone pillar and smack some people with it.