I am experiencing problems with falling asleep on my back. I can relax and lie for 2 hours without moving a finger but I never reach full SP and even just falling asleep is a huge trouble. Also for years I have been a xxx addict, so whenever I feel on the edge of sleep I start fantasizing about the sex stuff and it makes concentration almost impossible. Although one of the main reasons of my starting this practice is having dream sex, yet I realize there is no way to do that without first mastering some basic skills like easy dream induction and stabilization. I will try not to think about anything sexual until I reach 50 on my lucid dreams counter... Tonight I'll try to go WILD and fly.
Updated 10-19-2018 at 05:29 AM by 95667
Non-dream stuff - Woke up at 8:30 and then again around 9:10 and had some long non-lucids, but forgot most of the details. Really tired too so not particularly motivated. Fragment: Something about Dark Souls (3), I remember the feeling of keypresses for attacking but remember being "in" the game. Remember some other scene where I interacted with dream characters. Scoring thus far: + Previous score: 50.5 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 0.5 ++ Recall a non-lucid fragment: 0.5 = Total score thus far: 51.0
I enter a fancy, beautiful restaurant in one of the nice towers on Coruscant. I round a corner and sit down at a table with Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi, whom I had arranged to meet there for breakfast. I am approaching the main entrance to Hogwarts, but in order to get to the main door, you have to get through a series of challenges and tasks. They include climbing across a sliding metal puzzle-thing (which someone who was there before me has already aligned so that it can be climbed across easily), and washing some dishes and putting them away neatly (again, this has already been done for me). When you get to the main door, you have to sing the Hogwarts school song to the low doorknob to get it to open. Fortunately, I still remember most of it, and I sing the end part of it. The door opens. I'm with one of my coworkers, and we are meeting to play a Star Trek RPG. We have to wait for my sister to show up, and I go on a rant about how she can get away with sleeping in late, while I never could when I was a kid.
Morning of October 17, 2018. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,930-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 51. My dream unfolds with the same autosymbolic processes and related components in the same order towards waking as they have on a day-to-day basis for over fifty years, though as is usually the case, in an intriguingly different manner. Act One: The non-lucid creation of my vestibular system simulacrum to correlate the illusory physicality of the dream state at the precursory level. An old woman, modeled after Sally Fergus (of the television series “Dirty Sally”) travels through the Old West. The setting is a variation of the “Gunsmoke” (television series) set. She has a natural ability to mimic the sound of a chicken perfectly. She casually walks through town, calling all the chickens to aid her in robbing a bank. She is cheerful and confident. Act Two: My vestibular system simulacrum is closer to viable RAS mediation and the association with chickens not being capable of sustained flight is transmuted into a paper airplane event. The old woman wants to call upon other bandits to help her in future escapades. She folds dollar bills into paper airplanes, writes messages on them with details for potential meetings, and throws them into taverns where possible candidates might be sitting. She also taunts the sheriff by flinging paper airplanes (again, made of folded dollar bills) to his desk at times. Sarcastic messages about his ineptitude are on them. (In this case, the precursory RAS simulacrum - the sheriff - is divided from the vestibular system simulacrum, which is not always the rule. It seems dependent on both ultradian rhythm and my level of dream self awareness, though ultimately it is about unification and reestablishing consciousness.) Act Three: The emerging consciousness cue occurs by way of the gathering coins factor. (This was sometimes used deliberately at a liminal or lucid level from early childhood, but water reinduction is far more common for me as well as for Zsuzsanna.) Additionally, there is the final subliminal association and revelation of the real physical body being “hidden” within a bed sheet from the non-lucid dream self. That has been the exit point process of many dreams since childhood. The old woman is gathering her men near a wagon to help her move a big rolled-up carpet. The cowboys and bandits decide to unroll it. As they do, more and more coins are visible. They marvel at the hundreds of beautiful coins. I slowly wake. Since early childhood, I have remained perplexed over telepathic threads that weave themselves into the dreaming processes. In this case, there are two sources. One, Zsuzsanna had read a story (from a library book I had not seen) to our children about messages sent via paper airplanes. Two, Zsuzsanna had been in a conversation with her sister about an older woman making money with her chickens, though by selling the eggs. I had no precursory idea or cue from either event. These literal transpersonal crossovers into what is otherwise inducing, dreaming, and waking autosymbolism remains an enigma. We experience it all the time. Many others do not.
Non-dream stuff - woke up between 8 and 9:00. Some non-lucid dreams but only made note of a final part of one in the morning. Dream fragment: Was at some sort of compound, it was mostly a ground-level structure/building. The day was cloudy, shadows were diffuse. The ending of the dream was in a huge parking lot, like ones at some airports I suppose. My dad was driving a van like the dad of my partner (H) has. Dad drove up near me and I think I was talking to him or my mom on the phone as he got close. I saw H walking, at the opposite end of the parking lot. I got in the van and asked dad to pick H up. I think I got in the back of the van and it was crammed with boxes and stuff, making it a bit dark in the back. I remember being able to see the cabin from there. H spotted us and started coming our way. Dad drove toward two parked cars with a space between them (with the intent of parking there?). H was walking into that space and dad advanced with the van but H fooled around making funny faces and walking backwards as dad approached. Some notes: My partner's behaviour was the sort of goofy thing he does sometimes.My dad doesn't (and never has?) have a van.I think my mom was in the van too, sitting next to my dad in the front. But I don't remember clearly.It probably would have been a good idea to question the reality of things solely based on the fact I got in the back of the van like that, as it was unsafe, really. But added to that, although my parents have visited us (ish, we went to them, they visited the country) fairly recently, it is not likely they would come over again so soon. Scoring thus far: + Previous score: 50.0 + This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 0.5 ++ Recall a non-lucid fragment: 0.5(maybe there's something else to score but I'm so tired at the moment, I'm happy with this) = Total score thus far: 50.5
Not much today, despite my efforts... Scrap Group 1 Going out for a long walk around town. I pass near an elementary school. A visualization of a nursery rhyme that quickly takes a nightmarish turn. Looking at a Greek myth related comic strip. The latest batch revolved around the Odyssey. There were a few strips of the Cyclops gobbling down Odysseus' men by the dozen, all while Odysseus converses with the monster nonchalantly about completely unrelated things. Dream 1 - Persistent Pursuers The visuals were a bit blurred. I was walking around town, going eastward past a local plaza. For no fathomable reason, flew into the middle of the traffic. Two other pedestrians, a woman and an old man, yelled at me for such foolishness. Skip ahead further the street. Wilderness replaced the houses to the south. The north was instead lined with the tents of seasonal shops and amusement centers, colorful decorations hanging off their surfaces and from power lines near the structures. I went under one such tent to look around. Several relatives were around, though I can't recall who exactly. I was watching a some kind of performance, when I was suddenly accosted by at least half a dozen wild dogs. A few of the canines got a hold of my arms, but I managed to wrench free. I fought back, and could keep the group from surrounding me, yet they wouldn't let up. So, I floated up, just barely getting out of their jumping distance. But then, some woman in a pink shirt and jeans flew in after me. She tried clasping me, but was going much too quickly to get a good grasp. In response, I kicked off a surface away from her, if stronger than anticipated. Indeed, it seemed the woman didn't expect as much either, as she couldn't catch up at all. Almost immediately, I ended up back near the plaza. That's when yet another assailant, an employee from the McDonald's below, chased me as well. They mis-blamed me for stealing food. Had I better control of my flight, I would've tried clarifying things, but that didn't happen. Still, it didn't seem they were in the mood to talk. What's more, an interface revealed their having "powered up" beforehand so as to conjure Broly. As if on cue, I slowed down without input. Even powering up myself didn't help. Luckily, I was still got out of sight. Cut closer to home, where I was floating down the street a few feet just above the sidewalk. Just then, I was shrunken down to a few inches high. Several kids passing through noticed, and tried catching me, even threatening to eat me. How annoying. I slinked through a fence, but one was persistent enough to climb over. My perspective zoomed out. Things now appeared like some cheap Flash platformer game. Indeed, I was now taking part in a "boss fight" against the now giant kid that was chasing me. Just a simple matter of jumping on the brats head while avoiding getting myself swatted. It took minutes before I finally took him down. But then, I had to contend against a much more formidable opponent: the kid's own mother. Like some demon from hell, she rose from the depths, quaking the surroundings in her fury. The dream collapsed immediately after.
Updated 10-17-2018 at 03:01 AM by 89930
All from phone, sorry for quality Oct 15 2018 2 lucids, 1 remembered library F recep card octagon room s. time people thru window recep card cc ods testing room leave quickly expect recep frantically searching instead seated patiently complaining about something else, have 2 donut holes and a jelly filled, give them away wrong? uni library hall - place is fusion of libraries from past and cc 8 par. br top closet shelf open box mms see antenna poking out throw on ground and smash w shoe (?) another comes out i kill, not quite r's, sth off previous lost lucid - something about pressure of finger thru hand lucid - 8 my br dark, in front of mirror, pumpkin, crush/pull alart w hands, inside is an orange-tinted paper towel roll, lucid, my face becomes cotton/pt/gauze texture, work on mouth being sturdy so i can't penetrate w finger, no features just slight indentations, transform self in mirror then wake (tried to add but too late) cool vampire/TAZ dream w armor n weapons (variety, changed a lot), killing and moving through level, at some point changed to shooting glitchy white balls from self like a turret (froglike?) In 8 br lots of people there, guy asks for root beer, go down to street to neighbor where lots of kids are crossing in a big crowd and there's candy being distributed and there's a bus? I cut in front of some kids but return with a packet of ibuprofen instead and pack it with the rest (root beer heavily associated w E6) i put ibuprofen away in larger hospital packet (spelled wrong?) Oct 12 2018 lucid - f in street car lightning to diner talking Oct 14 2018 nl - in 8 w f, d inoffice separated by fence from parents sog, take nap on couch lucid - 8 street daytime become lucid in street fly a few stories up decide I'm using force summon lightsaber, swing around and force throw, lose lucidity nls - in 8 street, carving a stick w laser pointer/lightsaber lucid - in 8 street night, lucid, want to summon an enemy, first think of a giant but can't decide what in SW universe applies, decide on some twilek sith like in SW:JK:JA, at first think it didn't work, then realize i double-cast it, there are 6 dual-weilding sith twileks, i speed past the first 3 and take a commanding position at the cul-de-sac and isolate them using force push,each time i take one out they fall dramatically and for some reason get somewhat naked like an elder scrolls game when you loot their armor nl to lucid - in familiar dream house (have visited before), the first story is like 8 but with high ceilings so its like 2 stories for the first story, huge staircase, dark (usu. is), i am walking to bathroom, talking to f, i look in mirror and get lucid, toothpaste/water splash spots are hi-def, i touch mirror and it feels cold and frictiony the way glass does, i try to summon a saber again but it comes out as a clear tube with red liquid and red straw, i drink it Oct 16 2018 lucid - 8 b.y. F I dismiss after long insec. dream, walk up staircase of square tiles into sky g.c., i look back n shes pegasus flying, i start flying too, it's her and i grab her hands but we're out of sync, hands don't match, remove/insert and feel WB, wake anne s. in car dealership screaming abt. how stg (weather?) is no joke in LA j.p. n old famous guys in svitz-bath w nun costumes, watching "blue x", jp on diving board gold
Morning of October 16, 2018. Tuesday. Dream #: 18,929-01. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 71. I am in the front room of our present address. It seems to be early evening. On my desk is an unrealistically big DVD player rather than my computer (as in real life). It is about as tall as my real monitor. I am having difficulty opening the drawer and eventually find a DVD stuck at an angle inside. I am also looking for other DVDs but am uncertain where they are. I look inside the DVD player and look up from an orientation that would not be possible in real life (as there is no way my head would fit inside the drawer space of the DVD player). I see the underside of the laser mechanism that reads DVDs. (My dream is erroneous because this would imply that DVDs are played upside-down in this player.) The area around the lens is rusty and eroded. There are other areas of a similar appearance. (This is dream self confusion with the tape oxide build up that occurs with cassette decks and has no connection with DVD player associations in real life.) Eventually, I see something moving in a space atop the DVD player. This section resembles a transparent turntable cover. On the left side, there is a small animal covered with lint and dust, so much so, that I can not identify what it is at first. However, I soon see a mouse tail sticking out from one end. I pick up the lump of lint and dust and hold the mouse in my hand. It is now about three times bigger than it had just been and there is no more dust or lint on it. I decide to take it outside and let it go. I vividly feel its movement on my hand. As I walk through the house, I am now in a fictitious alteration of the Stadcor Street house (where we have not lived for years). At the front of the house is a fictitious porch. (This feature has occurred in other dreams that include the Stadcor Street house. In real life, the entrance was perpendicular to the front of the house, not directly at the front as in this dream.) The mostly featureless porch has no low-set wall or railing (and is more like a balcony). I absentmindedly let the big mouse fall to the floor, but it seems fine. It runs off the edge of the porch, at the front, into the darkness. The ground is at least four feet down. (That is erroneous as well, as the house did not have this elevation until years after we moved.) I do not walk over to see its status, as I start to wake at this point. I am aware that Zsuzsanna and our oldest daughter are in the lounge room (still the Stadcor Street house). [key descriptors] This dream has minor telepathic threads, which is often the basis for what people (including me) mistakenly call precognition. I will eventually clarify where it can “explain” what seems to be precognition, such as inexplicable communication with Zsuzsanna long before we made contact in waking life. (In this case, one thread was from Zsuzsanna thinking about finding misplaced library DVDs, of which I had no prior awareness.) [key ERRORS] I confuse cassette tape oxide build up with a DVD player association. Additionally, I confuse our old audio deck that includes a turntable as having a modern DVD player as one of the units. It also replaces where my computer is set up in reality. The mouse grows in size without dream state recognition. Its coloring is otherwise the same as one of our oldest daughter’s pet mice, but I do not have this recall while in my dream. Our present home transforms into a house we have not lived at in years, and in turn, that house has a fictitious porch. That house also now has a higher elevation than when we lived there, though has that property in my dream. Despite my dream self having a few viable threads of my conscious identity, the creation of the porch to replace enigmatic space (to aid in lucidity if the potential is present) did not work, but only resulted in passively projected vestibular system correlation. That is, I subliminally transform the process as the mouse running off the edge of the elevated porch rather than the vestibular system correlation where I might fly or “fall” out of the dream state. (There are thousands of examples of this process, but always slightly different.)
Went to bed kinda late last 2 days - around 10 pm. That's close to my sweet spot of 11pm, when I remember lots of dreams. Remembered about 3-4 dreams both nights. Didn't write them down, only kept thinking about this one. Long dream about running away from a mean german shepherd. Got bit, whole right thumb got torn up. Finally in safety, two try to touch it to examine it, but I wouldn't let them. Next guy comes around and it's hugh laurie, house. First I push his hand away, then I realize he is a doctor and l let him help.
My sister is picking me up from this place near the mountains. We go to a gas station and I go to the counter. I freak out a little bit and fall to the floor. I get up and think that I'm sort of losing it and my sister looks a bit concerned. We go back to that house and I think there's now some zombies there. I'm in this open space that has a hill with a temple/building at the top of it. It feels like we're in a videogame. In the distance are these roads leading to another place. I think it's good vs. bad and there are teams of people. I fly down off the hill onto a road. I remember thinking I was gliding very far and I had done this before. This place felt really old and familiar. It felt like we were years in the past. On the other side of the map is this factory building. The bad guys are in there. I think they're horde but it's just a large group of people. They're flying into the building and I'm hiding on another side of this train. The train is actually surging and jiggling me around as I'm trying to hold on and hide from the horde. I go back to the hill and there are a lot of people surrounding this temple. I'm calling out to a particular girl thinking her name is KSHMR which IRL is a guy DJ but in the dream it's a girl. I start to fly up in the air. There are these tennis courts or basketball courts with giant black gates. I'm flying around sort of like spiderman jumping off of these giant black gates while yelling out to girl KSHMR. I was wearing my pink/white kimono.
The first thing I can recall is the searing heat. I felt it everywhere. Then I remember a being that the heat radiated from. He was large, taller than buildings. And he had this weapon, kind've like a crossbow but he wasn't shooting bows. It was almost like he was shooting swords at people. I ran. I ran into the elevators and hid from his heat. I realized I was on the surface then. I ran through buildings, across streets. But he was everywhere, there was no escaping. People pointed and ran, there was no screaming but you could see their fear. I ran and ran and ran. The girl I was with got seperated from me. And then there he was. Right behind me. His searing heat radiating off of his flesh like the 5th circle of hell. There was no escaping.
I had a dream I was waiting in line to buy shrimp at a pizza parlor. Only to find out my order had been given to a employee on salary. So I had to wait even longer to get my order. So I sat there in my silk robe. Waiting.
Created Sunday 14 October 2018 Got a few things today. Scrap Group 1 Looking at the Bay12Games forums. The Terra Vitae mod for Liberal Crime Squad was updated. Watching (or playing?) an edited version of Super Mario World. Enemies and hazards flooded the screen for an almost bullet-hell-like experience. Watching a clip of Capcom vs. SNK. A Sagat vs. Ryu fight, I think? Dream 1 - Jerk Realization and Old New Roman Streets Scene 1 - Vanquishing the Surrendered... The visuals were a bit blurred. Spectator mode. This was supposedly an episode of Law and Order. A con artist couple, both blonds, were rummaging a hilly city park during a clear day. The two were left homeless due to the machinations of a snide, smug businessman or lawyer. Said jerk coincidentally showed up. He was distracted by a phone call and from a loaded shopping cart nearby before noticing the trouble he'd stumbled into. The couple slowly approach him, pretending there were no hard feelings. Panicked, the man pulls out a gun, and threatens to fire. He gets those two to surrender, only to shoot them anyway. Skip to the police casing the area, the smug man remaining there as a witness. For a moment, it seemed he threw off suspicion, until he'd whispered a heartless praise for his own actions. Once he realized as much, he slinks off, all while repeating '1' and '0' in maddened chagrin. I was immediately given the role of that prick. Now, I was walking through metropolitan streets. One of the guy's co-workers (no clue on details) soon joined me, rambling on about something or other. Concurrently, I glanced at various texts in the man's phone, There, I found various notes pertaining to my dream journal, some of these drafts I'd supposedly made earlier, and others goals I had in mind. The latter mentioned my brother's name and the word 'guide'. I'd a brief sense of deja vu, but it took about a half a minute longer before I realized the dream. Warp. Scene 2 - Browsing the Rome Novelty Store The visuals were slightly blurred. I (as myself) walking down an inclined street during a clear day. My had replaced the partner above. The surrounding buildings and wide roads distinctly resembled those of ancient Rome, if spaced out more. There was also lighting and other signs of modern tech, if dated by about 30 years. As we continued downwards, perspective began getting skewed. Bricks changed colors, and alleyways widened into entire streets all their own. In an instant, I found myself in the clothing section of a run-down novelty store. The place was a maze of stacked clothes. Didn't help that the lighting was dim, and that a sizable crowd were browsing about. After rubbing my hands, I mutter to myself about tasks I wanted done. I setteled for the first TOTM. And so, I scrounged around, pulling clothes at random. But besides several child-sized pants and shirts, I couldn't find what I wanted. Things destabilized, and the dream ended.
I was standing by a door somewhere. Natalie Portman approached me. It had been a while since I'd seen her (fake dream memory of past event that never happened) and she was happy to see me. Other characters where there, too. She walked through the door, but then turned back and kissed me. Which was great. I think she was really fond of me by what happened last time. After she'd left, the fool that I am had all sorts of feelings for her and wanted to pursue her further.
I'm noticing more dreams in which 'my character' has certain memories of past events which happened in the universe of the dream, but never actually happened in the dream. Like in my last dream, I recalled meeting a DC before, but that event never actually happened in the dream. It's like I'm a bodysnatcher and I take over a character's body and mind, and their memories as well.
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