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In my dream last night I was walking through my versions of the Harry Potter universal buldings. Than I was walking with my mom to the GO train station and we walked passed a fence that held eletric wiring or something. Than we were on the platform rushing onto the GO train and than when we got to whereever we were going rushing to get off it. Than after mom and I went to see a play or something. I had the urge to join a dancing class. So I went into a bulding (that for some reason had a ballet slipper on the top of it-but they did other types of dancing too). When I got inside the buidling I was greeted by a woman (who looked a bit like the character Susan from Seamse Street) who asked me two questions. "Do you have any previous experience in dancing?" I said "No I don't" Than she asked me "Why do you want to learn to dance?" I reply "I want more skills aviable to me." Than I was asked to sign a book and when I was signing the book I notice a section for "dogs".

I am at my sister-in-laws house in England but it does not look like her house except that it is old like hers. I am in a bedroom and an acquaintance from work comes in with his son who is about 5 years old in my dream (he is actually about 13 but the last time I saw him he was about 5). They want something from me but I don't remember what it is.

I then find myself taking a shower in the kitchen. There is a curtain separating the shower but I can hear what everyone is saying. My S.I.L. is saying that her husband is addicted to a strange and little known drug. I say from the shower that she should not worry as I have been addicted to every drug there is and that it is easy to get off them!

Next thing I know, I am meeting a bunch of people off a bus and my daughter is with me. I am wearing a white cotton sundress with very thick black tights. I walk with my daughter to a ferry terminal and wait in line.

Next thing I am back at my sister-in-laws house in the same bedroom as before and my daughter picks up my tights which I must have taken off and says "Mum, these tights are way too big, you should have bought the size smaller". I told her that I like them to be big.

I am then in a hallway which I believe to be in the same house and see a big old dog. I pet the dog but am told not to pet the dog as it has to be put down and he is taken into a cubicle and given a pill. He comes out of the cubicle and I am relieved as he seems to be okay. He then starts to get all wobbly on his feel and I am very upset. I wake up.

I am at a party to celebrate my lucid dreaming. Everyone is dressed up. The party is held at a big mansion with a long driveway leading up to it. It is in the countryside with no other houses around.

August 7, 2010

Shed break-in
Had this dream in the first cycle of the night! These ones always impress me, for some reason. They're usually quite vivid for first-cycle dreams.

It's night time, and I was at work, monitoring the cameras. I had one camera feeding from a lot that was across the street from my building. I see these two guys in there try to attack this maintenance shed in the middle of the lot (DS = Watching people commit crimes). There are some expensive tools in there. They only attacked the shed door once though, so I guessed they weren't really serious about breaking into it, so I thought I would call the police non-emergency line to get them removed. However one of the tenants in the building distracted me from completing this task (I can't remember how).

Back to watching the cameras, for some reason, I couldn't get them to move, now, so I could get better views (DS = technology not working properly). I saw this orange glow coming from off to the side and I saw flashing lights. I wondered if there was a fire next door? I stepped outside to the sidewalk and noticed that it was just a very bright street light. One of my co-workers decides to go outside and patrol the parking lot, since we can't get the cameras moving, now.

I went back inside to fiddle with the cameras. I still could not get them to work, and I suddenly thought my co-worker has been outside for a really long time. I went outside to survey the lot. I got this bird's eye view, and saw those two guys from before, still there, and then I saw my guard lying on the ground, struggling to get back up. I watched, horrified, as one of the criminals stomped on my co-workers' chest and kicked him.

I shouted at them, and they saw me. "Oh, shit!" one guy said, once he realized they were being watched. I realized they saw me. They took off after me as I ran across the street, back to my building. I got inside the door just in time to put it between us, but I wasn't sure if I would be successful in locking it. Didn't matter, because the slamming shut of the door is what startled me out of my sleep.

Elise's house
I'm visiting with my friend, Elise. She has this awesome house in the middle of the woods. Most of the dream is just me hanging out there and nothing really happening. The house had large, tinted windows, and a glass door, also tinted. Inside, was all white walled and white furniture. It was, as I said, very awesome.

I remember leaving at some point and talking with Elise again later on. She mentioned this scary thing happened after I'd left. This bear came up to the front door and tried to attack her house.

August 6, 2010

School dance
I was sitting in school behind this guy I really liked. We were chatting about the dance coming up.

[Finding shoes]
I was at this store, trying to find shoes to go with my dress. i happened to be in my dress, at the time, and this was right before the dance. My dress was a light blue colour with a white filmy over-lay thingy.

Hillary and Norma
I was downtown, getting some food for lunch. i wanted to stop into this buffet place called Marcello's where I used to go when I worked for them.

I ran into Hillary and Norma (my former employers for the company I got really depressed while working at) on my way there, and they asked me how I was. i said was receptioning again, but it was for a radio station, so I was really happy.

In the shop
I was in the shop, and the cashier was lecturing me on eating good food. He asked me to guess his age and birth date. I observed his face and noticed very few lines, so I guessed he was 32. I was wrong, he was 39.

For the date, I blanked my mind and March 2nd screamed in my head. I asked him if I was right, and he was surprised and dismayed - I was right.

In hindsight, I wonder why my brain was obsessed with the number 32? I got his age wrong, but March 2nd is also 3/2...

So I started following the "Infinity" Lucid Dreaming Course last night. Here are the two dreams I had:

We are outside of our house, my wife and I, at night.
Leah says her mom wants me to hang out more.
I get mad and say I can't and don't have the time.
She says I can visit on Sunday.
I tell her it's my only day off and I already waste half of it as it is.
I realize I'm runnin late to work and stomp off at 9:50.
I walk up a sidewalk and it seems like it's night time.
I see three dogs that look like my parents dogs and they bark at me. Leah laughs

This next dream is a bit more intense, detail wise. This singer from a local band, Kirkland is their name, is working at the gas station next door to my real life work. I remember going over to visit, it was still night like my first dream, and I was incredibly nervous. So she's walking around or whatever. And then for some reason I see her hanging out with this singer from this other local band, Matter of Fact, like in real life. And then I'm driving up from east of the gas station, still dark, and listening to a song that both of those singers did together. It was kind of trippy.

And suddenly a guy I barely know/talk to and I are going into this tiny and abandoned tennis court. It's right by the highway and fenced up as if it were a prison. Creepers and vines are everywhere and leaves cover the court. It was sort of mystical. I say to the other guy, Nate, "Man. It's been forever since we got a good tennis game in." And we start to play tennis. I just remember the court is cramped and we're trying to play, still at night, and Nate mentions something about how he "hates it when people return in that area. It's so cheap.

So nothing crazy awesome tonight. The dreams were interesting. I honestly didn't sleep very well and had to force myself to take down notes for this DJ entry. I'm moving on to day 2 of the Infinity Course. I tried willing myself into SP last night and I could get to the point where I was completely numb but I was too awake to fall asleep.

August 6th: failed to recall

August7th: I drove my brother past frontier park. Then I remember him driving back and almost killing us. It never showed us getting back home. But I was at home in the next part. Our whole street turned into a pool and there was a waterslide randomly standing in the middle of the pool. All I remember is I'm worried about my little brother jumping off the waterslide. My other brother Brett was also in this dream.

I had two abstract dreams yesterday.

Stuck in China:

The streets are very dirty, and very crowded with people walking through. I had no money with me at all. I walk around for awhile and find a restaurant on a street corner. For some reason I go in and order the most expensive thing on the menu. After eating it, I had no way of paying for it. I spent the rest of the dream running around attempting to find a way to pay for the food. More towards the end of the dream, I saw an open door with a sign that I couldn't read, so for some reason, I went inside. There was this rather large ginger lady that said she was the owner of the shop. She also said it was a tattoo parlor and that her name was Britney Spears!

My Old School:

I was at my old school for some reason, and it was the last day of school there. My logic in the dream was that I was there to say Hi to all of my old friends that I have not seen in a long time. So, after school lets out kids are running out of the school rejoicing that it was the last day. I saw a lot of my friends that I haven't seen in years, I called there name and they didn't even look at me, like they didn't recognize me, or couldn't hear me. Then some kid tried to steal my Zune out of my pocket, and when I looked over he vanished. It was a strange dream, I kept trying to talk to people but no one seemed to be able to hear me, or see me. I was ignored by everyone, WTF!?

My recall is getting better, I remembered lots of details about these two dreams, very long, very detailed.

Waking life Dream Lucid dream Comment

I wake up, not to the sound of alarm, but naturally. Well, I didn't have any lucid dreams tonight, but my memory of my last dreams is very vivid, so I might as well stand up and write them down in my dream journal. Well, it's never vivid enough, so I stay in bed for couple of minutes, to remember my dreams. Slowly, one by one, three of them come into mind, but somewhere along the way my consciousness slipped. Once I remember them, I rise, turn on the computer, boot emacs, use the handy 'journal' command. Then I carefully, in detail, type down one of my dreams. I produce a whole screen of text, even check for spelling errors.

But as I consider writing down the next wall of text, I wake up. I'm as frustrated about lost dream journal entry, as I'm excited about false awakening, and I ask myself: what if this one is too? Reality check. Wow, it really is a dream! What will I do? I jump out of the window and decide to travel away as far as I can and practice flight. Well, I manage to float a little, but with very little control. And it did last for a while, so I managed to get pretty far.

And then I wake up again. I stand up, and then a great idea enters my mind: let's try to induce lucid dreaming from waking life! Sort of like WILD, but faster! Then I come up with a curious technique to do this: I start spinning around, then close my eyes, and in my mind speak the names of all senses, and as I do it, these senses stop showing my bedroom and start showing the lucid dream. "Sound", "Smell", "Touch", "Taste", ... "Sight". As I speak "sight", I enter a lucid dream inside a dream: I'm running on some road somewhere, it's not too vivid, but I know it's a dream and try for a flight. But I wake up, still spinning around in my bedroom.

So why not, I repeat the procedure. And then again. And maybe again. Thus, I had three or four short not-so-vivid but quite lucid dreams. WILDs from inside a false awakening

Then I wake up again, and find myself in sort of an office, which (though I've never been here before) I recognize as my own. It's a rich place, huge desk occupies the center, it's reared by two blackboards (well, greenboards actually), there are bookshelves and flowers, and of course, a computer on the desk. A large window overlooks a beautiful scenery with trees and water. But I'm concerned. Though place looks familiar, I decide to reality check. I count my fingers, and they are perfectly normal, but I have that intuitive sense nagging in my mind. What the hell? This is my house, isn't it? It's perfectly normal. But still this strange feeling... Let's do another check. If this is a dream, I can fly, right? I try and fail - I can only jump, and jump just a little, like one jumps in reality. But still... Okay, I know! In a dream you cannot read the same text twice, it always changes. And here I got two perfectly serviceable blackboards, all filled up with equations. I read one of the equations, memorize it, look away. When I look back, it's still there, the same. I guess the evidence is undeniable, this is real (if only I asked myself what day it is, what am I doing here, and what are my goals!.. that's a reality check I usually do, and not only does it induce lucid dreaming, it helps in real life to concentrate on important matters).

A man knocks at my door and enters. He gives me a broken nose spray, says that one of the servants sent it to me. I realize the thing is utterly useless, but take it with "thanks". The man leaves. A few seconds later I awake.

And I wake up fully. It's very odd, isn't it? I mean, I had a dream inside another dream - a recursive dream. And my mind perfectly remembered where and how am I supposed to wake up. And I utterly failed the reality check inside my would-be mansion. Are those kinds of things normal?

07.08.2010

Island Hotel (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is one of two dreams I had from last night, both of which happened before 3:30 A.M. when I woke up for a WILD. The WILD, by the way, failed when I fell back to sleep. I hadn't remembered any dreams from the past two nights, so even this is a plus.

I am walking along a path in the middle of a tropical island. My dream-world brother is also on the path, a little ways behind me. I meet up with a woman, and we begin to talk, while still walking along the path. We come upon a tower, that I instinctively know is a hotel, and we go up to the top floor. Along the way, the woman disappears, and I find myself in the top floor room with my brother nearby. I decide to go take a shower, and I do so. The dream ends.

I've spammed the DJ section with my posts long enough! Now that I've finished moving all my dreams over from my old thread I'll only be posting new dreams as they come. Of course... in the time between the old thread closing and now I've built up a backlog of new dreams that have yet to be posted...

06.06.2010

Late Night Rainy Football (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've always found WILDing easier with a slight hangover. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the repression of REM sleep during the night leading to the REM-rebound, plus tiredness.



Anyway, I was lying with my arm around my girlfriend, with my mind doing its own thing. I noticed that the random images which had been floating through my head had become much more solid and cohesive. It felt more like "seeing" than imagining. I saw my street. It was a dark, rainy night. I tried to focus on putting myself into the scene, and started walking uphill. (It didn't become a dream just "like that", it was gradual) There was a moment, when I was thinking about sleep paralysis, when the feeling of movement became much more real. It felt like I was moving my actual muscles now. If I paused, I could kind of feel my girlfriend beside me at the same time. I knew I was playing a risky game, thinking about my real body, but I kept myself integrated in the dream by running and jumping. The rain was cold on my skin. I looked up at the sky to find it completely black. It was a lonely-seeming night. I had no purpose for this dream in mind, so I spontaneously took a right, and climbed through a hole in the hedge. Instead of the housing development that should have been there, I saw a football field beside a large warehouse.

I wandered over, and realised that I was wearing a backpack for some reason. There was a kid standing in the middle of the pitch waving at me. I was about to go over and ask him what his purpose was in my dream, but I had a better idea. I took off the backpack and looked inside. There was an old football. I drop-kicked it over to the kid, who took it on the chest and kicked it back.
"On the head!" he shouted, running over. He got to the side of the pitch and stood on a grassy bank. The rain was quite heavy still, and was making the bank muddy and slippery. I picked up the ball and kicked it to him again. This time, he slipped forward when he went for the header, and faceplanted in the mud. It was hilarious. I laughed pretty hard. I had a moment of introspection, where I remarked on the strangeness of being "in here, laughing away", while at the same time lying basically lifeless in bed.

Then she woke me up.

05.06.2010

Ninjas Comin for me! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My recall has gone to shit since I started a new job on Wednesday. I don't think I've had any lucid moments since then- at least, none I can remember! Had a mini lie-in since it's Saturday, but all I've got are fragments.

I was part of an enormous army of leather-clad ninja dudes. They all looked a lot like Scorpion from Mortal Kombat, except instead of the yellow parts on his armour, they had were all black. Some had purple. Maybe they were the captains or something. We were all on our way to attack some settlement in the desert, which was over a hill and through a guarded archway. When the army passed through the arch, I could see the settlement in the valley below. The army, which had been so neatly organised up until now, broke ranks and started charging. Everyone was equipped with a kind of staff with a blade on either end. I ran alongside someone who turned out to be Loaf from Dreamviews! He had a grenade in his hand. I twirled the dual-bladed staff around like I could never have done while awake, and smashed up a car with Loaf's help.

I vaugely remember retreating back through the arch again when the battle was finished. I tripped and went rolling down a sand dune.

Another unrelated fragment I remember, I was playing Red Dead Redemption. I was shooting guys who kept appearing at the end of a tunnel. I lined up the shots and pulled off headshots on nearly every guy. I earned an achievement. (lol) I exited the tunnel and got out a crossbow, which I used to shoot down several ugly, bat-like creatures. I felt skillful.

31.05.2010

Thoughts on Sleep Paralysis and "visitations" (Note)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember my dreams from last night in any great detail (apart from one part where I fell in the lake and soaked mah phone!), but I felt like rambling out some thoughts anyway. Maybe I need a blog.

I was watching "Derren Brown Investigates" earlier, a show where famous illusion/hypnosis/trickster-guy Derren Brown investigates different paranormal phenomena. Each week he goes in with an open mind, but nothing has yet shown itself to be anything more than bullshit. Anyway, this week it was the turn of ghosts/demons, and he spent some time with a "ghost hunter". The woman whom he was supposed to be helping with her demonic infestation described how she had woken up in bed at night unable to move, and had malevolent figures standing over her. She also said one time she was screaming, but no-one was hearing her, and the bed was shaking. All the time she was explaining this, I was thinking, "Surely, someone here has heard of sleep paralysis. This is textbook!" In the context it was presented by her (as a ghostly visitation, told to a ghost hunter), it seemed almost plausible that it was a ghost. But a rudimentary grasp of sleep paralysis would tell you otherwise. I found it really strange to hear it from the perspective of someone who believes in ghosts, and it made me think. I wonder how many (otherwise rational) people believe in the supernatural purely based on experiences like these. Same goes for alien abductions. Personally, I don't rule out the possibility of the existence of aliens, but I no longer give any credence to the paralysed, float out of bed, classic alien abduction stories.

The ghost hunter himself seemed to believe in what he was doing though. But from what I saw, everything he based his belief on was a combination of wishful thinking, poor-quality gadgets, and his own sleep paralysis experiences as a kid. At the end, Derren adressed this, and talked about sleep paralysis as a medical condition. The way he described it made it sound like quite a serious subject- a medical condition, I mean. I did a little bit of wider reading on sleep paralysis and found more of the same. Accounts of terrifying sights and monsters invading bedrooms while the victim is unable to move. Is it weird that we intentionally induce this state? I say yeah! But what lucid dreamers have done is proved that sleep paralysis can effectively be harnessed, directed and used as a platform for lucid dreams, which are awesome.

Me? I love sleep paralysis. It's a great ride. The realism of the sensations I've experienced have opened my eyes to the power of the nearly-sleeping brain, and have shown me a way to access greater levels of creativity. Some examples: levitation, sliding around the bed (as if being thrown around by a poltergeist), spinning like on the head of a giant drill, loomed over by a witch-monster, and thrown onto the floor. All stuff which could potentially have made me a believer in ghosts (and think I was haunted) in another day and age. Thank god for the internet! Thanks to the internet (and Dreamviews in particular), I've been able to recognise these occurences for what they are, and go into them with a positive attitude, even seek them out. It's given me some great times too. Listening to and manipulating my own personal soundtrack- without earphones, OBEs and of course, lucid dreams.

Anyway I think I've rambled enough for one night, I'm getting sleepy. Here's hoping for some demonic visitations tonight!

If you have anything to add, thoughts, or you watched the show as well, feel free to share!

29.05.2010

Superlucid Musical (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was woken up and went back to sleep three or four times this morning, so lots of mini WBTB's. My memory of them has really gone down the shitter though, due to other dreams and the time between then and now.



I remember already being lucid in a kind of mall. It was extremely bright. The walls and roof were made of glass with a steel frame. The roof was pretty damn high above me, and there were lots of little white columns and platforms on top of most of the shops. My friend Hugh was beside me. I turned to him and said,
"Dreaming aye?"
"Yep," he replied. I told him I wanted to do the task of the month, even though there was only like a day left. (Jump off a skyscraper) I reckoned that if I could fly up to the top of the highest columns, I could maybe get out onto the roof and see if there were any skyscrapers nearby. Hugh and I flew gently up in the air towards one of the taller columns. I didn't quite make it to the top, but I grabbed onto some rungs on the side. I surprised myself with the clarity of my thoughts here. I knew I had been completely lucid for a decent while, and had no difficulty remembering details from waking life. Then Jess shifted beside me, and the dream crumbled. I percieved that I was back in bed, but desperately clung to a feeling of disassociation to try to DEILD. I "moved" around and grabbed the rungs of the ladder as much as I could, focusing not on my real body, but the dream body. Not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but it took quite a lot of concentration! Pulled it off, I was back in. I drummed on the column with my fists in jubilation. The realism astounded me again- this was kind of like going back to my first few lucid dreams, wonderment-wise. Just a few seconds ago I had been lying in bed, but now here I was, seemingly physically somewhere completely different, banging my fists on a surreal column-platform thing, which appeared for all intents and purposes, completely real.

Those moments of super-lucidity really are great. When you are 100% you, not some quasi-self, slightly warped by the dream world. I was me in the Matrix. Unbeatable realism.

I think I gave up on climing to the roof, it got a little difficult and I was having trouble flying. (Lack of control sometimes seems to go hand in hand with hyper-realism for me) I ended up back on the ground, looking down the other end of the mall. A set of very tall doors looked to open up into a type of ballroom. I decided to investigate, and started running towards the doors. As I did, music started playing. It was a brass band or something. The floor was shiny through the doors, so I dropped to my knees and slid through, arms open wide. In mid-slide, someone tossed me a microphone, and I caught it, jumping to my feet. I was on stage in an auditorium. There were two galleries full of people near the roof at the other end of the room, and on the floor between them was a massive fountain. Behind me was the band. I instinctively started singing. The band backed me up. I was literally just singing whatever came into my head, but for some reason I was hyper-creative and the song just seemed to flow. It became a continuous medley of songs from the 80's. I remember YMCA was definitely in there. As for the rest, I wish I could remember more of the song, it was brilliant. It was a proper musical performance. The audience loved it, and cheered wildly.



When I finished the song I bowed, and reminded myself that I was still asleep. I thought,
"No doubt Jess will wake up soon, she's an early riser." It was strange. I visualised the sight of her lying in bed- as in, just imagined it. But the act of doing so made it real. I wasn't just thinking about it, it became part of the dream and caused a false awakening. I got out of bed and started typing this up.

Makes me wonder. Can we have a visual imagination in a dream? Surely that ability is already maxed out with the creation of the dream itself. Is it possible to imagine something in there and not have it become real in some form? Puzzling.