Morning of May 19, 2017. Friday. This dream seems related to the SAT dream of the same day (but not directly connected). The setting is not the same but seems like a classroom with at least four rows of school desks. An unknown person on my immediate left calls someone (on his cell phone) to give him answers for mathematics questions. Snoring comes over the phone. This seems amusing at first, but the person keeps talking into the phone. It is established that the person he is talking to is somehow communicating from a dream. Somehow, the caller believes he can get answers to the math questions from the other person’s dream. (Curiously, I am not actively lucid.) Over time, I realize that the person he is talking to is a couple seats behind him, but not on a cell phone. He has his head down, asleep over his desk. It seems obvious that the caller will get all the answers wrong since the dream state usually has no math skills, problem-solving skills, sense of logic, or critical thinking skills. (Again, somehow I know this without being actively lucid.) Soon, the personified preconscious walks into the setting. He is Lieutenant Fuzz (from the “Beetle Bailey” comic strip). However, the front of his face is that of an aardvark or anteater. (An aardvark or anteater has appeared as the preconscious waking symbolism in previous dreams, including a precognitive one, though not in the manner here.) I find it very amusing as he walks about sucking up ants from the floor and pencils that had just been dropped by students. He also sucks up the cell phone of the caller. He somehow sucks up desks and students, walking about slightly bent forward, with his hands clasped behind his back, and eventually, I get the impression that he sucks up the dream itself. I find the whole situation hilarious. This imagery seems quite familiar but I cannot determine why or from what source. I do not think it comes from the “Beetle Bailey” comic strip; perhaps Mad Magazine. The preconscious has several recurring waking elements here, an authority figure, a fictional character, and initiating coalescence of the dream self into whole consciousness (which is what dreams basically are for in the last scenes).
So the "looking at the hand" stabilization technique outlines on the site didn't work out too well. I am still losing lucidity somewhere in the dreamscape. If I can just get that garbage sorted out, I can have 2 hour lucid dreams. My induction is near flawless.
It was a good dream but I have lost it to the universe
Date of Dream: FRI 19 MAY - 2017 Dream No. 115 - Separated Sections Dream 115 A - The Celebration My mum and I were driving when I saw a really bright rainbow in the sky. When I told her to look at it, these really dark clouds started to cover it up but then a second rainbow had appeared. As we drove closer to our local area, more and more rainbows started to appear until there were heaps of them. The sky also started to have other signs of strange, colourful light in it as well. When we were within our streets, I noticed that a lot of houses had their Christmas lights on although it wasn't Christmas season. My dad suggested that it was this annual celebration that was taking place. We went up one backstreet and got out of the car. My parents had presented someone with this massive bag of Easter eggs. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream 115 B - Choir Competition I was in an unknown building that looked like the reception area of somewhere like a clinic or a hospital. Just outside the doors, there were all these primary school students lined up wearing blue and yellow uniform. Apparently they were one of the schools involved in a choir competition. When they came back in, they sat on the chairs close by with their teacher sitting right next to me. I kept trying to get the teacher's attention to say congratulations but everyone kept ignoring me. The next school to go outside for singing was Killester College. The dream must have skipped their repetoire as straight after, the choir was leaving the place. As they were all walking along with Mr. H, WB saw me and we frantically waved at each other. She had then pulled out some sort of polaroid camera and was trying to take a picture of me. I thought didn't know what she wanted and so I tried to avoid being snapped. She desperately tried to get my attention and said she just wanted to say bye to me, so I then deliberately smiled for the camera. Dream 115 C - I Got A Reply There were two instances in this dream where I got a reply. The first one was fan mail that I had sent to SML in waking life but in the dream, I actually saw that there was a reply! (no reply in waking life). My dream mind had pieced that Logan had composed the reply and there was this gibberish in which the only part that made sense was something about my music. The dream then moved to me messaging TH on Facebook (I have not done this in waking life). Shortly after, I get a message from someone else, I have forgotten the name of this account. I eventually suss out that this is Taylor's aunty and that's all I remember about this dream.
Morning of May 19, 2017. Friday. I am in an unfamiliar room which seems to be part of a school. Still, there is a large sink present. There are school desks perpendicular to the sink and counter. I get the impression that something is causing the water to overflow. A pencil and at least two shirts had been deliberately stuck into areas (by mischievous students, it seems) to keep the water running while the sink does not drain. It is not that common for water induction (as dream state induction) to have negative frustrating implications as here (as even many flood dreams do not have negative associations). I remove the pencil and clothes while complaining about someone jamming it and possibly causing water to ruin the wood (from it running over the top of the sink to the wall). Later, I am looking through about six or seven comic books. Curiously, an old classmate, Ann L, is whispering to me about different things. She seems to think I am too old to be reading comic books (as I seem about eighteen or so in my dream). I show her that some of them are adult comics but she does not seem to understand. There is also a Woody Woodpecker comic book, but its content relates to a human farmer doing work with a tractor in a barnyard. (This scene is bizarre on another level, as Ann L had not even crossed my mind even once in many years, so I have no idea how or why this character appeared.) The teacher had not been present all this time and some of the students had left. Others are annoyed. The (unfamiliar) teacher arrives in a taxi. At this point, the setting has changed and seems modeled after my high school’s open lunch break area near the school chuckwagon (though there is the typical ambiguity of a combined indoor-outdoor essence). We are going to take the SAT test. I read through several pages of the test. Interestingly, even though I am not lucid, the writing is clear to read and does not change at any time. One phrase says, “Describe a dream you had, in detail”. Another says, “Describe why you are angry at this test”. There is one area where I write my name as well as needing to fill in the circles that contain the letters of my name. I am aware that whatever handwriting is on the pages is read by OCR, the filled-in circles by the original method. Without realizing it until later, the induction event was partly precognitive. After waking, it turns out that Zsuzsanna had discovered that a window we had not used in a long time was jammed. Part of the problem was a pencil with a strange figure on the eraser end that was not one of ours. I had to use a screwdriver to pry part of the frame out (both the vertical part and the sill) to get the window to become unstuck (though it may also have gotten like this from rainwater swelling it slightly). I had my dream before Zsuzsanna noticed this, though at least one dream per day (validated to have been seemingly continuous even before we met in reality by looking at her old journals) is based on something she had been thinking about just previously without telling me, usually the most unusual or unlikely feature or event - which validates a possible biological factor relevant to survival. Still, as in this case, the precognitive element is sometimes mixed in as composite synthesis (though often all the visual dynamics are exact). However, Zsuzsanna also told me she used a wire to unblock the laundry sink recently (and had not told me) and aside from the typical debris, found an artist’s paintbrush stuck in it.
Lame work dream. Another work related dream. I had to work at a different store for the day. I remember the inside being really big. more HH of Bjork I'm half asleep an see a woman's face in hypnagogic imagery. It's like she's trying to conceal who she is but not doing a very good job. she has her hand over the bridge of her nose. But I see the eyes and hair that is kind of dyed red. It's obviously Bjork. Lucid Party Asuka is leading me out of a bedroom while I'm lucid. she leads me into the dining room where data, and some of our children are in party hats and there's big cake on the table. I want to dilate time and think of a song. I start singing a parody of the ending lambchops song, "song that doesn't end" and try to make the lyrics about dreams, "This is the dream that doesn't end!" But everyone starts singing the lambchops version off time with mine. It throws me off. and for some reason it wakes me up. Invasion Can't remember much but a bunch of dimensional portals open in my house. They are energetic circles with red edges and people run through them. Pretty sure it's remote viewers. I am hiding behind a couch when Dr. Strange emerges from a portal and claims he's there to help. He's not really fighting, but he pulls out something like a bingo dabber then pulls out a vial with purplish liquid and pours it on the dabber. he hands me one and says that all we have to do is mark the invaders with these things and the invaders will be immediately transported outside. We go around the house marking everyone until they are gone. I go through the house and notice that Asuka, Data and the kids are missing. I have no idea what to do about it when my recall fades. Different house. I'm in a different house. I go into a party room where some people and my cousin are. I tell my cousin about the dream but he get's annoyed. I find a red chapstick cylinder and tell him we were using something like these to get rid of the bad guys. Him and the other people get annoyed at me. I also spot a guy that seems familiar. I think he's Nomad's friend. I leave the room and briefly become lucid. A part of the house has a bar with stools on it. people are sitting in them. Fa, get out of bed and RC, Still in the strange house. I walk through the hallway and enter the bar area. I spot L from work sporting a cowgirl outfit. I tell her it's a dream. She looks at her hand briefly and says, "So it is. Thanks for telling me." I keep walking. I walk through some more hallways not knowing what to do. I Try Walm's time dilation method. I jump at the count of 40 to keep the dream bubble from collapsing. The dream snapped back and stabilized. I walked into the other room with the people. I began to feel tired right away. I found a couch and fell asleep on it. Perceptual Barriers I'm walking outside my supposed house at night time. Don't remember leaving the house and become lucid. I'm on a residential street at night time. I flap my arms and fly up. I see the house I was supposed to have come from. It doesn't look like grove street. I see a big grassy field by it and some trees. I yell, "To my inner world house!" and then the house vanishes before my eyes. I just see a highway road between grassy fields. I start flying down the road. Everything seems normal. I don't know where to go next So I decide to troll and old flame Jamie. I think of her and where her dream might be. As I do this I notice a large overpass on the road. Okay maybe she dreams at a farm type home like she grew up in. So, I fly where the overpass road goes but instead encounter another overpass. I decide to fly under it, but when I do thousands of overpasses materialize everywhere. I fly under another one and find a concrete wall with lots of road lights. I turn around and find myself blocked by another wall. Now I am trapped. The dream ends. Jesus I am flying over a desert road during the daytime. I see Raven in a crowd of people and she doesn't have her hood on. "There he is!" She declares and points a bunch of people gasp. I look to where she's pointing and all I see is a sandy and rocky cliff with a cave in the middle. I look to the top of the cliff and see Jesus standing on it in a "see me in all my glory" pose. I go to fly up to him but I wake up.
Updated 05-19-2017 at 02:23 AM by 6012
Almost all my lucid dreams start as false awakenings. This morning I had another uneventful lucid dream. I false awake on my bed and I feel weird. The whole thing feels not real. So I try to put up my hands to do a reality check but I don't see my hands when I hold them up. That's when Inknoe that it's a dream. I find that I am naked and try to conjure a dream figure to have sex with, but it doesn't work. I can't even see my own hands, even though I feel them rubbing together to try and stabilize the dream and have more control. I can feel the dream disintegrating so I try to close my dream eyes and will a new dream outside my bedroom but I awake instead.
This was one where I really should have reality checked. I was at my old house and went on the upper balcony. It was the evening and down by the pool was my brother with some girl. There were also two friends of mine in there that I can't remember. I dove in the pool and we all sat agains the back wall looking up at the sky. In the night sky was the moon, but it was shimmering. Shimmering like it was covered in water. Suddenly I realized that it must be the apocalypse, and instead of the moon it was a giant planet coming to smash us and end earth. I had no thoughts of dreams, only of enjoying my last moments. I looked up at the beautiful sight, and Tom and his girlfriend put masks on and said they had them on to prepare for the aliens. What weirdos. The planet suddenly swooped in extremely close, at cloud height, and we stared up at a single giant island in the sky among this vast sea that had turned the night sky blue.
Morning of May 18, 2017. Thursday. In the backyard of our present address, a garden is present in an area near the southeast corner, closest to the fence on the east side. There is an area of ground that is about half an oval (the flat half to the fence). In this garden, which is about three feet long, are a number of moonflowers (tropical white morning-glories). I view them at night and there is an unusual spotlight effect on them (though this does not seem wrong or unlikely to me). I look out during the next morning (with no real sense of much time passing relative to dream time) and there is no garden, not even the oval-shaped area of ground. I “realize” that they are only visible at night under certain conditions (even though they are technically called morning-glories).
Morning of May 18, 2017. Thursday. I am sitting on our bed in an informal meditation position, but the location is not certain (though it seems to be implied to be our present home, though it is not familiar or like any real location I have ever been). There are a large number of pieces of paper of various sizes and colors as well as a few different thicknesses. I am preparing to start making a fold-out paper diorama I had helped design (based on a real-life educational task I had created) and I have softly folded an A4 sheet so that I can cut it out as a square (though only for use as a test template to work with one of our sons). I cut out the square and place it aside. In a short time, I realize that I had somehow misplaced the paper square. I become more and more frustrated over not being able to find what I had just made. I sort through the paper scraps, but it seems futile. I cannot accept that it has somehow vanished, but that seems to be the case. Zsuzsanna is in an adjoining room. An unknown female comes in. I notice she seems familiar (but is really not). Her eyes are two different colors. Her left eye is a bright light blue and her right eye is dark brown (possibly meant to express both pairs of eyes of my parents). I am not sure why she is here but I do not feel that imposed upon. She is with Zsuzsanna anyway. Still, I start to make very strange noises of frustration, almost as if I am having physical pain, though my own voice actually sounds somewhat comedic to me, sounding like “bluh bluh bluh” at one point. I do not leave the bed at any time. I get an impression that it might be Easter. Something vanishing or morphing in my dreams has been very common since earliest memory. It is so common (and continuous in first dreams of a period, including hypnagogia), it probably does not have any significant symbolism, especially when it relates to distortions of real events. At any rate, visual morphing is so rapid, it cannot even be reasonably documented (such as when a dream character changes identity at the rate of about twice per second, shifting through over a hundred or more different appearances, which is one of my lucidity triggers).
Had a fitfull wbtb. Should I avoid my sip of coffee at 2 am? Leaving A dream of Asuka picking me up at my cousin k's house. I was packing things up and coming home. Mirror Brief flash of me looking into a mirror. I was all blurry. Almost became lucid but woke up. Blue beings Me and Bjork are in a strange place that is hard to describe. We come across dozens of 20 ft. tall blue beings all huddling together in some sort of discussion. Bjork is like, "I wonder what they are doing?". She gets a mischievous look on her face and grabs me by the arm and she pulls me between their feet. Now I'd like I'm in a forest of blue legs or something. I can hear the blue beings whispering things about me and Bjork but I can't make out what they are saying exactly. I get that watery feeling and leave the huddle. I stand looking at them for a bit. Bjork emerges and she looks really bright. She's wearing a white sweater and has her hair done up. She thinks to herself for a moment, and declares, "No, this is way too real". I realize she must have done a reality check. But before i consider doing one I wake up. School again I'm in school but in the Principle's office. The principle is the pastor from a church I use to go to. He is helping a young girl use a computer. I notice a screen where I left my email open. There's unfavorable spam in my inbox for a child to be looking at. I try to get to it to close my email but I wake up.
2017, 05-16 Eye of the Tiger I am in my bedroom at home. I am sitting on the bed, and I get up to walk out to the other room. My mom is out there petting a cat… a BIG cat. She isn’t petting a house cat, she is petting a full grown tiger! I am about to ask her what is going on when there is a commotion outside. My mom looks out the window and then tells me I need to hide the cats before they are taken away from us. Hide the cats? She says they never check bedrooms or bathrooms, so I should hide them there. But don’t crowd them too much or they’ll fight! Still confused, I lead the tiger my mom has been petting into my bathroom. It’s small, but the tiger sees the bath tub as a box and lies down in it like house cats will do in a sink. I shut the bathroom door and see another tiger coming from my mom’s room. I lead that tiger to my bedroom and shut the door. The tiger is on my bed… so much for my waterbed mattress. I leave the bedroom and find another tiger. I think to put the cat in my game room but my house cats are in there. The front door is opening so I can’t take time, I duck with the tiger into the bathroom. The other tiger is sleeping in the bath tub, and the one I just brought wants attention. It is rubbing its head on me and purring so loud that it wakes me up… it was Princess purring in my ear!
This dream is from a little while ago. People tend to enjoy my really absurd dreams so... We are coordinating a D-Day style invasion to overthrow the pumpkin king's kingdom. He is fortified on a small island about 10 miles long by 100 miles wide somewhere in the Mediterranean sea. The plan is to sweep across the island from the far end of the capital city and overwhelm the enemy with brute force. I do believe I pointed out the questionable military strategy in saying that it would be better to land nearer the capital and go straight for what was obviously the heart of their command and where their leader was. Regardless I am overruled and we begin the landing on the beach. The main landing force consists of me, the Scotsman from Samurai Jack and several ships full of overly-muscular vikings. The beach is defended by battalions of Battle Droids from Star Wars and them being used had something to do with them camouflaging with the tan color of the sandy beach. I for whatever reason have gone into battle unarmed and pick up one of their guns. It seems as though our landing is proceeding well when the sun is eclipsed by a giant Jack-O-Lantern and it begins raining down pumpkins. The pumpkins land on the heads of the vikings and mind-control them turning them into slaves of the pumpkin king. This causes infighting amongst our forces but me and the Scotsman press on. We climb a cliff at and get into an area with some forest and farmland. I see a compound with a pagoda that has blue roofs and I falsely remember that there are blue ninjas stationed in there. Manei appears and I tell her about how I once trained with them but I left because I didn't agree with their moral code. She suggests that we charge in anyway and the Scotsman agrees with her, but then disappears from the scene avoiding the consequences of her suggestion. We get inside the compound and there are more battle droids along with Sugilite from Steven Universe. We start fighting and the blue ninjas come out and start throwing bombs at us. I think the Scotsman fled. The ninjas it turned out were mostly small children and a few female mentors who recognized me and were friendly to me because I had in the past left them. I noticed that their morals had changed. The dream shifted to something to do with training the blue ninjas to use a zipline and there was this park ranger woman involved.
Oddly I'm not sure what exactly made me lucid in this dream. It just happened and I had total control of my actions in the dream environment. To start out with I was in Dubai swimming in the gulf. The water was crystal clear and I was collecting coins from the gulf floor. The coins were of all different Currencies including my native Canada. It was easy for me to find all sorts of things on the floor of the gulf because it was a very hard surface, sort of like the salt flats or even the Black Rock Desert in Nevada. I wasn't alone as I remember picking up coins nearby other people's feet. From there I went to a dark blue room with a high ceiling. It had a large window on one side and a staircase in it. I decided that in this room I was going to try out flying to see if I could figure it out. I hadn't tried that in my last LD. I easily flew around the room and instantly experienced the joy and euphoria that many LDers have described. Knowing from others that this feeling often kills the LD I returned to the ground to focus on remaining lucid for a moment and succeeded. I decided to make my next task flying through a wall. I remembered that many other lucid dreamers have reported difficulty in achieving things like this due to perception so before I started I thought to myself that just before I got to the wall I'd close my eyes so that I couldn't see the wall. I jumped into the air to start flying again and headed toward the wall with a little speed behind me. Just as I approached the wall I closed my eyes and went through it. Once again euphoria ran through me and I struggled to maintain my lucidity. Unfortunately I don't remember much of my dream after that but I am happy that I managed to complete 2 major tasks in my LD in addition to controlling my lucidity.
I had this moment after a long string of dreams at different parties. I was walking down the road, fully came to, but thought it wasn't a dream as it was unusually normal. Now because I'm in nofap right now, I thought back to all these parties and said out loud "I am so proud of myself for not masturbating this whole time. I deserve praise for all my hard work." And then I just woke up haha.
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