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I'm having a hard time concentrating to lucid dream do to the fact i share my bed but more because I have fear.. 3 nights ago I dreamed I was able to get out of my body but I was not lucid, maybe it happened because I been thinking so much about it.

I'm in a factory looking area standing next to a wall in the dark. I have a thought about dreams and lucid dreams and suddenly realize I'm inside of a dream. I stare down to where the corridor follows along the wall and see the edge of the large room in the darkness. I appear to be in a factory building with little lighting and vaulted cielings at night time. I remind myself that I have total control and can simply fly up above the wall by thinking I can. I fly upward and grab on to the top of the wall to my right to look over. There is barbed wire, and I launch myself over the guarded wall into the next area of the factory. I descend upon a raised platform in the middle of the large room, and the dream begins to fade. I remind myself to hold attention as visuals begin slipping. I soon wake up.

I wikiwalk on a fandom wiki about Dragon Ball, in my dream, Dragon Ball has a running theme where characters get cloned, and the wiki talks about the different clones of Goku. I don't watch Dragon Ball.

I spread rumor online about being visited by extradimensional entities, but I made it up. I am invited on an outdoors convention on a grassy field where people talk about the entities. I become semi-lucid, and I use telekinesis to move a cubical object, make it translucent, and let the entities talk through.

I later discuss with a friend who is sceptical and believes that the cube thing is a hoax, but then I convince him that the entities exist. I tell him that the entities' reality is different from ours. Their universe does not have attractive or repulsive forces strong enough to make objects collide and energies arrange themselves into free-floating constructs.

My dream transition to me having a false awakening on a vacation with my parents. We are at a resort which brands itself as a 'club' or 'town'. My dad wakes me up by playing John Cena from his iPad. There is a restaurant right outside of our room and we order food.

My dream later transitions to me taking money from a company I own a share of. My business partner calls me on the phone and confront me on it. I tell them that the money was already mine, I just lent it to him and as the company is failing I want out. He threatens legal action. I think about asking for a favor from the extradimensional entities to tamper with the records.

D1: I was living in an area similar to the town I live in but things were in the wrong place. I kept leaving where me & my husband lived in search of things to do w/ ppl. But he kept following me & was insisting I come home. One place was a chines restaurant w/ my first mother n law working there. Another has vast amounts of shoes there. Lots of men & women that were like forbidden fruit since I'm married. One offered drugs which I politely declined. I then encountered what we thought was a wall w/ a mural. But when I figured out what it really was & tried to tell my husband he just couldn't comprehend it. It was like a wall but actually it was the edge of a 5th dimensional world exactly like the way it happened in the movie Intersteller w/ Mathew McConaughey!

D2: I was at a carnival & I was a teenager who ran into a boy who I was having an innocent hold handing time with. This dream lasted a long time. He had to leave & I was left to my own wandering & came upon so many things. The whole town had seemed to be a part of this so I went to main street where I saw down another street that in front of a store were art! I became lucid & went to over there & looked at the art outside & inside. I've only been to one art gallery in my whole life so I guess that was why they were mostly framed pics or things in frames & then some abstract pieces that I didn't understand what they were supposed to be. One had a t-shirt in a frame that said Y-O-L & I went yes, I'm going to buy that so I can reach into my pockets. I pulled out a brush out of one & a man's wallet & my keys in another. Hence The first part of TOTM for October complete! I get wings! I could never really hold any of these things in my little itsy bitsy pockets except sometimes my keys. I usually put my keys on the rings on my purse so I don't lose them cuz I'm good at that, lol.



I'd like to thank Nebulus for showing me one of DreamCafe11's art that inspired me to try again for the TOTM art gallery! My first dream made total sense to me in an abstract way of my past & how far I've come.

I'm living in a house, with an old infatuation staying as a guest. A lot of time has passed since we last spoke.

She cries out while she's in the shower. I go to her, completely naked, to check on her. She had slipped in the shower. I make sure she's okay before leaving. I can't help but notice that she's nervous around me. I think maybe it's because I'm naked, and I'm not sure why I'm naked either. It doesn't feel unnatural, though.

She screams again when she's in her bedroom. I go to her again. There's a wasp flying around in her room. We both try to kill it. I whack it with a towel, and then suddenly several more, smaller wasps come out of it and start swarming in the room.

I shoud, "God, Jesus!!" and bolt out of there.

D1 - Ordering lots of stuff for gardening using big ass library forms, with a special stamp on them.
Charlotte is moving the plants carefully by picking up the matting underneath their earth.
I am looking at the setup and checking out equipment that will drip feed at certain percentages .
Catherine has a stack of plants that are connected to an old fashioned record player in some way Oo.

D2 - Some zelda dream with a big purple scaly dragon, looks kind of cool. Then I go to another area and find a giant white cucco.
The dream gets super vivid at this point, the chicken appears to be made up of zillions of tiny lego cubes, infact they are pixels. It is incredibly realistic and very much alive. I don't want to kill the chicken for two reasons, one it is very alive and I can even feel the warmth of it under my fingers as I squeeze it :S
two I realise that it is generated by software and is essentially immortal, it would just respawn.
At this point I wake up, feeling this is a metaphor for not just the fantasy of dreams, but of life which is also a dream.

D3 - In a darkened kitchen with several other ragged fellows, some cloaked. Eating hunks of red bread/cake. Outside it is raining but I take some cake out to a green moss dragon that is sitting in the splatting rain outside the door.
I return inside to get some more but as it is now lashing with rain I look for a raincoat. I find one but it is not really suitable as it has a yellow and green frog motif. Another is bigger but still not big enough for me to do it up over my clothes.
I head out and start to fly up into the sky but halt as my brother and wife arrive. I am now hovering but finding it hard to fly higher than the large willow tree there,framed against the dark sky. I am very embarrassed. I see my own wretched reflection bedraggled in the rain (also with a beard I don't have).
Returning to my dwelling with my daughter as a baby, she then transforms into a teen with long straggly hair wearing a strange patchwork coat. The place is a real mess.

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I remembered the pre-WBTB dreams as I was falling asleep at bedtime the next night! I was reviewing the dreams, and realized I didn't remember DJing them...ah HAh, those are the missing dreams! Even if they're a bit fragmented by now, I hated losing the entire first half of the night.

+ DO flying view of telephone poles covered with intertwined cable TV cables, some narrator is talking about the cables.
with a small girl (and my wife?), the girl smiles/opens her mouth showing large teeth, rectangular chicklet style, with amber/gold lookign teeth, the woman tells the girl not to pull on her teeth, they should last her a long time.

+ in a grocery store, I seem to work there, I'm flying at high speed up on top of the hanging flourescent lights and swooping down near the floor. Something about eating a tall chocolate cake.

+ outdoors in a parking lot, I'm pushing a huge cauldron of soup in a body of water.

+ inside a tall large garage. Some other guy is sitting in his car, when I walk behind it he starts the ignition. I'm thinking a bit about the dangers of being in a closed space with a working car (?). I drive a strange vehicle that is hard to drive towards the garage door, there is a guy there and there is some conversation.

@6hrs unintentional WBTB
loud truck outside again for 30 minutes idling enging
BTS interrupted by wife tossing & getting up & sighing
But made it back to sleep and had some very vivid dreams including a super clear LD.



details later

+ LUCIDD 211 LD#211 I'm moving in between rooms in a house, like one living room to another living room. I jump float/fly/glide from the entrance of the second room to the far wall where there is a low buffet cabinet, and I twist in the air to land with my butt on the top, facing now the middle of the room. I stand up on my feet and make another jump/float/glide low across the floor to where I was standing before in the first room. I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming, I do a nose pinch and get lucid. I think what I want to do. I'm in an entry room of a house, the front door is in front of me to the right, facing me, I see the door knob and the deadbolt lock. I'm thinking of going outside. Directly in front of me is a narrow, long kitchen (I'm standing on the long axis) with a woman at the far end like doing dishes at the sink. I think I want to get out of here before she turns and sees me. I remember my goal to travel to [Roger Zelazny's imaginary universe] Amber via trump card, reach into my right pocket and feel a card/plastic bag there, pull it out but before I can look at it the woman is now facing and walking towards me. It is my [deceased] mother. All thoughts of Amber or going outside are swept away, I've been wanting another visit with her for a long time. We approach each other, she looks young (40's) and in fabulous health, she's smiling, I say "you look young and great!". I hug her and start crying and tell her I miss her so much. I kiss the top of her head. I look at her and ask her, "What should I be doing?" I'm watching her face while she answers, it seems to transform and morph a bit but it remains the face of an old woman, and I realize I don't understand the words she's saying. I hug her again and realizing she's crying now along with me, and I wonder a bit at why she's doing that. Then the dream fades, a phone call has woken me. ARGH!

Morning of October 12, 2016. Wednesday.



There are some events related to family interaction but I eventually focus on a large toy that runs on batteries and is somewhat like a roller coaster. However, there are at least two toy cars of about the size of Matchbox Cars, but lighter.

At the bottom of the toy, atop the base, there at least five different batteries that must go in a couple different sections before the entire toy works though different features of the toy might be relevant to different battery compartments. Some seem to be size AA, though at least two are half the length of the first one put in on the leftmost side.

After I put a few batteries in, working from left to right on the base, I push a button and a car moves around from one side to the other and closer to me. Another car, lower down, also moves about. Curiously, in the middle, there is a large flat male figure (in profile) of at least twice the scale of the cars. This figure sort of rolls diagonally downwards (from my right to my left) as if it was implied to be on roller skates, though moves somewhat slowly. It seems to be dressed as either a policeman or a mailman.

A young girl who may be our youngest daughter (though does not look or seem much like her and is seemingly a couple years older), while standing, tips water out of a glass near one corner of the toy on the other side to my left (apparently just to see what happens) as I remain seated on the floor. I warn her not to do this, making a claim about “electricity” possibly harming someone if it gets in contact with water, saying that they would “disappear”.

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Electricity or lightning is typically neural energy or rising in consciousness. The presence of water, since it signifies sleep and the dream state itself, vivifies my dream for a short time, thus the young girl who is present, although a function of RAS, is more likely to be the personified unconscious than personified preconscious, the former being more of an induction factor as is the toy male figure going down from right to left. More so, she is on my left, which is also most often a personified unconscious and induction factor. The waking transition is ambiguous here, but it is my dream self in this case that atypically initiates it or at least “warns” of it, especially as I am putting the batteries in from left to right (typical waking symbolism orientation). Additionally, pushing a button relates to an attempt to focus (not necessarily wake, it might also vivify the dream state into full lucidity, though does not in this case).

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I didn't have a Journal next to me when i woke up, so i write what i remember:

Dream about Zen monk of Rio Cuarto. Went with my mother and i think someone else. The monk grabbed 2 bottles of an alcoholic drink. I said... one thing i don't like is the drinking of alcohol, that's not in the Vinaya (rules from the Buddha for monks). He replied something like he doesn't drink alcohol. I left.

Then i was in a supermarket of Rio Cuarto (im living in Cordoba now) and we took a taxi with my mother and my younger sister but it wasn't ready yet. Meanwhile my father came and asked to speak with me. I thought that he might have something serious to say. But when i go to listen to him he starts talking me about how my sister behave in christmas party... I stayed a bit longer to see if he had something serious, but nothing serious was coming out. So i left. Went back to the taxi. My father washed the taxi's windshield, and the taxi driver just accelerated. We drove around the jail neighborhood, which is actually far from that supermarket.

Then i wandered around that neighborhood walking alone, thinking that i must search the true dhamma, and stick to the vinaya. However everywhere around it was like this was lost, and i felt sad. (Actually the Buddha-Dhamma would be something from India and that zone, so it never touched America. But it lasted, now there is migration to America and the other way around so that's why it is present now. But the Buddha didn't taught the Dhamma here, so it is 'reasonable' to not expect the Dhamma to be among the people here.) I didn't know what to do, i thought if going to live as a hermit and practice on my own, would be the best, but since people didn't know about the Dhamma, if i went for alms round they wouldn't put much in my bowl. *

Other note:
*So i deduced i would remain with my family, but i didn't want to. I didn't want to see their ways; to see them see me not doing things their way (because i won't) and not giving explanations if i don't have anything clear to explain.

School - I'm walking to class. I think I'm in college. I know I'm walking to class because there are a lot of other people my age walking in the same direction. I'm wearing one of my favorite outfits - my burgundy pants with my pink collared shirt and my pink and brown houndstooth vest (which I decided to wear today, except no pants, just jeans). I'm wearing a pair of kitten heel shoes and I step right smack into a pothole/puddle. I'm not terribly bothered by this, kind of laugh it off, when I see in front of me a girl I went to middle and high school with - Dara Tillman. She turns around and says that she loves my outfit, and tells everyone she is walking with that I'm really wearing a great outfit today, especially the pants. Then we get to class and it's Spanish. The teacher asks what day of the week it is, and it seems like no one is answering so I say 'Miercoles!' and I guess I'm not supposed to answer because maybe I'm the teacher's assistant and not really a student? The teacher looks sternly at me and I feel bad for answering.

Grad School - I'm in a library at a school, and I guess the stepping in a puddle in the previous dream made me dream of a stormy day. The one side of the library is all doors and they're open, and it's windy and rainy out but not so bad that it's really affecting things inside. There are a lot of people inside sitting down like we're waiting for an assembly. Then someone starts handing out clipboards with applications on them. They're applications for grad school. But it takes me a while to realize this. I decide that I might as well apply to get my Master's in Spanish. Then I'm looking at this table - it's dark brown wood grain and there are all sorts of flyers on it. But they're all different students' transcripts or something. I'm trying to spread them out on the table and organize them in some way, but they are all brown and start blending in with the table.

#1 I was back in High School (That was a very long time ago) and I was sitting out on a bench looking out over a hill soaking in the beauty of where I was, lucid, when the tiles started all popping up down the entire stretch of the outside courtyard area, one of the girls was freaking out and I told her not to worry and just to stay back against the wall, when suddenly the roof came crashing down. My heart was pounding because I told her to stay there. I ran back and pulled her out, she was so mad at me. In my dream I expected something different like a snake or something to come out from under the tile, and I was going to have to kill it. I am sure not good with dream control and my expectations never seem to be correct.

#2. I was thinking about the art gallery task last night. That seemed like an easy one! I was walking around in what looked like a castle when I went into a room and saw a bunch of naked models of both sexes in all kinds of strange positions and there were artists drawing them. I was quite embarrassed but sat down and had a beer. haha. I guess I need to go back when their art is hanging up, but that was an interesting dream for sure. For one thing I rarely go anywhere alone yet in my dreams I am usually alone.

It's been a while since I've said anything. I think maybe I'm afraid of going back to lucid.

I'm in a bed which I think is in Aspen in an open room. There's an opening with a balcony on the left. I can hear someone who I think is having sex through the wall. They end up finishing up and on the right is another open walkway where I see Grayson and a random girl. She leaves and then he brags about getting oral or something.

Separate dream I'm on the beach with some of my pledge brothers and I think it's stations night. There's snakes going in the ocean and out and going along the beach. I'm frantically running around trying to dodge them. In my mind it's a competition to see who can last the longest. It's not just us avoiding them but also eating them in waves. I'm throwing them up at a disgusting rate, the ocean is an ornagish tan from all the throwup. Eventually someone tells me to quit and I do.

My vision goes to gravel road w/ fields on the left and right at about dusk. It leads into a house where I see Hayden. We're in this room with too much stacked furniture and a blackboard on the other side. He doesn't notice I'm there. He's rehearsing speech for stations with writing on the board. He's going to let them decide and at some point he writes "worst" in blood.

Possibly connected. I'm watching this scene of Sam and some really attarctive burnette who I assume is a girlfriend. They're no the ground him on top of her. She takes her lingerie to bare chest and he starts kissing her breasts. Randomly, they get into an argument and it turns out they were on the phone the whole time having phone sex. They hang up. I'm on the phone with him now as he sits in his chair and I'm laying on the ground in front but I'm unseeable. I ask him what's on his boxer briefs which looked like 2 red pills. He tells me they were lube and then made a gesture rubbing his crotch.

I'm in a futuristic and dark city which I think is Harrisonburg with tall skyscrapers. I'm going back to my room or something for a pregame. I go up spiral stairs and in this small circle room is a path with blue lights that go right. There's 2 girls dressed in white tennis uniforms saying that tennis has a party tonight. I say that's cool and then tell them our party's at bung which I say is far and they laugh as another girl walks in on the right. I go left to a room which is circular with a tall ceiling and more orange and blue lights. In the middle is a tall smooth oval table. Around it are people I don't remember and shot glasses. I look right and ask to everyone "is Syndra coming tonight"? I was talking about this asian girl to the right of me who has ruffled hair and giggling at me. she takes a shot of some random pink alcohol that has sprinkles on it. I remember thinking she didn't speak any English at all.

I can't read anything I wrote down last night. I thought I could write in the dark. It turns out I can't. At least about a dream, which is barely legible w/ the light on, lol. Silly me!

So this morning, in order to help me remember my little baby fragments, I gave them all one word titles when I was in the shower. Now I'm at work and I can jot these down.

Luggage - I was in a hotel room, and I remember luggage, but I don't know if I was packing or unpacking. There were clothes and toiletries in the room and the bathroom.

Shower - I think I'm still in the hotel room, now in the bathroom. There are three shower stalls, all in glass. The last one is about as big as a bedroom. There's a shower head on the one wall, and when I open the glass door to get into the shower, I notice that there are 2 giant triangle sized sections of tile missing from the floor. I see someone I know, Jo, walking past the shower, and I yell at her, "Brandon, what's going on with the floor?" (Brandon is her last name.)

Gallery - I'm in a room/ studio with my ex girlfriend Lauren. All along the all are paintings hung up. They're very colorful. There are like 3 or 4 rows of them, some are different sizes, but mostly bigger than 11x14.

Dirtbike - I am maybe at a vacation resort. There's some people walking around like a wooden framework of stairs and walkways connecting the hotel (or apartments) to the ocean (or lake). I think I was thinking of fireworks, maybe setting them off, and then somehow I'm looking for a bike. I get on it, then off it, then someone else gets on it and takes it up a flight of stairs, then on the way down the stairs, they turn the motor on. I was shocked that I didn't know that it was a dirtbike.

I am an assassin, like one from Hitman. I have coworkers with me, and we have killed an old, caucasian man who looks somewhat like Colonel Sanders, in a dark khaki suit. We put his body in our car and drive. We discuss how to prevent his body from being found, and we decide that we will put him in a wooden coffin and put him in the Morgue, and then spread news to those who might be looking for his body as evidence that his body is elsewhere.

My dream transitions to me playing a videogame, the graphics and feel is like Deus Ex. I have never played Deus Ex, only its more modern prequel, Deus Ex: Human Revolution. In the game, I have an SMG, and the police is converging on me and I fight them.

I recall vague memories of being on a road trip.