I'm taking some kind of ritualistic medicine in an unfamiliar setting, outdoors maybe? It's facilitated by a couple other people who are watching me. I ask if this is some kind of psychedelic, and they respond with something along the lines of, "You're going to meet someone". Sitting in a chair, I start to feel some of the effects, getting very dizzy and out of body. I lean back, expecting to just lay there, but the chair falls backwards and I spill out onto the ground. I'm aware that I'm just lying there, but I can't move to get up. The other people bring me to a more comfortable position. Other fragments from the night: I'm wearing a costume that's all black and very form fitting, like the Black Panther from Marvel, but I also have a wide-brimmed hat and bandana I'm wearing as a mask. I'm in a store where I still need to go through checkout for the extra items I just got for the costume. I'm getting on a tram that is taking me and many other people to an airport. The cars of the tram are open air, with no seats, just railings on all 4 sides. I get in one and start talking to some other people who have boarded as well.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Staying with my mom at her house. For some reason we're sharing her bed. It is already uncomfortable and then I find that she has small stones and cristals under the sheets, for healing. They just hurt like hell. I remove all of it and clean the bed. Then my mom is no longer with me, supposedly she died. Someone comes over to talk about my inheritamce. I say there isn't much to inherit, just the house and her clothes. They suggest there is something more and that I have to find her will before someone else does. I don't get it, but I do find some letter in a drawer. Other people arrive, I hide it. I am attending college and currently working on an urgent work for the Portuguese class. I think I have enough time to finish my part, about 2 weeks, but turns out I hugely miscalculated the amount of work I still have to do. I have been procrastinating and the teacher reminds me how crucial that work is and I realize how late I am compared to my colleagues. I am still studying the sources and started witing one page. I find that my colleagues are actually mostly working in groups and I join one that I had supposedly previously left. Ana S. is in the group and I feel she is a bit suspicious at first about me wanting to redeem myself, but then she accepts me back in the group. The paper we are putting together is about some historical issue and then needs to be translated into a theathre play. I have a secondary role as a beautiful maid which marries a lord and gains power. Finally comes the day of presenting the paper and the concept of the play to the teacher. Everyone is in costume and I look in the mirror to see mine. I don't just look like myself in an outfit, I am actually a different girl. Also fair skinned with big dark eyes but my hair is black, long and curly. The room has couches scattered and we sit on them as the group leader introduces our work to the teacher. Some colleague then turns on a tv and shows a video, but it has no sound. I come closer to the tv to try to fix it and then accidentsly look through a window to my right. There is a hill going down until a small town on the valley. There is a rumble and what seems like an explosion and a cloud of dust spreads up in the air above it. Everybody in the room hears and sees it and runs to take cover behind or under something. The shock wave hits us and the dust cloud is expanding rapidly towards us. At first I think it is a volcanic eruption, but then I go look again and I notice that the space is distorted. The city did not blow up and instead is divifing and multiplying, like a cell. I notice the air seems distorted around it, like a gravitational anomaly. It seems to have opened a space-time breach beause then I see more people wearing old time clothes and riding horses and some old school war going on. It seems as if the time about which we were making our presentation, caught up with us and now we're geting involved in whatever war that is going on. I see a bunch of men on horseback coming towards us. Some of us go hide and others say since we are wearing epoch appropriate clothing, we should just mingle and see what happens. I am not so sure. I get some binoculars and observe the men coming. I see a pile of bodies of dead villagers they left behind in the valley. I feel horrified and feel they'll do the same to us. The others don't listen to me, they just stay behind and wait. I decide to run the opposite direction and just hide somewhere. As I start running, I wake up with a dog howling outside.
Dreamed that I was preparing to go to some kind of cookout/horse race. I got out the pans for the cookout and they had not been cleaned since their last use when fish was cooked. They were dripping grease and were pretty gross. I was going to ride a motorcycle to the cookout but I had to do some maintenance on it like change the oil. My father was watching and he tried to step in when I spilled some oil but I told him I could do it myself. There was also a part where I was shopping for horse supplies. It seemed like I was planning to ride a horse in the race. Once I got to the race, I was not riding in it. Lots of people were having accidents and falling off their horses because someone had laid the track out in a circle instead of the usual oblong shape. Also, had a dream where I was getting ready to go to a costume party. I was planning to dress up as Frankenfurter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was trying to do a google search on my phone to find a picture of him but I kept mistyping his name. This “trouble using technology” has been a running theme in my dreams and I would like to transform it into a lucidity trigger if possible. I was also having a very hard time deciding what to wear. I had the white face paint on and I kept trying on different shirts, being careful not to mess up the face paint. There were other people around doing their own thing. At one point I asked someone for help removing a shirt. The whole dream had a vibe of frustration.
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Morning of September 23, 2015. Wednesday. Dream #: 17,810-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Two men and a woman are getting ready for a television series about humanoid dragons. It seems as if one of the actors is cannibalistic, and the other two become wary of him. They share an apartment or dressing room. I am present but not involved in the show. The scene changes. I am at a post office with Zsuzsanna. I seem to be in my late twenties. I received a package containing a somewhat realistic dragon costume with detailed scale patterns. I open it and go to the opposite side of the unfamiliar building where there is another bench of the same appearance. I wear the bottom left side. It is a fancy boot with green scales attached to a pants leg (with green scales) around my waist. I wear part of the top as well (possibly also a mask or part of it). I realize I must have left the right side of the costume behind, so I walk back to retrieve it. Other people are around. I look at my left foot and leg as I walk (with vivid movement and momentum). My right leg and foot are not costumed, but my right boot is fancy, like the gray snakeskin cowboy boots I had years ago. I do not feel embarrassed or out of place in half a costume and mismatched boots even though others notice (but do not react). Each side feels different as I walk (producing different barely audible sounds), but not out of balance. I feel cheerful.
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27.10.2014Parade of Shrek costume (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was doing psychic and mediumship readings, I believe from the podium and I had quite an amount of attendees. After a spit second, the event ended and I was now in a small house, where I believe that I was sharing with someone. I was in a small room in front of my computer, which was very different from my waking computer. I could see from my door how someone was calling me. A made up female friend was about to take a shower, but she was on a swimsuit, and she was extremely hot and sexy. She was happy i was looking at her and seemed she wanted to play. I had a FA where my dad was in the room, followed by another FA where my wife woke me up and told me something about cooking food in the oven. My dad was visiting and he called me to my cell and told him to meet outside. I exited the building (I was not longer in a house) and apparently, was a hotel on the mountains. I met with my dad and we started to walk, until we heard a lot of people talking in Spanish and eating a lot of European food. I suddenly saw a lot of people walking by, but all of them had a Shrek costume on. However, many of them had the costume painted on their bodies and they were naked. They had a ton of tons of greens and like scales or something, some looked very weird.
Ritual: Second try with the vibrating timer, successful but strange experience. This time it seemed to work not so much from going off (in fact I doubt it ever did), but because my anticipation of the trigger kept my mind alert during the process of falling asleep—to the point where I thought I was still awake long after I had evidently slipped into dream. It's becoming apparent that anticipation can serve the same function as motivation. Actually my motivation was relatively low, for the same reason as last time: it is the busiest part of my work week and I realized that I wasn't sure I wanted to have to spend a long time writing up my dream report if successful. I went to bed a little after 12:30am, and woke up naturally around 5:40. (I checked the clock but can't recall the precise time, I think it was somewhere between 5:37 and 5:43.) I decided it was too late to do full WBTB and recognized my lack of motivation, so I just shoved the MotivAider in my pillow and went back to bed with no further technique, letting things take their own course. Although normally I would fall back asleep in seconds or minutes at most after such a brief WBTB, I noticed that now I was oddly wakeful... it seemed like just waiting for the device to go off, even though it was set so that it wouldn't trigger initially until 45 minutes had passed, was keeping me awake. After a few minutes trying to get comfortable I grabbed the sleep mask from my bedside table because I knew the sun would come up soon. I then spent a very long time trying to get back to sleep... or so I thought. In retrospect it is apparent that for much of this period I was experiencing that obscure counterpart of a false awakening, a "false falling asleep" (FFA). FFA: I think I must have actually fallen asleep very quickly, since a lot of the things I experienced while I thought I was trying to fall asleep turn out to be have been things I dreamed. For instance, at one point I was convinced that I was lying in bed with my body rotated in the opposite direction, my head facing the foot of the bed, but then I fixed this without really moving my limbs... a maneuver that would have been impossible to do physically. Eventually I decided that I ought to have a back-up EILD method so I tried to program my sleeping mask. I reached up and pried apart the velcro near the top to flick the "on" switch, remembering to hold it down four seconds to enter "nap mode." I couldn't tell if I saw the indicator lights or not... I thought I did, but the impression was vague. Did I have the brightness set too low? Oh well, I don't remember how to change it. I'll just turn it off and turn it back on again to be sure. Hmm, same thing, the lights are vague... I'm not sure if I'm really seeing them or just imagining it. And then I realize... hang on... I'm not even wearing the Remee, this is just an ordinary cloth sleep mask! So I tried to correct the situation by putting my Remee on under the regular mask... and I really thought I had done this until, while writing this report, I began to have doubts and went to check. Sure enough, the Remee hasn't been touched all night! At least I can verify that I was wearing the ordinary mask, since that one has been moved and is now lying on my bedstand where I must have left it after waking up. At another point in the FFA I even felt the MotivAider finally go off. The vibrations felt lengthened and distorted again. I ignored them since I thought I was still awake, and hoped I would be asleep by the time it went off next. In retrospect I realize I must have dreamed even this, because the MotivAider could not have gone off until 45 minutes had passed (even on random mode it initially counts down the full maximum set interval), and I got up to start writing this report at 6:14am, less than 45 minutes after going back to bed around 5:40... so it is very unlikely that it actually went off in that whole period! I was getting annoyed with how long it was taking (or so I thought) to fall asleep, and eventually in my impatience I decided to just start "practicing" WILD separations in my imagination. I tried to envision an almost physical pull on my dream body that would tug it up from the lying position into a standing one, and after each repetition of this I imagined myself landing with both feet on the bed with the flourish of a gymnast who has just finished an acrobatic move. It felt at first like I was only visualizing this rather than experiencing it: as though I were just going through the motions, practicing for when I got closer to falling asleep... but before long the sense of immersion set in, and I realized that I was already in a light WILD state. I was surprised that I had been able to move so easily from full wakefulness to full REM, still unaware that I had evidently already been dreaming for quite some time already! WILD: Since I was under the impression that I had only just transitioned into a dream state, my initial goal was just to improve immersion and stabilization, so without trying to do any tasks at first I simply wandered through the house. I soon half-woke and had to separate again. I used the same visualization as before "pulling myself up" from lying down to standing up, but it went more smoothly and easily this time. Once again I landed like a gymnast, but this time rather than landing on the bed I vaulted right out of it and onto the bedroom floor. By this time I felt immersed enough to start working on tasks. One of the TOTMs is to dress in a costume, and I had decided in advance that I wanted to dress like a witch, so I went to the "costume closet" where I keep my clothes that are too dressy or impractical for everyday use. At first I was surprised to see (so I thought) nothing but the clothes that are there in waking life. I must have been a bit confused, because although in WL the closet contains plenty of gothy-looking wraps and dresses entirely suitable for a witch costume, the only thing I thought to grab at the time was a small halter top of some colorful iridescent material. I didn't put it on yet, since my priority was to find a mask. The closet actually contains a box of masks on the upper shelf, but in the dream I "remembered" that I had a brown paper bag of them on the floor, so I went through it until I found a witch mask... or was it? Looking at it again, I thought it actually looked more like a Darth Vader mask that someone had clumsily tried to convert into a witch face with dabs of green paint. But then I "remembered" using it as a witch mask before, so I figured it would be adequate. Next I needed the pointy hat. I must have one around here somewhere... I dug through the closet, but couldn't find one of the right shape. Nevermind, I can make one! I pulled out a fedora made of black leather, and started trying to pull the top to make it longer and more pointy. At first the material was resistant but I put some focus into the act and soon was able to mold the hat into a proper Halloween-style witch hat, and put it on my head. The fact that it was made of black leather made me feel extra stylish. I paused at the door of the room and wondered if I needed to change my clothes as well, but when I looked down I saw that I was wearing a long black dress that already looked witchy enough, so I never had to put on that stupid halter top! After walking back out to the kitchen, I remembered to check my reflection in the mirror (in a spot where there is no mirror in WL). It wasn't bad! I looked like that classic witch from the Wizard of Oz: green face, hooked nose, tall hat. The mask was looking much less Vader-like now, and at this point I noticed that there was even an inscription on it (entirely legible in the mirror rather than inverted by the reflection) that gave the title "Witch," and was signed either "Robert" or "Richard." I assumed the name must be that of the local artist who made the mask, and was reassured by the title that it had been intended as a witch mask after all. When people were contributing suggestions for the October TOTMs, I had really liked the one about flying on a broomstick to a witches' gathering, so this was something I had planned to do once I got in costume. But now I wasn't sure. Maybe it would be fun to work on my lucid dare instead, and go startle some elves with my witch costume! I felt indecisive. And in either case I'll have to leave the house, so which door should I use? I've let myself get into the bad habit of being paranoid that leaving the house might destabilize the dream, so I wondered if leaving by a door I don't often use would help bypass this impression. I know that this worry is a wholly self-imposed obstacle—and moreover that it is not supported by the evidence—yet I also know that even letting myself worry about destabilization can have a destabilizing effect! While I'm standing there trying to make up my mind, I notice that the scenery outside the kitchen door has already begun to change. Replacing the back patio is now a beautiful summer forest, with green leaves, mossy trunks and a clear limpid pool of water on the ground, like a natural spring. The water is only a few inches deep and appears completely transparent and pure. The scene is so lovely that I immediately let go of my pointless worries and go outside to enjoy it, kneeling in the water and running my hands through it, lifting it in my palms and letting it splash back into the pool. I find myself wondering if these surroundings will transform my costume from that of an ugly old green witch into a young beautiful forest witch. And what do we mean by "witch," anyway? I start pondering the question: aren't those two archetypes (ugly old witch and young beautiful witch) from the same tradition? Don't they both imply a woman with an unusually strong connection to the natural world? I still haven't decided if I want to look for a witch gathering or an elven gathering in this forest, as I think both could conceivably be taking place here. Would the elves resent my presence if I'm still a Halloween-style witch? But if this pool has transformed me into a beautiful forest witch, maybe I would blend right in. (I regret now that it never occurred to me to check my reflection again in the pool! Though I still had the impression that I was wearing the same black dress.) Once again the dream distracted me from my thoughts, this time by the sound of a voice singing. It was an attractive male voice, a low tenor, drifting from somewhere up above. The pool where I knelt was at the foot of a rocky ledge, at least ten feet high, and it seemed like the main part of the forest was up there. I flew up (I can't recall if I used a broomstick or just levitated as usual) to see if I could locate the singer. I followed the voice and soon found myself in a green mossy glade. I could not see anyone but I could hear the voice distinctly, so I took note of the words: On the new sensation lying within, One can ride a stream of water, straight and thin. There was another half line of verse after this but on waking it faded before I could record it. I think it had something to do with the feeling or awareness produced by the "new sensation" mentioned in the first line. I woke up before I could listen to any more of the song or continue to look for the singer. Note: It was still very early after I finished writing all my notes, so I went back to bed. I had some NLDs and at one point as I was starting to wake up from one I found myself thinking about the song again. At this time I got the impression that the missing line might have been: And so a new feeling is won. Of course there's no way to confirm if that's what it was originally, but it's the best I've got to go on!
I dreamed that this girl I like and her family and I were antique shopping in a quaint little town. I had gone into a shop before the others. It was a music shop, and I was randomly strumming the strings of a bass, which was horrendously out of tune. Suddenly, this girl walked into the shop and stood really close to my side. I strummed the strings, and they made a really weird noise. She asked what I thought it sounded like, and I said, "Like a sick stomach". She was about to hug and kiss me when the rest of her family came in. Then I dreamed I had a lion costume. You know, like a cheap, stupid-looking Halloween thing. It looked totally weird, but a man who was an expert in lion costumes said I had the "right physique" for it. Then my grandpa told me a strangely menacing story about the apostle Paul voyaging to America, travelling to the midwest and preaching to a farm full of animals, in particular a turtle. When I asked if the story was true, he merely winked and said, "I guess we'll see". I dreamed I had to ward off an angry red-eyed bear from my house in Minecraft. It was terrifying! A young woman was alone in a wilderness valley at night during a full moon. She was cursed. Blood to soak up the stems and into the petals of these strange lily-white flowers that were growing in the valley. Suddenly, the young woman was surrounded by ravenous hyenas. Then a silent movie actor appeared out of nowhere and saved her.
A man is walking down a sidewalk up to a street corner. He stops at the corner and looks at a house on the opposite side of the road. Man doesn`t notice but he `switches universes` and walks towards the house. Man goes inside and is suddenly dressed in half of a pig costume. The man`s bottom half doesn`t seem to exist anymore. His arms are in the pig costume`s arms and his head in its head but no spine or abdomen or legs are present. He has an owner who treats him like a pet and the man in costume seems to have been shrunk down to the size of a baby pig. Weird right?
(recall has given me three dreams to record that increase in length.) I first find myself near the top of a pyramid *and I decide I want to put on a frog costume, my friends, Jacob and Dillan are with me so I pull a green shirt out of a large backpack that one of them is wearing. As I put it on a frog mask pops into existence in my hand, I put it on as well. The next thing that happens is my arms are instantly painted green, I am now in a frog costume. (the dream fades and I re appear in a sort of continuation of the dream.) my friends and I stand inside of the pyramid in the tomb chamber, we are running for fear that we have awoken the mummy. We sprint out of the pyramid and up a ramp to a treehouse like building that is located inside of a monumental tree's branches. We instantly begin looking through chests and storage containers for any kind of weapon, I find a flimsy bow and five arrows, and the others find a wooden sward and a stick. We continue looking for something better, however the mummy eventually walks into the room, I yell and begin trying to hit it with my arrows but mostly miss and hit the wooden floor because of the low power of the bow. (this dream as well ends and I show up in completely different one all together. *I am in a large backyard and just across a short white fence is the neighbors yard. I look over and under a large hedge lies a enlarged human head. It's eyes open and it looks at me, signs of decomposition are obvious, it says "hello" to me and I simply walk away and go inside the house. I return the next day and talk to it, we eventually meet every day. (this is time lapsed from my view however it feels like weeks.) one day it tells me "come here, I have protein saved up, come take it" I reply "you need it more than I do, im not the one who is dead" and then with a chuckle it says "but you are dead" the next day I go to a cemetery and see my name on a tomb stone. I say to myself "so the only surprise is when it is going to happen" *then a van comes speeding through the cemetery and crashes through multiple headstones before crashing into me at full speed and killing me. I then awaken as the head below the shrub, and I know it was me the entire time. (the dream fades and I awaken to see that I have slept in late)
Haven't updated in a while, so here I am to post my latest dream! My sister is about to go to a costume party, and she’s walking around our room dressed as Groucho Marx. And I’m like, “Oh, nice costume.” In another part, my sister is watching a video on YouTube of this girl singing karaoke. And she’s like, “Oh, I know that girl. She’s a terrible singer.” The girl is singing something by Vanessa Carlton or Michelle Branch or something along those lines––can’t remember what song it is. But anyway, she’s not as bad at singing as my sister had said. There’s a panel of judges watching her, and they all have to give her a “grade” on her singing. So, all the judges give her an A except for one judge who gives her an F. And then everyone boos her for giving the girl an F. (By now I’m kind of … part of the scene instead of watching it. So yeah.) The girl’s father walks up on stage and he’s wearing these ridiculous knee-high boots. And he starts talking about how his boots are “traditional” of his culture or whatever. Then he talks about this traditional suit that he has, which for some reason I know looks like a red elf suit. Apparently this suit is some important family heirloom and it has never fit any of his children, so he’s upset about it. The scene morphs into a family reunion type thing … I think a Christmas party. Someone brings out this weird decoration, which is this Christmas tree with Santa’s head on the top, and it sings and dances. And my mom is like, “Oh, I made that a long time ago and then I left it behind somewhere.” So I start playing with this thing with a baby who’s crawling around on the floor––an imaginary cousin who I think is named Tim or something like that. That’s about where the dream ends.
dream : comments : lucid 23rd of November, 2011 I was watching/starring in some TV show called Melrose's Place. It was this really 90's sitcom about this monster chick named Melrose who had dreadlocks and wore cargo pants and was generally pretty awesome. She was like a person in a costume, or a muppet or something. But cooler looking. ----- Tom Hanks and Rachel Weisz were sitting on an elephant. A narrator said "There was their world, and then three more..." It was like a poster or a trailer for a cool sci-fi, drama, fantasy type movie, and when I woke up I thought it sounded pretty deep. Like a translation from old Indian scripture or something.
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I was waiting on a line with a bunch of other people. We were waiting waiting because one of the cast members from pokemon was at the end, and we could interview them. But as we got closer, we found out that the "cast member" ...was just a guy in a pikachu costume. I was expecting the writers of the show or the creators of the games. And worse yet was that there was a guy taking pictures as if we were young kids. And then he makes ME take the pictures for him. They kept coming out blurry and messed up.
Yes... I know its been awhile since I've written. But I should be posting more often now that I finally have a good laptop to work from. Random & Vague Impressions I don't really remember much from last night. I woke up with a weird emotion that i cant comprehend or place. I tried laying back down in the position I was to trigger a better recall but all I got was some more random images. here's a list of them... ~ beautiful view from a cliff top. possibly a coastal European city? Nice, France? ~ brick walls ~ rope ~ Kaomea. but she looked about the age she was when I met her. between 13-16 years old. ~ lightning ~ turkeys running around cobble stone streets ~ costume store ~ Shasta (alt. name for a personal friend). i didn't see him but i felt him gripping my hand very tightly. maybe with fear? ~ floating aimlessly, an abyss ~ i remember feeling water in my mouth? like i was drowning but i wasn't afraid. this is strange because i am very afraid of suffocating in any way, shape, or form. ~ a randomschool. ~ a strange castle. and lastly, some of the feelings/impressions i remember in no particular order... ~ confusion ~ fleeting ~ i remember the feeling of analyzing something? like a situation that needed patience and a fresh eye. ~ layers. like i was in 2 or 3 spaces of time at once that overlapped. ~ the feeling i had when i awoke that i cant describe. it was such a weird emotion, i've never felt it before... i don't even know how to categorize it. it wasn't good or bad... just unknown. it felt like seeing a color that isnt in the normal human color spectrum. Now how the hell am i supposed to describe that? *shrugs*
I was outside on the deck at my dads house. My aunt and cousins were there too. Two of my brothers were in the pool. One of then was making fun of the youngest (no surprise). I went inside and into my room. I needed to present a project to the class that day, and therefore needed to dress up as something. For some reason I had to dress up as a male version of Hatsune Miku (probably because I was listening to vocaloid before bed). I didn't have a costume, so I tried making it. I had a green shirt and pants, but I needed gray and black also. I went back outside and asked my mom (who wasn't there before) if we had any felt. She said we did, and pointed to a basket on the table. I grabbed some and went inside again. But at that moment I realized something was wrong. I did a nosplug RC and sure enough, I became lucid. I was really excited that my nearly month-long dry spell was over. But seconds later I was back in my bed. I did another RC, and I was still dreaming. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. My head felt very heavy. I tried slowly lifting myself up, but it wasn't working out too well. I remembered another dream where I had this exact same problem, and decided to take it easy. I did another RC to make sure I knew I was dreaming, and lifted myself up. When I was fully upright, my vision became distorted, like when you cross your eyes. I did another RC... but now I wasn't dreaming. In fact, I was awake. It all happened so fast. I must have woken up while I was trying to get up and didn't realize it.
I was in a huge Halloween store with my brother and my mom. We found this life size horse costume that moves. The front was robotic, with a control panel on the side of the horse's face used for moving. My brother got into the back of the horse costume and I walked near the head and controlled the direction. I wondered how much this costume costed, which probably was a lot. When we got to the exit my brother got out of the costume and we left. A little later on I was at my dad's house. Everyone was preparing for hurricane Irene. I was using my iPod, but I put it on hold and went in the shower. When I got out, my little brother told me that my mom called and said to get my other little brother at his friend's house up the block.
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