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    1. The Meeting

      by , 05-21-2011 at 07:04 AM (The Lab Notebook)
      Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

      I'm in a long, rectangular yard with a lawn, behind a building. I find myself flying backward over the grass. Recognizing the familiar dream occurrence, I mentally grab hold of the situation and wrench my movement into my conscious control. First, I start to fly forward, and then I just land and start walking across the grass toward the building, just because I'll have better and more reliable control that way. As I walk, I say something along the lines of, “If it gets me there faster, I'll just walk.”

      Inside the building, I walk through several rooms until I find one that contains a table and a bunch of people.
      [I think they were people I know in real life, but I'm not sure who.] We all sit down around the round table and have a meeting. [I don't remember now what we talked about, but we were all talking about something.] During the meeting, I focus on staying in the present moment, paying attention to it, because I want the dream to go on for as long as possible. It works, for a bit, but then I start thinking, I wonder how much REM time I have left? I don't want to wake up. Of course, the dream starts to collapse and I find myself waking up shortly after thinking about that.

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      Side notes:

      I achieved this MILD by focusing intently on my feelings of intention and desire to have a lucid dream, mostly without thinking in words, and for a sustained period of several minutes. When I did think in words, they were, Lucid dreaming is easy. Everyone can do it, even me. I had this dream after several nights in a row without any dream recall at all, which made those feelings of intention and desire particularly intense and easy to focus on.
    2. Dogs Do Crap Where They Do

      by , 04-28-2011 at 06:13 AM
      WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
      BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT


      From 4/22/11

      Visiting my aunt and family in a further west state. She is a counselor and her husband is leading a group session for all of her clients (only female clients?). Something happens and he can’t do it anymore. She first hints around at me doing it but I don’t get it, I think I’m under qualified. She then outright asks me and I’m torn. What a fascinating thing to do, and it would pay decently and I could potentially move back to the bay area sooner, further west of my aunt’s state. I am concerned about leaving my mom (who I’m helping in ways in RL) but I think she’ll be fine. I’m concerned about giving up my unemployment benefits, but it looks like my aunt will pay me very well so that isn’t an issue.

      I ask my aunt about various things about the job, trying to get a good idea of what it is like and what the contract she’s thinking of is like. She is kind of resistant, but I subtly insist that we are clear so there aren’t any disagreements down the road.

      All of these women who come to the meeting bring dogs. We put the dogs in a room, perhaps the garage, while the meeting occurs. A dog is left in the living room; a little black cute thing.




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      It looked like a combo of these two,
      and all black.



      It is about to go to the bathroom on the carpet. My aunt notices and I stop it by saying, “come on” in a happy and light tone and it immediately perks up and bounds playfully over. I’m happy to be with a dog that is so happy. Good, no mark on the carpet. Walking over to the garage, the dog stops again and this time pees and shits on the carpet and I can’t stop her. Well, crapola.





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      Nothing to do with the dream,
      but during my image search
      it uh popped out at me, lol.

      Updated 04-28-2011 at 06:35 AM by 44605 (Added pictures)

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    3. Golden Oldie: The Me Meeting

      by , 02-17-2011 at 03:14 AM
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      This is part of my effort to electronically record some of my older and more memorable dreams. I put these into a document then cut&past to DV. This one is as of yet undated but I am thinking 1999.

      I am in a dark meeting room where everything is old wood like some old British library but this is a small room with a long table that can fit about 10 people. I am alone in the room and and walk around to explore a bit. There is a nice old grandfather clock in a nice wooden cabinet that catches my attention.
      Then to my right, while still admiring the old clock, comes a person and to my astonishment it is me! He is followed by 9 other me's! They come from the right and the left! I feel there is an overriding part of me in this controlling some stuff here for me. I go to a seat at the table as we all do. I sit down in a seat I know that I should be sitting in and look at all these other me's. They all look the same but I can tell they are all very different and all of them have a different self view. They are all me yet all different me's! They have all come from their different lives and are all here to discuss somethings. I really want to hear what is going to be discussed! There is a head me who sits at the right far end and just takes charge. I am impressed by his take charge manner as I was in no way like that then. We all know he is the leader here. I marvel at how I am sitting at a table where everyone looks like me! He wastes no time and starts to talk and though I can tell this is his intro I can only hear "rrarr rarr arr arra arra." I am furious that this is somehow being blocked from me. I try to keep the dream alive but feel like I am being pushed out of it. I am pushed into darkness and wake up.
      Tags: clock, me's, meeting
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    4. 01 Oct: Meetings, nymph and instant karma

      by , 10-03-2010 at 11:28 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:30 GMT – Wake up

      Doing late hours
      On some office with my boyfriend. He works there. It’s on ground level, a long open space with several desks and a few cubicles. It’s 1 am and we stayed behind for him to finish some work. I then go to the entrance and meet this lady behind a desk. I ask her if she’s also working late and she tells me she is the security guard and is waiting for us to leave so she can also go home to her family. She is on her mobile talking to her kids and I feel so guilty. I go back tell my boyfriend who doesn’t believe me needs to go out there and check for himself. We then try to rush up to leave and find out that more people were also still working late and also weren’t aware they were keeping this lady stuck there.

      Meetings at university
      I’m with mom on the inner court of some university on a palace-like building on some foreign country. There’s an inclined tower that used to be connected to the main building but is now falling apart. It’s being held by some scaffolds but clearly falling apart. My mom wants to go closer and take pictures but I hear it squeaking and I swear I saw it moving a few centimetres. Some people who are sitting on some terrace tables confirm it looks like it’s going down soon.
      I then have to head to a meeting I’ve organised. I booked a room on this building somewhere. I try to gather people for the meeting that I encounter along the way, but still only a few come after me. I go up some stone staircase – the whole place looks very institutional – and I meet a lady with her geeky daughter. They are nervous because she is heading for an interview for an internship on the administration office. I wish her good luck but have mixed feelings. My father is always trying to convince me that a job like that is what I should aim for, because of the stability, so I kinda feel jealous of her. On the other hand I have a much more interesting life and feel luckier.
      The meeting room is circular, with a glass dome and sculptures all around, very imperial style. Only 3 people came to the meeting and soon the conversation degenerates and we don’t do any work at all. Some scene of ego fighting and bad mood from some of the participants. I call it a day and we go downstairs. We enter a cafeteria and by my right side I see this amazing garden which I want to visit. There’s a structure made from hedges and trellis in form of an ark and inside it, there’s a small zoo for the visitors. I don’t like zoos but I need to see that strange and different construction. But my friend Rita is now present and tells me I can go there later, but now need to join some group around a table. One of them is a guy from my school, a former bully and I wonder what he is doing there, maybe a friend of a friend. Then I also see Lasma, a girl I met last month. When I look at her I have a vision about her. She is in the woods. The trees are naked, it’s a freezing cold and a dim light - some northern country, maybe her home country. She is involved on some whistleblower activity, denouncing some crime that is being perpetrated away from public eyes. She meets some monks living in the woods and then I hear shots. They are running for cover. She is so brave going there alone to get this story out.


      5:30 GMT

      Plant Nymph
      I am in a room on some big public building, like a gallery. It’s totally empty and a bit old, with the stucco on the wall falling in some places. My dad and my boyfriend are also with me. Then on a corner I notice this bizarre green sculpture that looks like an animal with no head. As I come closer it transforms into a beautiful green woman. She has one hand rooted inside the wall and she looks a bit pale (pale green). She looks so unhappy. I ask her why and she says someone planted her inside disregarding her feelings and needs. She says the ones of her kind grow outdoors and in groups. They need sun and each other’s company and she lacks both, so she lives in hell. And because she is so deeply rooted there, if someone tries to get her out, she will die. I bring my dad and my boyfriend to meet her and they get really saddened by her story but they offer her some money and I wonder if they understand that money isn’t going to make anything for her. She needs to be transplanted and that is not a matter of money but of skills and will.

      Working group and advocacy for the nymph
      I am in some classroom where all the tables are occupied. I’m sitting on the right side of a table I’m sharing with my boyfriend. Under the table on my feet are some bags I own. I just arrived, late. We are deciding as a group on topics for a later meeting. I am asked if I want to be included in the agenda and to make a presentation. I say I really don’t want to but if they insist I can make a short report of some other meeting I took part in.
      Then they put me in charge of a working group that gathers on a tiny room with view over a garden. We are 4 or 5 people and everybody looks uninterested and disconnected. I sense it’s gonna be a disastrous working group, unless we go out and sit on the grass..
      Then back on the classroom I use the opportunity to tell everybody about the nymph I had met before and about her situation. There are a few journalists in the room (or activists who would write something about the case to spread the word) and they are interested in knowing more. One of them is a bit ignorant and is writing on his notes that she is a bit sick and pale because she is vegetarian and I correct him by saying “Moron, she is not vegetarian she IS a vegetable!!!“


      6:30 GMT

      Muslim neighbourhood
      I’m crossing a muslim neighbourhood. I see a guy on a car who is totally reproving me because I’m wearing a short top and showing my belly. I pull it down a little. Then I pass by a kiosk and I see comic books. I am totally amused when I spot magazines like Uncle Scrooge, but in a muslim version. For example Gyro’s Little Helper has his normal robot body but the head of a muslim with a beard and a turban. [Once again I don’t mean to offend any muslim, but my mind keeps making up this crazy stuff.]
      I also pass by a muslim girl, but she is totally normal and going about her life. I then reach a main road and I sit on a kind of giant ball with a seat, that I drive through mind control and I remember crossing over some railroad tracks.


      Theatre première
      I’m on a theatre foyer and some play is premièring on this exact day. There are tables with material to pick up and other for sale related to the play and the actors are hanging around in their characters skin, taking pictures and talking to journalists. The main role is played by a girl about my age and the story is about her trying to manage the family business in a world of men and in a time where women and especially of her age, where not considered fit for this job. Then I spot some posters for sale about some other show or event and I get closer to read and I take note of something I read there, but then I’m pushed and pulled by two ladies who really want to buy the posters and I lose track of what I was doing.

      Sex and the city
      Later I am on a coffee table and on the table next to me are the girls from Sex and the City, making arrangements for something. They seem excited about it. I then accompany Miranda (the red hair girl) to her apartment but just as an observer, she doesn’t really know I’m there. She is soaking on her bathtub and on the phone with her friends. They are all going to do something at the same time. She then gets a small device from a package and I more or less imagine what’s coming, but then I get totally surprised when she sticks it on her big toe of her right foot. She then starts feeling something, because she is clearly delighted. Apparently her friends are doing the same on their houses. Then they discuss results and decide it is quite good although not at the level of an orgasm.

      7:30 GMT

      Baby falls down the window
      On some room full of kids and a few adults taking care of them. I am just passing by to take some little girl with me to play and I meet Marco Polo there. We sit on some table to talk a little bit. The girl also sits while she waits for me. As we talk we get really close, as the table is so small. I feel his legs touching mine under the table and I sense he is desperate for my affection. So I lean and touch his forehead with my forehead. He says he is no longer with his wife and enquires me about my situation with my boyfriend. I tell him the truth, that I am still with my boyfriend and despite the fact that I love him (always did) I don’t intend to leave my boyfriend for him, not now and not probably ever - at least not in this lifetime. For some reason he was hopeful of a different thing and he gets really gloomy. I get up to allow him to digest it and I go play with this little girl. I lift her up and put her on top of some shelf – she kinda shrinks to fit there. One of the other ladies scolds me, afraid she might fall and get hurt but I assure her I have it under control.
      Then I see my cat over a bed near a window and a kid is playing with him. I trust but I say to watch out so the cat doesn’t climb to the open window and the kid actually thinks the opposite would be much more interesting and starts cornering the cat so he feels forced to go up to the window. He is laughing and saying he would love to see the cat flying down the window. I go nuts and go to the kid and kick him hard. He was a goofy 6 or 7 year old with glasses and I leave him contorting on the floor with pains. Immediately I feel so incredibly guilty and everybody runs to me in shock and to help the poor kid. This moment of distraction allowed a baby to climb up the bed and the window and only I notice this but it is already too late. When I scream to warn people about the baby he has already slipped and fell. I am horrified because I notice we are on a 3rd or 4th floor and I think the baby stands no chance of survival. I don’t even have the courage to go look and see the result. I am just crying like a mad and I ask everybody who is the mother. I feel I need to be the one telling it to the mother. But nobody knows.
      I go out and look for his mother everywhere. I can’t find her and then I encounter the ladies who were watching over the kids on that room where it happened. They tell me they’ve deliberated that it was all my fault, that because of me the baby had fell. “What?” I wasn’t even in charge of looking after any kid, I was just passing by and got involved in some events that somehow led to it... Then I connect the dots and think this was all instant effect of bad karma for having kicked the other kid and is totally deserved that I get the blame, even if I know I am not really responsible and they are just trying to frame to get rid of trouble.
      Then I arrive at this room where I see a lady surrounded by people comforting her and I assume she must be the one and that the news run faster than I thought. So I sit by their side and wait for an opportunity to tell her how terribly sorry I am. But they look at me surprised by my presence and ask me what I want. I say it’s about the baby and they say “Baby, what baby?”. Upsss, wrong person. Apparently they were watching a documentary before I arrived, it was about heirloom tomatoes and about a guy’s quest to preseve its seeds and for some reason this lady had suffered quite an emotional blow from seeing it (maybe it was her dead husband or something). Then 2 ladies who were sitting by my side ask me what happened, that they realise something bad happened out there but they don’t know what. I tell them yes, something terrible happen and then my cat (in RL) wakes me up.


      08:45 GMT - Wake up

      Updated 10-04-2010 at 10:30 AM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. 25 Aug: museum city, countryside pension and a bunch of random stuff

      by , 08-25-2010 at 01:54 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I have been having the possibility to sleep longer, which compensates the constant awakenings during the night to write down my dreams. Still, I feel a bit tired as sometimes I wake every hour or so. My wish to recall dreams is programming my mind to wake up frequently to record them.


      23:00 GMT - Sleep

      Work meeting
      I’m at a meeting. Tables form a hollow square and I just sit in the first available place as I’m late and it already started. It’s an NGO meeting arranged by one of my former bosses. There’s some important reason why I was invited, but I can’t recall. He sees me arriving and feels a bit disturbed. Then a gap.

      Feeling sick
      All of a sudden I am sitting in a small table with food. There was someone else sitting with me but not anymore. I am on a hurry and I eat fast. Then I feel extremely sick and feel like puking. I run to the toilet, it is disgustingly filthy, but I want to puke, so who cares. When about to do it, I get better and don’t arrive to do it. Two ladies that were on the toilet ask me if I’m pregnant. I say I don’t think so and that I’m just sick. Then it looks like everything is balancing back and forth and I wonder if I’m on a boat. Then a girl appears (maybe she was with me before?) supposedly to help me but just says some mockery about me being sick.

      3:06 GMT

      Thoughts about having a baby
      Maybe following the previous dream in which someone asked me if I was pregnant, I remember some dream in which I was thinking/considering or imagining myself having a baby. It was more a thought than a dream.

      Priest and a talent show
      Very sketchy dream that I feel it was going on for some time but I only recall that a lady was being invited by a priest to come to Rome for a show. First I felt that this lady was my mother, but the content of the dream doesn’t match her in anything. He was looking for someone with a special talent to star on some fairground show and this lady was very colourful and musically talented. Then he reinforced the invitation saying he wanted her to be there not for just one show, but indefinitely. Weird that a priest would also be a talent hunter...

      4:08 GMT

      Politician
      Just recall that I was trying to reach some politician and someone helps me getting inside the parliament or congress and I’m on the corridors looking for the right office.

      Mom ironing
      My mother is ironing some clothes and the cat wants to play with her.

      Award ceremony
      Some award ceremony scene, like the Oscars.

      Visit to aunt and my mom’s cat
      I park my car under a bridge close to my aunt’s I. home (where I don’t go since a teenager). It’s night and it’s a creepy place, so I keep my eyes very open to eventual robbers behind the pillars. A lady seems distressed about some cat she thinks is in trouble, not able to descend from a roof. I go to the place to check but after a while the cat jumps down, so all’s fine. Then I keep going and see my mother close to my aunt’s garage door, our meeting point. She also brought her cat with her, which I don’t think it’s such a good idea. It’s a crazy unpredictable cat that gets scared at anything. But she says she’s taken him for a walk before and I trust her. The problem is that the cat decides to hit the middle of the road and I see cars coming. I freak out and run to shoo him away from the road. He does and hides under something on the other side. After the cars pass I go get him and he is so scared that he is totally peaceful and sweet – usually he is like a Tasmanian devil ) It was nice to cuddle him, even if it is only possible in dreams, LOL.

      6:00 GMT

      City of museums
      I’m going down a street with my mother in some foreign country and unknown city. This particular street is amazing, with dozens of museums of art, antiques, archaeology. Impressive buildings. We decide we can’t visit them all but at least the last one on the street catches our attention. It’s modern art and inside I remember see this big mosaic pictures representing the elements of the periodic table. I remember clearly the Pb one (a clear derivation from a conversation I had the day before, about an ass as heavy as lead, LOL). At the museum shop there were for sale cute wind up toys and I try one out, breaking the coil spring inside. I try to fix it but it only gets a little better. I behave badly and try to get away with it, but a friend of mine comes out of nowhere and picks the same toy to try it out. I fear she is going to figure out I broke it, but she doesn’t say anything. I still feel guilty and when leaving a security guy blocks me and my mom’s exit. But of course it wasn’t because of the toy – he had seen her taking pictures with flash and also we were carrying backpacks, which is not allowed in the museum (somehow at the entrance they had failed to check that). But that’s all and we leave.

      7:19 GMT

      Freaky countryside pension with a secret
      I’m staying at a countryside pension, a very old looking and typical construction but I don’t know of which country. Small wooden doors and windows and very low roof which I realise it’s because the house goes below ground level, so we need to descend some stairs to get inside. When we enter we go directly to the kitchen which is also like common/living room, large and spacious. To go to the rooms section we need to climb 2 or 3 steps at the right side close to the back of the room.
      I feel I am here as part of a group of tourists/excursionists and everybody left already. The owners are also leaving and closing everything behind them. But for some reason (I don’t remember what had happened before) I am suspicious of something going on and I want to go inside the house when they’re not there.
      So they leave and I go back and get to enter the place. But all of a sudden the lady owner appears, with very menacing look on her face. She wants to know what I am doing there. I say my backpack is too heavy and that I came back to leave a few things behind or I won’t be able to hike around all day as expected. She weighs my backpack just to check if I’m not lying with all my teeth, but luckily the thing is really heavy and I take a few things out and leave them on the kitchen table. I leave.
      Some other day I was in the room with my boyfriend and we start kissing passionately. I throw him on the floor and want to make love to him, but behind the door there are lots of voices and I know someone might enter the place at any moment, so I refrain myself.
      On even some other day I am finally alone in the place, waiting for some fellow guests to arrive and I open the door for them. I guess I finally found what I was looking for because I am drawing a scheme of this symbol that I guess I found somewhere and means something important. It’s like a 3-leafed clover and the top leaf has a heart inside it and there are things written inside every leaf. That’s all I can remember, because it was too detailed.


      8:00 GMT – Wake up

      Updated 09-06-2010 at 01:15 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    6. Sushi and playground.

      by
      kim
      , 07-09-2010 at 08:59 AM
      There was a part involving Fred and he was makig sushi and I was giving him tips for it. There were also various forum entries for it somewhere.
      I think someone put theirs up on YouTube and I watched it and it was actually pretty good but it had mostly thumbs down and I was suggesting what ingredients they could put in it.

      Hmm in another part I was going to go to some meeting. Don't know what happened.

      And then in another part, I was walking through some playground with heaps of children there, walking towards these hills with someone although I remember not who it was.
      I was talking to them about my shyness and how now I am pretty much over it and I think I went to prove this by climbing up to the top of some playground equipment and drawing attention to myself. I'm not sure what I did.
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