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28.01.2011

Yearly Clown Trap (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching the movie "It". The scene changes and I'm a kid in a store with my mom and sister. The evil clown from "It' is trying to trick kids so he can eat them. The doors close and lock and the evil clown says he has trapped us because we don't love our families. We try reasoning with him but he won't listen when we realize it's hopeless we all start crying because weare going to loose each other. The clown says we do love each other and we are free. The store turns into a dark blue room with tables of stuf fon them. He says we can have anything we want. I realize this happened last year and the year before that. I get a lot of textbooks, the first book in a series and a chest. I find my friend and he has the second book and we agree to trade once I finish reading the first book. I go down the hall because my mom and sister are waiting outside for me. I stop to get a yearbook like I did last year. I wake up once I get in line.

Side Notes:
-The reason I realized this happened before is ebcause it was a recuriing dream that I have every year. The last time I had it I woke up right after I got the yearbook.
-I have a lot of recurring dreams which I'm trying to figure out the menaing of. I think this ties in with my fear of the clown from the movie "It".

This dream is one I had quite a while back. I remember it pretty clearly because it was so out of character for me. Here we go, short and sweet:

I was in a narrow field that was bordered by woods on both sides. (It's a real place, by the way. It's behind a friend of mine's house). It was dark but I could see everything clearly. Across the narrow field was the wooden part of a tractor's trailer and it was full of hay. (It's used for hayrides during Halloween time) Standing in front of the wagon is Tom Kaulitz, the guitarist of my favorite band. So I stroll up behind him...and begin violently beating him unconscious with a rusty shovel I don't know why I did it, but I did and I won't forget it XD

I feel awful for hurting him. So much so that when I have another lucid dream, I'll find him and apologize XD

Dream
Dream number 9
20/1/11

This was only very short, and was on a MILD attempted night. I woke up one hour later for WBTB.

I remember mum being pissed off with me, and I was in my pajamas cooking the barbecue. I looked at my pocket watch, and I had 10 minutes until we were supposed to be there, and anywhere is a 10 minute drive for us. I thought "Mum's gonna be pissed!", so I walked inside, but as I did I crossed her on the cement.


THOUGHTS:
This dream was very subtle in the way it wasn't too out there, had common elements from my usual life, and usual reactions from Dream Characters.*
I was using an isochronic tone on my speaker, a brainstorming/creativity one, which mimics the brain inlucid dreaming by bringing it to theta, dropping to alpha and switching back and forth.*

My MILD's scenario that I'm focusing on is this:
I find myself on Kate's lounge in her old house. I then realize I am lucid, and as I open the door the scene changes to a vivid circus.


NOTE: I got to sleep using a WILD, and having this simple yet complex scenario did wonders for the wild, smelling the air change from stuffy to the smell of popcorn, the feel of the lounge fabric, the audience around me in the circus etc.

Non Dream Dream Lucid

I was in what I understood to be my Grandparents' house. Most of it was the same as real life but odd rooms were different. I do not even notice. I am standing in a small, carpeted bathroom with a low ceiling. My grandfather walks in and we have a mini-argument over who should use it first... After a while Latin excersises come into the argument, i don't remember how.

Then my alarm goes off and I wake up.

DREAMSIGNS:
1. Being in Grandparent's house - I'm currently at boarding school
2. Some of the rooms being different
3. Latin - I gave it up 3 years ago so shouldn't be doing any excersises.

Umm...somehow the other DJ entry was posted automatically...so...this is the same one, just FINISHED
Attempted MILD, unsuccessful

I dream that I was in a movie theater watching,"Tron:Legacy." It didn't look like Tron but it felt like it was, I don't know who I was sitting next to but I whispered to the person next to me,"Just wait, it will get better!"
Thats when i woke up.

The weird thing is, the screen was white with black walls, and this motorcycle was just dodging them, no dialogue, no color...

But it felt like it was the beginning of the movie,"Tron:Legacy."

By the way, i saw the movie and it was cool

I've just started to lucid dream, it's the second day

Anyways, here it goes:
January 16, 2011

Part 1: I fell asleep at about 10:00 PM
I dream that i was cooking breakfast, oatmeal acutally. And i said,"Mom, how do i make this?"
My mom did not reply, so i took eggs (for some random reason) and put them in the microwave with some bananas. I started the timer for a minute or so then waited. The microwave stopped and i opened the microwave door and the eggs had brown spots on them, somehow i "knew" that the brown spots were oatmeal and i carved off the brown spots off of the eggs and ate it....It tasted like oatmeal...

Part 2: I "woke up" and uncovered my pet parakeet's cage, i said "Goodmorning" to the bird and he wolf called or whistled, don't really know what you call it. But i've been teaching that to him for about a week and somehow i dream of him doing it.... lol

Normal Dream Lucid Dream Side-Notes
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(I'm not sure if these dreams, are all connected or if they are separate. I'm just guessing.)
Fragment: I'm in my house and my cousin is living with us again. (He use to live with us, but then he moved out.) We're actually getting along.
Dream 1: I'm a superhero fighting a monster. I know it's my responsibility but I keep leaving to watch Avatar. (I don't know why I left because in the dream it was recording on our DVR. Also, I went back and forth lots and lots of times so this part of the dream was pretty long.) Then the scene changed and my mom, sister and I are driving in a car. We go down a one-way road that is blocked and continue through the detour. The workers say the detour isn't finished being built and we have to go back through the one-way road. Going back up is uphill and since I'm the guy I have to push our car up the hill. We make it home and watch a movie.(Not Avatar)
Dream 2: My mom wants a locker, like the ones in my school. I take her to school and as I'm showing her my locker my Spanish teacher comes up says stuff.(I forget what she says.) Then some other teacher comes up and says more stuff. The scene changes to a play. My family and I are in the back. We start talking about dreams.
Dream 3: I was a library trying to meet a guy that is a master at lucid dreaming. I decide to reality check and realize I am dreaming. The dream gets blurry. I Lick the bookshelf to stabilize the dream, it gets really clear. The guy told me to make it brighter. I tried using verbal commands but it only worked a little bit. My alarm woke me up.

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Side-Notes:
*This was my first real lucid, I'm so happy.
*It probably would of lasted longer if it wasn't for my alarm.
*Next time hopefully my lucid comes earlier in the night.

Fragment: I am in English class and the teacher says we can watch a movie ONLY if we did our homework. I'm because I did my homework last week.

Law and Order Dream: I'm watching an episode of Law and Order. (I've been watching Law and Order non-stop on Netflix lately.) In the episode Olivia Benson is on the case of a man who is supposedly brainwashed into killing orcas. She believes him and as she is in his car she finds a book about how orcas stink and whales rule. She realizes that he has been pretending to be mind controlled so he could kill innocent orcas. I wake up.

I've been asked to audition for a teacher. Somehow this audition is a huge life-changing deal. She has already decided to reject me - that's clear - and the audition is merely a formality. The trouble is that my music isn't played by someone born into a wealthy enough family for her.

I start. She immediately covers the keys so I can't see what I'm doing. Fine, I accept that as a teaching technique with some students, but it's a little weird at an audition. She then starts demonstrating arpeggios, Hanon moves, elaborate sostenuto progressions, the works. I'm out of practice and intimidated. I'm not about to show her the music I've written - she's a hostile force.

This is right after I've been introduced to two unattractive gentlemen and asked to choose between them. "Neither" was not an accepted option, so I am now on the blacklist with this piano woman.

Finally, I've had enough. I start playing Scott Joplin's "The Entertainer" - and not perfectly, either, but just because I like playing the song.

She stops the audition and asks me to talk to an adjudicator on my way out.

Before this, I'm on my way to the audition room and I'm walking through a huge house, very clean and spacious. I see lions and antelopes and other huge beasts materializing before my eyes - some of them being ice sculptures, yet alive. At one point I say there are lions, but my sister says, "Lions? There are no lions," and gives me a significant look as if to say, "Don't tell this lion he's a lion!" I pick up on that and say, "Of course there are no lions, because there are no predators. Lions eat people." Then I catch a hurt expression in the lion's face, and I hastily add, "Except the good lions, of course."

Real-life parallels: I've been helping my 20-month-old nephew play the piano. He keeps trying to close the keyboard cover. I showed him how to sweep the keys with his palms and he's fascinated with trying to do that. My sister has repeatedly been correcting things I say in front of the child and ways I deal with the child - in a nice, toddler-friendly voice, of course.

In the part of this dream that I remember, I'm leaving work at a psychiatric ward (which was a former waking-life workplace for way too many miserable years) and I'm driving a Model T type early automobile, in the style of the era when they used to be actually called automobiles, or horseless carriages. Aidan is a patient in the hospital and I stumble across his records; he is from a very wealthy family who is keeping it quiet, and he is under the name Adam MacNeill.

(Triggers from waking life: I've been watching a lot of Road to Avonlea lately as a way of dealing with the stress of being home for Christmas with a real-life 21st-century family. There are a lot of those early cars in that show. Also, I'd noticed that there was a minor character named MacNeill, never seen, but named as the legal owner of Green Gables. I'd recognized that as one of the series' many sly nods to the author's estate: Lucy Maud Montgomery's grandmother, who was her legal guardian and who was by most accounts very strict and harsh with the young Maud, had been named Lucy Woolner MacNeill. I had had a conversation with my mother about my father's early-onset Alzheimer's and the fact that he is starting from an IQ well above normal, so his memory loss is not as easily noticed; I'd commented that in the patients I'd assessed, we had to start with a rough idea of their baseline IQ, and usually the professors or economists or others of that social class who were somehow in the public mental health care system (and very few were, as their families usually made private arrangements) were harder to flag as having memory difficulties needing attention, because their scores on the Wechsler Memory Test were usually at or above normal.)

I'm well aware that I have no business even being aware that Aidan is in need of care (although I kind of know that anyway), let alone that he's an inpatient. There is some kind of paperwork that needs to be completed and left on the supervising psychologist's desk before I drive off in my ahooga-mobile. This paperwork will mean I'll be fired when the supervisor gets around to reading it, but I leave in the car before he finishes his coffee. It's the end of the day anyway on a Friday and it's time I was driving off. (In the real-life job, there was a stretch where every Friday contained some kind of reason to worry all weekend about losing my job.) When I do drive off, I'm stopped at a turnstile on the way out and asked for change. I initially don't have it and will be unable to escape the hospital, but eventually I do find it and get out of there.

Cut to a wealthy neighbourhood. My mother, a young girl in her 20s, is there with her toddler. I am there with a camera to take photos, but she has quarrelled with the family in one of the houses there and wants to get the photos taken as furtively as possible in the nearby park on the swings. My job is to carry the camera.

(Real-life parallel: My 20-month-old nephew is here and, for his time with Grandma, who is ill, it is often my job (and my pleasure, so no problem there) to follow and fetch soothers and the like and to open the baby gate. In other words, I'm there to perform all the low-profile support tasks so Grandma can have her joyful time with her grandson. I figure I can always get my time.)

One of the families across the street in that wealthy neighbourhood is the MacNeill family. It is a huge house, tan-coloured, with quaint rustic white trim hanging down from its roof, like Rose Cottage in the Avonlea series.

Oh, I know too darn well that I need to make myself scarce when anywhere around the MacNeills!!

Ok, last night I had a bunch of dreams. None of them lucid though .

-The first dream that I had: I was at a store with my mom and I was mad.

-2nd dream: I was dreaming about lucidity (which should have made me do a RC -_-)

-3rd dream: I was sitting at my computer in this site (again, I should have done RC!)

-4th (and final dream): I was on a ship, fell off, and PeterPan saved me (That REALLY should have made me do and RC, but oh well)

And there we go! I guess I need to get into a better habit of doing RCs during the day.

A few weeks ago I dreamed I was at school and Skillet (my favorite band) was there for 3rd period to do a little concert for us. In the dream I was really freaked out cause it was awesome, but the fact was I was "late" for 3rd period and my teacher yelled at me. The hallways looked different and it was really weird. I guess I should have immediatly noticed that it was not normal, but I haven't been into this LD thing for a while so I took it fine and didn't notice it. Then the bell rang, I guess it was "magically" the end of the "day" and the Skillet people walked up to me and hugged me, except Korey (which is weird that I can actually remember this) and then I woke up.

Then about two days ago I had a dream I was outside the elementary school. Ben Kasica, guitarist in Skillet, was there. I somehow had my blue guitar with me (and again I should have noticed it was a dream because there were a lot of things weird about that dream) and I played a song, that I don't really know how to play yet, for Ben. So then I hugged him and freaked out because I thought I had actually met him. But sadly, twas only a dream. I should have noticed that though! Why didn't I?! Ack! I need to know! LOL

So that concludes my first DJ entry. So um... I wonder when I'll start doing RC in my dreams. I wanna Lucid so bad!

Meant to write this down earlier today but totally forgot. Luckily I still remember everything from the dream.

So it starts out with me in a car. For some odd reason, I'm sitting in the passenger's seat driving. I'm sitting there reaching over to the driver's side where the wheel and gas pedals are. I wasn't sure why I was doing this, but something triggered my brain and I was like "Hey this isn't right! I need to get over before a cop sees me."
So I go up to the next stop sign where I plan on bailing out and switching sides as fast as I can, because there are other cars behind me. As I pull up to the stop sign, I see a cop car coming from the side (my left). I don't bother moving or anything (because I'm a good person) and the cop gets out and we talk. So for some reason he gets in my car instead of putting me in his cop car. He tells me I'm in trouble or something.
We drive around for a bit and end up out in the country. We pull up to a stop sign and I ask, "Am I still in trouble?" The cop says something like, "I don't think so..." and gets out of the car. I see him looking up at something so I get out of the car and look to where he's looking.

What I saw was incredible and horrifying. It was another galaxy coming straight for us. The first thing that came to my mind was that it was a black hole, but something told me it wasn't. All the other cars behind us got out and looked at it in shock and awe.

I'm not good at describing what things look like, but this picture is 95% accurate to what I was seeing.


Because of the atmosphere and where we were standing, the galaxy was some-what transparent. You could see huge bolts of lightning shooting out from the sides. As it moved closer, it appeared to be going down, and as it went down it became invisible.

Then something horrible happened. You could see a giant explosion off in the distance, in the direction that the galaxy was. The explosion looked like something that an atomic bomb would cause.

I immediately jumped in the car and started to drive off when I noticed a good friend of mine standing there. I yelled at her to get in the car but she just refused to, and said it didn't matter. I kept telling her to get in, but she wouldn't. As I was yelling at her, I could see a wave of fire coming straight for us, like a shockwave. I closed the car door and drove off, leaving her behind. Which I do feel bad about. As I drove on, another explosion happened right infront of me, and the wave of fire was coming straight for me. There was nothing I could do.

But, for some odd reason, the car was completely unharmed but the fire, and I was able to drive on. I saw another explosion and this time knew which way the fire was coming, so I went off road into some dirt and drove around the explosion (this one was on a much smaller scale. The explosion was probably the size of a 4 story building unlike the other two that happened).

I drove around and as I was driving, my dream started to fade away.

It was a very interesting dream. I was thinking that the cause of the explosion was from chemicals or something that the galaxy that was headed for us, well more like passing us but it was coming pretty close, collided with something on Earth.

Fragment- Kiddnapping Investigation
Non-lucid
NonDream Dream Lucid
I only remember flashes of this one.I'm getting out of a black, government SUV in a residential neighborhood. All the houses look very similar. Each is two stories, varying in color slightly from tan to gray with small front yards and large, fenced in backyards. Children's toys are strewn about each houses' backyards. I walk across the street, looking at the second story window of a house as I approach it. I'm being briefed by a man in a black suit and tie who has a discreet earpiece snaking up from his collar. He sort of reminds me of the agents from the matrix, except friendly I'm being told that this is the window from which the girl was taken. Apparently I'm investiaging a kidnapping.

The following I found written in my DJ, however I have limited to no memory on each point
Fragments:
-Kidnappers are extremely good; Very experienced
-Almost had to kill girl (No memory of this)
-Had to use 'Kiddie/Girly' Software to find her because that's what the Company forces their agents to use.

I got the feeeling that I was some sort of freelance agent hired to find this girl. I remember nothing regarding nearly having to kill the girl, and nearly nothing about the kiddie software. All I remember of the software is a pink screen with kittens and flowers on it.

11.18.10
Type: Non-lucid, DS
Vividness: 7/10
Lucidity: 1/10

I'm in a small carpeted basement of this girl's house, and there is a stack of pillows against the wall which I immediately think is a grow room for whatever reason, and it turns out I am correct. There is a rather small square shaped crawl space in the wall which apparently leads to a grow room, but she says [some name] the guy who actually takes care of it doesn't like her showing people. Then I see the shadows of his footsteps near the entry of the room and decide that I want to spy on him, so I run up a flight of stairs that are incredibly similar to a childhood house of mine, but then the stairs continue, and are very windy and massive, going up a down in ways similar to a roller coaster but not so extreme , I crouch down and wait for him.. He comes up the stairs and walks over to a computer desk, and I realize that he can plainly see me and I'm actually quite close.. not a very successful ninja. He calls me down and asks me to check out this projector- apparently he is producing and selling a new movie and is going to project it in a room and wants me check if the screen is large enough, which I affirm it is because it's massive. There are a bunch of oak desks with cell phones and other weird paraphernalia that are apparently related to the movie. Other DC enter into the room and the dream fades

This dream is important to me since it is another occurrence of a suspected common dreamsign of mine- huge spiraling/twisting staircases, paths, or roads which are an incredibly obvious impossibility in waking life . I will use this as a visualization for becoming lucid this week.

Jim Carrey
I'm riding on a bike in a city [similar to Boston which I just visited], riding through many shops, restaurants, a writers guild [?], all of them are empty and incredibly elegant decked out with hanging glass and crystal lights, dark oak woodwork on the benches tables and walls, white drapes and large windows. Made my way to a main road, and now there are cars and people walking about normally. I ride down the sidewalk but feel out of place.. the shops I just rode through felt like they were from another time period . I felt like I was experiencing two time periods simultaneously in the same city. I ride away from the buildings and wonder what it would be like to attend a food market/buy food in the older times as I cross a large road. I come across a large open area, with green grass and some sparse trees and what seems to be a market of sorts. There is a pretty huge hill next to the market which is also incredibly thin, [definitely physically impossible, looked like a poorly rendered video game environment] and I decide that I'm going to instead ride to the top of the hill to collect some rare fruits instead of shopping at the market. So I'm pedaling my butt off up this mountain while hearing the people below playfully joking at me since it's so silly. The terrain changes quickly under my wheels from grass to rock to dirt to snow, I'm so high up I can't even see the market. I reach the top of the hill, there's a small area next to the path and I find Jim Carrey looking like a bum laying in a pile of leaves! [haha!!]. He's unable to move for some reason [faking injured?] and I think "Well, I didn't find any fruits but if I save Jim I won't look so foolish", so I pick him up and put him and his bags on a nightstand which is now behind me instead of a bike [looks just like the nightstand next to my bed, probably appeared as I wondered how I might transport him on my bike] He's in some weird sort of character acting completely pathetic and demanding and ridiculous, so I let him fall off of the shelf that he's laying on and he looks up at me full of mock hurt/ offended.

Hilarious and fun ending to a very enjoyable and abstract dream. Funny that I missed the DS of my bike morphing into my BEDSTAND. hahah.