Dreamers Hand in Hand Have you ever felt discouraged or demotivated by the lack of people paying attention to your dreams and replying when you're journaling?  Do you have people perhaps thanking your dreams but not actually saying anything about them?  Have you ever thought, "perhaps I'd be better at keeping my DJ if I had an accountability partner to help me along"?  Finally, have you ever wanted to follow people's dreams but been scared off by the sheer amount of dreams that can be posted and/or people tending to gloss over your posts?

If you have answered yes to one or more of these questions, Dreamers Hand in Hand may be the answer to your needs.  The purpose of DHIH is to facilitate dreamers along by pairing them into groups so that they will be guaranteed that someone will pay attention to their dreams and, in return, they will have [two] dream journals that they're 'obligated' to follow.  This is done with the end goal in mind of motivating all parties involved, with the hopeful result of increased recall, new ideas and insights, and of course to have fun and build friendships with other people in the dreaming community.

DHIH works by pairing dreamers up in to groups of three, with each person obligated to read and reply to the dreams of the other two and, in retyrn, getting two people paying attention to their own dreams.  Groups of three work best because it is still a small group, thus easily manageable to R&R, but it is tolerant to one of the group members disappearing.  Now, obviously we don't expect you to say something about every single dream someone else journals, but you should give the same sort of attention to the other dreamer that you would want for yourself.  Also, you should reply to people when they reply to your dreams, that way everyone benefits all around.

In addition to your own private group discussions, there will also be a thread designed to encourage each of your groups to interact and share dreams with each other to discuss.  In this way, you get both the benefit of sharing your dreams with and getting to know a small group of people, but you still get the advantage of a larger group of people.

In order to join, simply reply to this thread stating your interest, and insert your latest dream into your post to give us an idea of what your style is.  Initially, you will be paired up based on who is available, and you'll have a two week trial period to make sure that the group you're in is to your liking.  Things may be arranged differently later on when and if more interest is expressed in DHIH.

Also, it doesn't matter so much if you have great recall or not.  This benefits everyone, and hopefully recall will follow motivation.  If it doesn't, perhaps you can get ideas from your team.

So, I guess I'll go ahead and start things off.

Groups Group 1: Mediabat, Toast, Serenity, Wolvendeer Group 2: Bluefinger, Namaste, Sean999 Deceased?

Interested Wolvendeer (click to show/hide)A Late Night Rescue.  Saturday, August 28, 2010 Clarity 4/5  Lucidity 0/5

We're on a dark road, heading towards this werehouse out towards the middle of nowhere because one of our friends, Cory (That is, me), needs our help.  For this part of the dream I seem to be split.  We're on the phone with someone at the warehouse and are getting information, however given the fact that there are only two people (one of them myself) there and I'm pretty sure neither of them were the ones on the phone, neither of them seems likely.  In any case, we were on the phone, and we were finding out what was happening.

The entire story wasn't clear, but as we found out, I was in the warehouse, and I was pregnant.  (As I later find out I have a female lower half.)  This other guy had somehow found out I was there, and he was using psychological warfare to make me too weak to move or really do anything.  This kid, for lack of a better word, had come along and helped me, as best I can tell for no other reason than he thought it was the right thing to do.  He had made this vitamin formula, I believe called EzVitamin, and he was using that to try to revitalize me.  It worked for a while, but the 'attacker' (who wasn't even there physically, but rather over the phone or something) had found out the formula to it and was using his knowledge of it to make it ineffective in the same way he was keeping me too weak to leave from the bed.

I'm now back inside of my body at the warehouse, laying in the hospital bed, and the kid who was helping me was there beside me.  He wasn't very tall, and the bed (gurney?) I was in came up to his upper chest, but I was extremely grateful to him for having helped me, and I didn't really care about how tall he wasn't.  By the time I got back to my body I was strong enough to do some basic movements around the bed, but that was it.  Sitting up, I noticed that there was a tiny fetus the size of my fist in a bunch of slimy red stuff (placenta, everyone insisted on calling it every five seconds) between my legs.  It wasn't alive, obviously.  It was at this point that everyone else arrived.

It was nice when everyone else arrived, because I knew I was safe.  I can't remember any one thing clearly, but I remember people passing by my bed, a few people crowding around to see and try to help me, one of them giving me something to replace the ineffective vitamin formula.  Throughout this, I was just trying to find the kid who had been helping me before they got there, because I felt safe with him around and I didn't want him to go too far.  At some point, everyone started getting into their own hospital beds and checking themselves out, presumably to make sure there wasn't anything 'that guy' could use against me.  The kid, whom I don't clearly remember, got the hospital bed beside mine, which I was grateful for.

At some point, the bed ended up rotated ninety degrees clockwise and moved to the top far end of the row of beds that I had been on.  The black girl who seemed to be in charge of the rescue committee announced that one of them needed to come help me with the placenta.  At this point, I'm pretty sure the fetus looked up at me and winked.  It was extremely cute, though the least bit disturbing.  In any case, at this point I'm doing my best to move all of the red slime away from myself.  It is at this point I notice my female parts below the waist, though in the dream I don't even think about it.

The last image of the dream is somewhat dissociated, but it is of me laying in the bed at its final position in the dream holding some slimy mass of flesh that's vaguely triangular and has a face like this smiley when its eyes recede into its head:    Creepy.

Comments: The fetus in the dream was almost like an object to me.  It was supposed to be dead, so I felt no attachment to it like I would a child.  That's why the thing looking up at me and winking struck me as so odd/cute.

Toast (click to show/hide)Let's Get Hammered Vaguely remember some confrontational scenes with cars full of young black wannabe gangsters. First one car pulled up, and a girl got in. Then the dad of one of the 'gangsters' was there too and warned them that they'd better not mess this girl around at all. Then this other car pulled up, who I was allied with. Karabo was with me, observing it all from the pavement. Then the car drove off and the gang scene ended. Karabo told me “And now let's get completely hammered!”

This sounded like a plan to me. I think I was in Holland or something. Karabo was in charge of our activities at any rate. We went up to this club that was having an exclusive party, with the intention of getting ourselves in there some how. There were bouncers with a guestlist though so it was going to be difficult. I saw Eyisan B in the queue ahead of us, pretending to look for his own name on the guest list. Then he said that he'd forgotten his passport and would be back.

I tried to call someone, who might be able to help us, but they didn't pick up. It didn't go onto answerphone either. I talked loudly to Karabo telling him that various people wouldn't be here after all, trying to sound like I was on the guest list. There was a weird business with cakes. There were loads of little cupcakes laid out in pigeonholes for the guests, but anyone could take them. I took a chocolate one.

Then we went outside and met Nick. He was mock-outraged that I'd been in a place with limitless free booze and had come out with only a cupcake. Then we met a TON of other people and headed back to the club, except now it was in a different place. There was a problem though as now you had to pay or something. I woke up.

Serenity (click to show/hide)Soap opera dream and false awakening - Lucid - 1/5 I was having an AMC dream. JR discovered Annie was sleeping with some politician dude. They were getting it on in  a car. JR discovered them and had got upset, but this part of the dream faded.

False awakening. I "woke up" in bed. I spent a moment lying there and recalling the dream. I was also quite surprised I had fallen asleep again. I didn't even feel it coming.

Edited for TMI content...

I wondered about the possibility of this being a false awakening. I then noticed that, consciously, I did feel different. Fairly positive now that I'm dreaming, I thought to myself, "Only one way to check, and that's to get out of bed!"

As I slowly rolled over and got out of bed, I marveled about the fact that this really did feel like I was moving my real body. I began to question whether I was truly dreaming or not. I rather felt that getting out of bed would feel floaty, especially since in lucids, I don't normally feel gravity and weighty. This felt exactly like real life. Future note, WILDs may feel exactly like this. Especially when I think I'm awake...

Anyways, I was thinking a lot about this whole "Am I moving a dream body or my real body?" thing, and I heard a voice in the back of my mind, "Don't over think it, or you WILL wake up too much and move your real body." This voice sounded female, to my surprise (I usually expect John to tell me these things). It was probably myself; but in the past, Margaret (my first DG, before John) often sounded like me... I wonder if this was her, again?

I didn't spend too much time looking around the room. But I did notice that the bedroom door, positioning of the bed and my endtable were all as they should be. This made me question, again, whether I was lucid or awake. I looked at the clock on my endtable. The numbers should have been a dead give-away. I could barely read the clock... it looked tired-eye bleary and I couldn't really make out any numbers. I concentrated harder. Does that say 4:41 or 4:48? I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It says 4:48. "I don't have to get up until 5:30," I reminded myself. "This is perfect, I can sleep longer!"

Completely forgetting about the false awakening, I crawl back in bed beside Garrett. I noticed he was awake and reading something on his phone. We had a short discussion about him not staying up this late and my alarm rang.

Alright, so even if I hadn't gotten distracted, it's not like I could've done much with the lucidity, anyways. My guess is, this all happened just before 5:30, waking time. Maybe about 5:25, but this whole scene felt a bit shorter than 5 minutes. Still, this is a great note for future WILDs... I guess this is considered an INRALD... I thought I was pretty good at determining lucidity by how it feels alone... and normal DILDs, I think that still holds true. But this whole new foray into INRALDing and WILDing... when I honestly think I'm awake, it really, really does feel like I'm awake! Further proof that I REALLY need to RC upon waking up...

Sean999 (click to show/hide)Quote from: Sean999's Night AdventuresFragment 1 (Dreaming of Dreaming) I don't remember much of this, as it was early on in the night. All I recall is that I had awoken from an LD, and I was excited to write about it in my DJ. I don't know if I actually had a lucid or if the false awakening was on its own.

Fragment 2 (Meeting with Naiya) I was talking to Naiya on chat, and we seemed anxious about something. We decided to meet up at the amusement park here in Vancouver. When I arrived she was already there, and she looked upset. I don't remember what was causing us to be so anxious.

Sharing a Room I had another FA, and my brother and I were sharing my room for some reason. He was already awake and we laughed about something. Then I went to freshen up in the bathroom. I took a piss, and woke up right when I was done. I was scared that I had wet my bed, but luckily I didn't!

Highway Side Store My family and I were driving a long a forested highway. There was a small store off to the side, and we turned into the parking lot. There were lots of flatbed trucks, almost to the point of completely blocking off the parking. We had to weave around the truck trailers. Soon after parking and entering the store, my brother was talking on the phone with his friend. Then he announced he had to leave. I lined up to buy some candy, and in front of me was a boy and his father. The bow was pointing to a menu of sorts behind the cashier, and he said he wanted the "50,000 candy and year pass", but it actually said "15 candy and year pass". Something along those lines, don't quite remember anymore.

Clotheless Revolution I was in a mall with another person. In my hands were my clothes and other articles of clothing. All I had on was a blue speedo. In my vision were flashes of the old days, where everyone wore lots of clothing. Like Victorian age, maybe a little more modern. Anyways, it was like a reminiscing of the days lived and gone, and I had a smile on my face. I took my bundle of clothes and proudly handed them over to a female security guard. I strutted away with my friend. We decided to have something to eat, so we found a table in the food court. I started talking to my friend about how people got really angry when you say they are homosexual (or something about anal sex).

Fragment 3 (School) Something about school. My elementary school, I think.

Fragment 4 (Keychain) Something about a keychain ring. Not even sure if it was from this morning. [/quote]

Namaste (click to show/hide)[SHADOW FORMS]

I was in my wife's country living with her family and brothers and also my brother.  The house seemed out of place and totally ultra modern and minimalistic in nature - it was all blacks and whites - the floors, walls and ceilings were all the same - perhaps somekind of glossy sheen like coating! It was as if it was completely clean and ultra-sterile!

There was a tall window - person sized in height in what might have been the living room. I had a thin sheet of white paper pulled down over the window. My brother went outside so he could see the shadow patterns I would be making from the inside out (should have been the reverse really as the light was coming inwards not outwards).

I began making shapes through the paper using my whole body - there seemed to be other shapes appearing too that I couldn't have created so I tried to add to these. One of the images seemed to be off two ears of corn so I tried to make another ear of corn by lifting my leg up in the air so it became a third shape in the middle of the other two - my brother shouted from outside that he thought I was using my leg to make the shape and I shouted back that he was correct.  I tried to make it appear that I was emerging out from the paper and could see my brother's view from outside and it appeared like that - almost like some freaky thing from a horror movie emerging from the whiteness.

My brother started banging on the door to be let back in as apparently the door had been locked.  I left him outside for ages and when he came in he was pretty angry.  He started to be nasty to me (I can't recall what he was doing). My wife's brothers joined in a bit but not as mean as my brother was being.

It was one day left until I had to fly back home and I didn't want to as my wife and daughter wouldn't be coming along.  I had a job back there and I couldn't just stay in the country although I thought I probably could and just get a job there.  I was very upset as the time crept away and we started to drive to the airport in the wierdest car that was open-plan and more like a room on wheels. I kept wondering if I could get out of the trip and stay and not take the flight.

-- ends --

• Woke up panicked and emotional but soon realised it was ok and that wasn't the situation but the dream had convinced me that it was so very real (happens a lot with dreams - can be so convincing).

Bluefinger (click to show/hide)Pilots in Training

The dream itself had a couple of phases, first one was the shortest and wasn't exactly the clearest, but the second one was much clearer, vivid and a fair bit longer. Notably, for the entire dream I took on the appearance of a female again, though unlike previous dreams, I had blonde hair and looked a little bit more different to my usual forms. I was aware of this because the dream itself kept shifting from first-person to third-person perspective and back.

The first phase had me sitting in a plane I think with a few other people around me. My impression of these people was that they were friends of mine, though I don't think they were anyone I knew. We were having a conversation and it seemed to centre around why I was joining the Air-Force. I said I wanted to become a helicopter pilot and it is just something I've worked towards doing. Asking back to the others why they were joining too, and I got various reasons similar to my own and also that since I was joining, they might as well join me too.

Soon enough, the scene shifts to me being in a military base with my friends. We are in uniform and sitting in a room getting briefed about our training, the schedule involved and what we were in for. Afterwards, we were dismissed and we went to the mess hall to get our lunch, though the meal itself was fairly uneventful. Whilst i chatted a little with my friends, it was still a little quiet as we contemplated our training regime. As we finished our meal, there was an announcement made stating that the tonight's dinner was going to be decided by one lucky cadet's suggestion, so anyone with a suggestion for a good meal should hand in a paper with the desired meal written on with name. Thinking for a little, I thought to myself that I could really do with a nice spaghetti carbonara. Getting up, I went to make my suggestion at a nearby ballot box, and then left the mess hall.

After lunch, most of us got put into doing physical training and exercise, so we changed out of our uniform and into more suitable outdoor kit. During the training though, I managed to wander off and take a tour of the grounds. The base in general reminded me of one of my old boarding schools, large open grounds, lots of greenery, woods to the side and overall quite serene. Apart from all the cadets running about, it certainly felt nostalgic and peaceful. It wasn't long though before someone found me and ordered me back to join the rest of the cadets in training. Begrudgingly, I returned to the group and training.

Shifting forward again to the evening, I was back at the mess hall with the rest of my friends, queueing to get our meal. As we waited, one of the chefs announces that the winning suggestion for tonight's meal was my suggestion and that there would also be extra rations for everybody, prompting cheers from everybody. As the queue started shifting through, I managed to get my share of carbonara, though I was a little sneaky in nabbing a second plate and hiding it under my tray. Joining my friends at the table, they quickly noted my second helping and immediately began to tease me about how I was able to eat so much. As I began digging into my food, I just retorted to one of the guys next to me that if he didn't want his spaghetti, I was more than happy to eat it for him.

Despite all the teasing and jokes about how I was going to end up hurling during flight training, the atmosphere was great and somewhat nostalgic. Whilst I was retorting to all the teasing and finishing up the remainder of my meal, one of the guys announces that he isn't feeling too well and excuses himself from the table. It was then I noticed that he had left behind a plate of what appeared to be Sweet & Sour Pork balls. I didn't recall the dish being served at the canteen, but I took the plate anyway and began to eat the left-overs, prompting more teasing once again.

As I'm eating the left-over Pork balls, an announcement blasts into the hall stating the base is being attacked. Stuffing one last Pork ball into my mouth, I quickly get up and join the rest of the crowd in rushing to the armoury. Arriving at the armoury, I noticed that instead of handing out guns, we were being given armour and swords to fight with. Despite this inconsistency, I take up my gear and proceed to suit up in my armour, heading out to join my squad with a longsword and shield. As we rush through the base, we come to an area being attacked. It turns out the base is being invaded with vicious monsters, some of which were making quick work of inexperienced cadets. Rushing in, we try to fight off the monsters, gathering around to protect a female commander trying to keep control of the situation.

However, despite our efforts, this massive daemon appears out of nowhere and grabs our commander, dragging her through a portal. Shocked by what happened, we are quick to alert the rest of the base of what happened. It isn't long before another officer comes round and begins ordering us into the portal to try to rescue the commander. Gathering the rest of my squad, we charge into the portal without hesitation. As I cross through the portal though, I wake up before I got to see what was on the other side.

Interesting dream, and the fact that I had quite a different appearance intrigues me. Felt rather nostalgic too. mediabat: (click to show/hide)31.12.2010 Meditation Theater(Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Me and this man who wears a sweater and has curly gray white hair star in this play film and we are in a scene. In the movie we are sneaking into the Quaker side of town which looks 19th century and English. We enter a building and walk up the stairs. I see a blond child in front of three boards. One has sweaters pinned onto it and a picture of a vegan girl who is about 3 or 4 years old. She has large black eyes and black hair tied up in a pony tail with only a diaper on. 'Tylenol' is written on a piece of paper and pinned to a sweater. Then a man in a black suit comes out from the right and I hear this tune D crotchet F# quaver A dotted crotchet F# quaver A crotchet over and over played by horns and rhythm section. The man explains that it is not enough to wear the sweater with Tylenol to fight poverty. The blond boy then says, "the sweater is so yesterday." I then see men and it is as if I am on a conveyor belt which moves forward as I see these men come in and out of my dream vision.They are in firefighter uniforms and are spraying water towards me. The place is dark and I see orange siren lights. Some of them are standing on metal frames high above ground but most of them are on the ground to my immediate left and I am looking at them at an angle. There is a pattern; I would see one Asian firefighter who is short and wears yellow/orange/white firefighter uniforms and that would alternate with a few tall Western firefighters in blue. And somehow the welfare of Asian and Western firefighters are different, with Westerners favored. I now enter a theater (I am guessing that this is still inside the English building). The hall has a very nice fluffy vanilla carpet. The vegan girl that I saw earlier falls over in front of me and seriously scrapes her left shoulder (on the fluffy carpet?) There are many people walking in front of her down the stairs toward the stage. I am 3/4 of the way up the other stairs now on the right side of the theater and the seats have small foldaway tables that are found in lecture theaters in universities. One of them has a metal mug on it that I recognize as belonging to Irene. We sit there (me and the old guy who I think has now turned into a girl I know) and then Irene soon comes. I say, "I am so excited to see you two meet." Irene says, "I am equally as excited to meet her." I see the vegan girl to my left and I think I take her shirt off (and excuse me for being a pedophile in this dream). She walks away, looks at me angrily and then walks out of the theater. I follow her. (For the sake of continuity of story, I walk down the stairs outside the theater that leads to the front of the stage.) I see my father on the right wing of the theater. He is sitting and there a people doing walking mediation near him (I've just got back from a 3 day meditation retreat and there was A LOT of walking meditation). I walk lightly and quickly towards my father in order to hug him (I also see Irene nearby) but he says with an annoyed face, "don't touch me! What slide?!" What the??

I'll go ahead and join.  My dream is here:

QuoteA Late Night Rescue.  Saturday, August 28, 2010 Clarity 4/5  Lucidity 0/5

We're on a dark road, heading towards this werehouse out towards the middle of nowhere because one of our friends, Cory (That is, me), needs our help.  For this part of the dream I seem to be split.  We're on the phone with someone at the warehouse and are getting information, however given the fact that there are only two people (one of them myself) there and I'm pretty sure neither of them were the ones on the phone, neither of them seems likely.  In any case, we were on the phone, and we were finding out what was happening.

The entire story wasn't clear, but as we found out, I was in the warehouse, and I was pregnant.  (As I later find out I have a female lower half.)  This other guy had somehow found out I was there, and he was using psychological warfare to make me too weak to move or really do anything.  This kid, for lack of a better word, had come along and helped me, as best I can tell for no other reason than he thought it was the right thing to do.  He had made this vitamin formula, I believe called EzVitamin, and he was using that to try to revitalize me.  It worked for a while, but the 'attacker' (who wasn't even there physically, but rather over the phone or something) had found out the formula to it and was using his knowledge of it to make it ineffective in the same way he was keeping me too weak to leave from the bed.

I'm now back inside of my body at the warehouse, laying in the hospital bed, and the kid who was helping me was there beside me.  He wasn't very tall, and the bed (gurney?) I was in came up to his upper chest, but I was extremely grateful to him for having helped me, and I didn't really care about how tall he wasn't.  By the time I got back to my body I was strong enough to do some basic movements around the bed, but that was it.  Sitting up, I noticed that there was a tiny fetus the size of my fist in a bunch of slimy red stuff (placenta, everyone insisted on calling it every five seconds) between my legs.  It wasn't alive, obviously.  It was at this point that everyone else arrived.

It was nice when everyone else arrived, because I knew I was safe.  I can't remember any one thing clearly, but I remember people passing by my bed, a few people crowding around to see and try to help me, one of them giving me something to replace the ineffective vitamin formula.  Throughout this, I was just trying to find the kid who had been helping me before they got there, because I felt safe with him around and I didn't want him to go too far.  At some point, everyone started getting into their own hospital beds and checking themselves out, presumably to make sure there wasn't anything 'that guy' could use against me.  The kid, whom I don't clearly remember, got the hospital bed beside mine, which I was grateful for.

At some point, the bed ended up rotated ninety degrees clockwise and moved to the top far end of the row of beds that I had been on.  The black girl who seemed to be in charge of the rescue committee announced that one of them needed to come help me with the placenta.  At this point, I'm pretty sure the fetus looked up at me and winked.  It was extremely cute, though the least bit disturbing.  In any case, at this point I'm doing my best to move all of the red slime away from myself.  It is at this point I notice my female parts below the waist, though in the dream I don't even think about it.

The last image of the dream is somewhat dissociated, but it is of me laying in the bed at its final position in the dream holding some slimy mass of flesh that's vaguely triangular and has a face like this smiley when its eyes recede into its head:    Creepy.

Comments: The fetus in the dream was almost like an object to me.  It was supposed to be dead, so I felt no attachment to it like I would a child.  That's why the thing looking up at me and winking struck me as so odd/cute.

OK, I'll go ahead and join as well. As I was debating with people in chat just now, I am expecting to have a lot on in the coming months, so I was hesitant about going for this. Hopefully this will be an anchor for me though, to keep me tied to LDing. I tend to be quite conscientious so if there's two people expecting me to read their dreams, then I probably will.

One of my latest dreams:

Quote from: Toast on August 28, 2010, 03:44:16 PMLet's Get Hammered Vaguely remember some confrontational scenes with cars full of young black wannabe gangsters. First one car pulled up, and a girl got in. Then the dad of one of the 'gangsters' was there too and warned them that they'd better not mess this girl around at all. Then this other car pulled up, who I was allied with. Karabo was with me, observing it all from the pavement. Then the car drove off and the gang scene ended. Karabo told me “And now let's get completely hammered!”

This sounded like a plan to me. I think I was in Holland or something. Karabo was in charge of our activities at any rate. We went up to this club that was having an exclusive party, with the intention of getting ourselves in there some how. There were bouncers with a guestlist though so it was going to be difficult. I saw Eyisan B in the queue ahead of us, pretending to look for his own name on the guest list. Then he said that he'd forgotten his passport and would be back.

I tried to call someone, who might be able to help us, but they didn't pick up. It didn't go onto answerphone either. I talked loudly to Karabo telling him that various people wouldn't be here after all, trying to sound like I was on the guest list. There was a weird business with cakes. There were loads of little cupcakes laid out in pigeonholes for the guests, but anyone could take them. I took a chocolate one.

Then we went outside and met Nick. He was mock-outraged that I'd been in a place with limitless free booze and had come out with only a cupcake. Then we met a TON of other people and headed back to the club, except now it was in a different place. There was a problem though as now you had to pay or something. I woke up.

I'm in! Even though I'm not hurting on the updated part... MM is currently the only place where I actually keep my updated DJ (even better than my word document)... but I do wish I could get more readers or more comments.... Here's my first dream to start it off with (I chose one dream from the batch, but if you're curious enough, I quoted from the actual post. There are two other ND's from last night, as well).

Quote from: Serenity on August 29, 2010, 12:14:57 PMSoap opera dream and false awakening - Lucid - 1/5 I was having an AMC dream. JR discovered Annie was sleeping with some politician dude. They were getting it on in  a car. JR discovered them and had got upset, but this part of the dream faded.

False awakening. I "woke up" in bed. I spent a moment lying there and recalling the dream. I was also quite surprised I had fallen asleep again. I didn't even feel it coming.

Edited for TMI content...

I wondered about the possibility of this being a false awakening. I then noticed that, consciously, I did feel different. Fairly positive now that I'm dreaming, I thought to myself, "Only one way to check, and that's to get out of bed!"

As I slowly rolled over and got out of bed, I marveled about the fact that this really did feel like I was moving my real body. I began to question whether I was truly dreaming or not. I rather felt that getting out of bed would feel floaty, especially since in lucids, I don't normally feel gravity and weighty. This felt exactly like real life. Future note, WILDs may feel exactly like this. Especially when I think I'm awake...

Anyways, I was thinking a lot about this whole "Am I moving a dream body or my real body?" thing, and I heard a voice in the back of my mind, "Don't over think it, or you WILL wake up too much and move your real body." This voice sounded female, to my surprise (I usually expect John to tell me these things). It was probably myself; but in the past, Margaret (my first DG, before John) often sounded like me... I wonder if this was her, again?

I didn't spend too much time looking around the room. But I did notice that the bedroom door, positioning of the bed and my endtable were all as they should be. This made me question, again, whether I was lucid or awake. I looked at the clock on my endtable. The numbers should have been a dead give-away. I could barely read the clock... it looked tired-eye bleary and I couldn't really make out any numbers. I concentrated harder. Does that say 4:41 or 4:48? I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It says 4:48. "I don't have to get up until 5:30," I reminded myself. "This is perfect, I can sleep longer!"

Completely forgetting about the false awakening, I crawl back in bed beside Garrett. I noticed he was awake and reading something on his phone. We had a short discussion about him not staying up this late and my alarm rang.

Alright, so even if I hadn't gotten distracted, it's not like I could've done much with the lucidity, anyways. My guess is, this all happened just before 5:30, waking time. Maybe about 5:25, but this whole scene felt a bit shorter than 5 minutes. Still, this is a great note for future WILDs... I guess this is considered an INRALD... I thought I was pretty good at determining lucidity by how it feels alone... and normal DILDs, I think that still holds true. But this whole new foray into INRALDing and WILDing... when I honestly think I'm awake, it really, really does feel like I'm awake! Further proof that I REALLY need to RC upon waking up...

Count me in! I need a reason to break my journal hiatus. This is what my typical entry would look like. Usually if I have some epic dream, I like to add flourish to it that actually wasn't there, just to spice it up and make it story-like.

Quote from: Sean999's Night AdventuresFragment 1 (Dreaming of Dreaming) I don't remember much of this, as it was early on in the night. All I recall is that I had awoken from an LD, and I was excited to write about it in my DJ. I don't know if I actually had a lucid or if the false awakening was on its own.

Fragment 2 (Meeting with Naiya) I was talking to Naiya on chat, and we seemed anxious about something. We decided to meet up at the amusement park here in Vancouver. When I arrived she was already there, and she looked upset. I don't remember what was causing us to be so anxious.

Sharing a Room I had another FA, and my brother and I were sharing my room for some reason. He was already awake and we laughed about something. Then I went to freshen up in the bathroom. I took a piss, and woke up right when I was done. I was scared that I had wet my bed, but luckily I didn't!

Highway Side Store My family and I were driving a long a forested highway. There was a small store off to the side, and we turned into the parking lot. There were lots of flatbed trucks, almost to the point of completely blocking off the parking. We had to weave around the truck trailers. Soon after parking and entering the store, my brother was talking on the phone with his friend. Then he announced he had to leave. I lined up to buy some candy, and in front of me was a boy and his father. The bow was pointing to a menu of sorts behind the cashier, and he said he wanted the "50,000 candy and year pass", but it actually said "15 candy and year pass". Something along those lines, don't quite remember anymore.

Clotheless Revolution I was in a mall with another person. In my hands were my clothes and other articles of clothing. All I had on was a blue speedo. In my vision were flashes of the old days, where everyone wore lots of clothing. Like Victorian age, maybe a little more modern. Anyways, it was like a reminiscing of the days lived and gone, and I had a smile on my face. I took my bundle of clothes and proudly handed them over to a female security guard. I strutted away with my friend. We decided to have something to eat, so we found a table in the food court. I started talking to my friend about how people got really angry when you say they are homosexual (or something about anal sex).

Fragment 3 (School) Something about school. My elementary school, I think.

Fragment 4 (Keychain) Something about a keychain ring. Not even sure if it was from this morning.

I'd like to join in. I do occasionally comment on other dreams in journals but I am sure this idea would help me to comment more often. I'd get more comments too Usually MB drops into my journal every so often and Bro did recently too

Here is one of my more interesting recent dreams:

Quote[SHADOW FORMS]

I was in my wife's country living with her family and brothers and also my brother.  The house seemed out of place and totally ultra modern and minimalistic in nature - it was all blacks and whites - the floors, walls and ceilings were all the same - perhaps somekind of glossy sheen like coating! It was as if it was completely clean and ultra-sterile!

There was a tall window - person sized in height in what might have been the living room. I had a thin sheet of white paper pulled down over the window. My brother went outside so he could see the shadow patterns I would be making from the inside out (should have been the reverse really as the light was coming inwards not outwards).

I began making shapes through the paper using my whole body - there seemed to be other shapes appearing too that I couldn't have created so I tried to add to these. One of the images seemed to be off two ears of corn so I tried to make another ear of corn by lifting my leg up in the air so it became a third shape in the middle of the other two - my brother shouted from outside that he thought I was using my leg to make the shape and I shouted back that he was correct.  I tried to make it appear that I was emerging out from the paper and could see my brother's view from outside and it appeared like that - almost like some freaky thing from a horror movie emerging from the whiteness.

My brother started banging on the door to be let back in as apparently the door had been locked.  I left him outside for ages and when he came in he was pretty angry.  He started to be nasty to me (I can't recall what he was doing). My wife's brothers joined in a bit but not as mean as my brother was being.

It was one day left until I had to fly back home and I didn't want to as my wife and daughter wouldn't be coming along.  I had a job back there and I couldn't just stay in the country although I thought I probably could and just get a job there.  I was very upset as the time crept away and we started to drive to the airport in the wierdest car that was open-plan and more like a room on wheels. I kept wondering if I could get out of the trip and stay and not take the flight.

-- ends --

• Woke up panicked and emotional but soon realised it was ok and that wasn't the situation but the dream had convinced me that it was so very real (happens a lot with dreams - can be so convincing).

One more member and I'll make the first two groups.  Otherwise, say by the time I get home tomorrow I'll get things moving if we don't have enough for two full groups.

Let's go ahead and get this started, then, shall we?

Quote from: wolvendeer on August 29, 2010, 04:47:09 PMHave you ever felt discouraged or demotivated by the lack of people paying attention to your dreams and replying when you're journaling?

That is a bummer if people are experiencing that.  Comments in my DJ have dropped off in the last few months, so I guess it may not be an isolated phenomenon.  However, I do know there are a couple people who always follow my DJ and will comment if something extraordinary happens, so I haven't minded.

The best way to get people to comment in your DJ is to comment in theirs.  But if that's not happening, hopefully this will be a solution for some people.  Otherwise, maybe we can all make an effort to visit a new DJ more frequently.

I used to try to get to everybody's DJ occasionally, but I find myself a little short on time for various reasons lately.  I will make more of an effort to read a variety of journals.  Ultimately that always helps me more than anything else anyway.   Almost every dream-skill and cool thing that I do was something I originally read in somebody else's DJ.  I don't think I'll join a group, just in case I can't keep the commitment, but will definitely try to get around a little more.

Also, if somebody has an extra-special dream, or really anything that they want to share, I think making a specific thread for that would be a good idea, and could attract people to your DJ for more.  Also, I would never mind a PM from somebody inviting me to read a particularly good dream, and I would be happy to come and comment.  (I'll think it's good if you do, don't worry.  )

I know DJ's are the most important thing, both writing and reading, so I don't want to slack on that.  I don't know why, but I think I write much more and try much harder just knowing somebody might read it, whether they actually do or not, unlike if I just did a home DJ.  I've never kept any other kind of journal, so I'm not used to writing just for myself.

So already too long, but in summary I will try harder to get around more.

Should this be added to our Beginner's Guide, or something? I bet it's something the newcomers will welcome

That might be a good idea.

Eh, I might as well join in as well. Here's latest dream in a spoiler tag for convenience:

(click to show/hide)Pilots in Training

The dream itself had a couple of phases, first one was the shortest and wasn't exactly the clearest, but the second one was much clearer, vivid and a fair bit longer. Notably, for the entire dream I took on the appearance of a female again, though unlike previous dreams, I had blonde hair and looked a little bit more different to my usual forms. I was aware of this because the dream itself kept shifting from first-person to third-person perspective and back.

The first phase had me sitting in a plane I think with a few other people around me. My impression of these people was that they were friends of mine, though I don't think they were anyone I knew. We were having a conversation and it seemed to centre around why I was joining the Air-Force. I said I wanted to become a helicopter pilot and it is just something I've worked towards doing. Asking back to the others why they were joining too, and I got various reasons similar to my own and also that since I was joining, they might as well join me too.

Soon enough, the scene shifts to me being in a military base with my friends. We are in uniform and sitting in a room getting briefed about our training, the schedule involved and what we were in for. Afterwards, we were dismissed and we went to the mess hall to get our lunch, though the meal itself was fairly uneventful. Whilst i chatted a little with my friends, it was still a little quiet as we contemplated our training regime. As we finished our meal, there was an announcement made stating that the tonight's dinner was going to be decided by one lucky cadet's suggestion, so anyone with a suggestion for a good meal should hand in a paper with the desired meal written on with name. Thinking for a little, I thought to myself that I could really do with a nice spaghetti carbonara. Getting up, I went to make my suggestion at a nearby ballot box, and then left the mess hall.

After lunch, most of us got put into doing physical training and exercise, so we changed out of our uniform and into more suitable outdoor kit. During the training though, I managed to wander off and take a tour of the grounds. The base in general reminded me of one of my old boarding schools, large open grounds, lots of greenery, woods to the side and overall quite serene. Apart from all the cadets running about, it certainly felt nostalgic and peaceful. It wasn't long though before someone found me and ordered me back to join the rest of the cadets in training. Begrudgingly, I returned to the group and training.

Shifting forward again to the evening, I was back at the mess hall with the rest of my friends, queueing to get our meal. As we waited, one of the chefs announces that the winning suggestion for tonight's meal was my suggestion and that there would also be extra rations for everybody, prompting cheers from everybody. As the queue started shifting through, I managed to get my share of carbonara, though I was a little sneaky in nabbing a second plate and hiding it under my tray. Joining my friends at the table, they quickly noted my second helping and immediately began to tease me about how I was able to eat so much. As I began digging into my food, I just retorted to one of the guys next to me that if he didn't want his spaghetti, I was more than happy to eat it for him.

Despite all the teasing and jokes about how I was going to end up hurling during flight training, the atmosphere was great and somewhat nostalgic. Whilst I was retorting to all the teasing and finishing up the remainder of my meal, one of the guys announces that he isn't feeling too well and excuses himself from the table. It was then I noticed that he had left behind a plate of what appeared to be Sweet & Sour Pork balls. I didn't recall the dish being served at the canteen, but I took the plate anyway and began to eat the left-overs, prompting more teasing once again.

As I'm eating the left-over Pork balls, an announcement blasts into the hall stating the base is being attacked. Stuffing one last Pork ball into my mouth, I quickly get up and join the rest of the crowd in rushing to the armoury. Arriving at the armoury, I noticed that instead of handing out guns, we were being given armour and swords to fight with. Despite this inconsistency, I take up my gear and proceed to suit up in my armour, heading out to join my squad with a longsword and shield. As we rush through the base, we come to an area being attacked. It turns out the base is being invaded with vicious monsters, some of which were making quick work of inexperienced cadets. Rushing in, we try to fight off the monsters, gathering around to protect a female commander trying to keep control of the situation.

However, despite our efforts, this massive daemon appears out of nowhere and grabs our commander, dragging her through a portal. Shocked by what happened, we are quick to alert the rest of the base of what happened. It isn't long before another officer comes round and begins ordering us into the portal to try to rescue the commander. Gathering the rest of my squad, we charge into the portal without hesitation. As I cross through the portal though, I wake up before I got to see what was on the other side.

Interesting dream, and the fact that I had quite a different appearance intrigues me. Felt rather nostalgic too.

We're doing 3's right?

I suppose we could do

Wolven, Toast, Seren

Sean, Namaste, Blue

for now? I'm not choosy on whose journals I read I'll read all 5 of your journals

I'd be fine with that setup.

Sounds good to me too. Go for it, I say.

Nice. Bookmarked Wolven + Serenity's DJs for easy access

You should make this topic a Sticky, wolven

Perhaps, but I'm not sure if it deserves it yet.

This is great! Can I join too?

31.12.2010 Meditation Theater(Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Me and this man who wears a sweater and has curly gray white hair star in this play film and we are in a scene. In the movie we are sneaking into the Quaker side of town which looks 19th century and English. We enter a building and walk up the stairs. I see a blond child in front of three boards. One has sweaters pinned onto it and a picture of a vegan girl who is about 3 or 4 years old. She has large black eyes and black hair tied up in a pony tail with only a diaper on. 'Tylenol' is written on a piece of paper and pinned to a sweater. Then a man in a black suit comes out from the right and I hear this tune D crotchet F# quaver A dotted crotchet F# quaver A crotchet over and over played by horns and rhythm section. The man explains that it is not enough to wear the sweater with Tylenol to fight poverty. The blond boy then says, "the sweater is so yesterday." I then see men and it is as if I am on a conveyor belt which moves forward as I see these men come in and out of my dream vision.They are in firefighter uniforms and are spraying water towards me. The place is dark and I see orange siren lights. Some of them are standing on metal frames high above ground but most of them are on the ground to my immediate left and I am looking at them at an angle. There is a pattern; I would see one Asian firefighter who is short and wears yellow/orange/white firefighter uniforms and that would alternate with a few tall Western firefighters in blue. And somehow the welfare of Asian and Western firefighters are different, with Westerners favored. I now enter a theater (I am guessing that this is still inside the English building). The hall has a very nice fluffy vanilla carpet. The vegan girl that I saw earlier falls over in front of me and seriously scrapes her left shoulder (on the fluffy carpet?) There are many people walking in front of her down the stairs toward the stage. I am 3/4 of the way up the other stairs now on the right side of the theater and the seats have small foldaway tables that are found in lecture theaters in universities. One of them has a metal mug on it that I recognize as belonging to Irene. We sit there (me and the old guy who I think has now turned into a girl I know) and then Irene soon comes. I say, "I am so excited to see you two meet." Irene says, "I am equally as excited to meet her." I see the vegan girl to my left and I think I take her shirt off (and excuse me for being a pedophile in this dream). She walks away, looks at me angrily and then walks out of the theater. I follow her. (For the sake of continuity of story, I walk down the stairs outside the theater that leads to the front of the stage.) I see my father on the right wing of the theater. He is sitting and there a people doing walking mediation near him (I've just got back from a 3 day meditation retreat and there was A LOT of walking meditation). I walk lightly and quickly towards my father in order to hug him (I also see Irene nearby) but he says with an annoyed face, "don't touch me! What slide?!" What the??

Sure thing.  Let me just see what's what around the DHIH teams and I'll get back to you soon on your placement.

Quote from: wolvendeer on January 02, 2011, 10:27:40 AMSure thing.  Let me just see what's what around the DHIH teams and I'll get back to you soon on your placement.

Cool thank you.

Group 2 - we did do some DHIH for a while. I posted in Bluefinger and Sean's DJ and them in mine too.

It seems to have tailed off though. I haven't been as active and I also having been able to keep a regular daily DJ so there hasn't been much in there to discuss. I hope to get more active again in the future but at the moment I can't participate as much as I would like :(

It's no big deal, Namaste.  We'll still be here when you get more active again.

Mediabat, you're in Group 1.

Quote from: wolvendeer on January 04, 2011, 11:24:46 AMIt's no big deal, Namaste.  We'll still be here when you get more active again.

Mediabat, you're in Group 1.

Awesome, thanks Wolvendeer.

By the way, how is this working?

Quote from: StarSeeker on January 16, 2011, 11:55:24 AMBy the way, how is this working? Wolvendeer hasn't been posting many dreams (naughty!) but he's getting better (probably has a lot of commitments, so you are pardoned Wolvendeer). Serenity is doing great. And I post pretty much everyday. There needs to be more cross-commenting going on though.

Seems like Wolv, media and I are the only ones really active. However, I try to read all the journals of the chat regulars I can't comment on all due to time constraints, but I keep up on the reading

It seems to be working so far... wolven is a bit delayed, but I'm sure he'll catch up

Sticking this thread!

Quote from: StarSeeker on February 16, 2011, 12:27:30 PMIt seems to be working so far... wolven is a bit delayed, but I'm sure he'll catch up

Sticking this thread!

I keep saying "tonight I'll catch up" and "tomorrow morning I'll catch up."

Quote from: wolvendeer on February 16, 2011, 12:31:24 PMQuote from: StarSeeker on February 16, 2011, 12:27:30 PMIt seems to be working so far... wolven is a bit delayed, but I'm sure he'll catch up

Sticking this thread!

I keep saying "tonight I'll catch up" and "tomorrow morning I'll catch up."

Just do a tiny bit. You could do like 5 minutes each day.

Or, if catching up is the issue, you can always start fresh from last night

Quote from: Serenity on February 18, 2011, 05:57:10 PMOr, if catching up is the issue, you can always start fresh from last night
agreed.