So I'm starting a dream journal. I intend to only post dreams after I have them, that is, since some are repeats, I will not post them until they repeat again. I make no apologies if anyone is offended, although it is certainly not my desire to do so, since these are my dreams, as they happened, and I cannot change what has happened. So here goes:

This is a new one. I'm in a convenience store owned by some Muslim men. I'm shopping for NJ license plates, hoping to find one with my license plate number already on it. It seemed as though I'd found one, but, after I bought it, it turned into a blank Texas plate. I've never been anywhere near Texas. There's an elevator in the store. I enter it, and it goes down a very long way, accelerating in every which way, rotating, etc. It's fun, but I'm getting dizzy. When it stops, I walk through a beautiful meadow surrounded by forests. Everything has a magical, shimmering quality about it. I feel like I smoked some weed on the day after taking LSD. (I did this several times, over 13 or so years ago. I'm clean now.) I'm eating pretzels out of a bag; some of them keep flying out of my hands and I'm getting annoyed about it. Also, I don't really want them. There are two annoying people here, jumping up and down and laughing, walking in the opposite direction. Then I stop feeling annoyed, and start laughing and enjoying the walk. I think about the elevator. I think, ``Hey, those Muslim guys can't drink or anything. Maybe that's why they have that cool elevator..'' I'm suddenly in a suburb, walking around and around the same block. It seems familiar, but I don't remember it. During the whole dream I don't realize I'm dreaming, but for some reason I think that now I should wake up. And I do. At some point during the night I had another dream, of which I can only remember that my cat, who is not allowed outside, was outside. I picked her up and brought her in. (She has never gotten out.)

That's about all I can remember. When I woke up, I almost immediately realized my dream had some things in common with a book I was reading the night before; (``We'', by Yevgeny Zamyatin.) There is a part where the character is descending a very long elevator, and before this he is walking around in a similar state as I was. I read a lot, and very, very rarely do I dream about what I'm reading. Maybe spending the last few days around here has changed something?

It's actually pretty cool writing this down. I already feel more in touch with this `Dream World...'

I wake up (or dream I wake up) after several hours of sleep, and am disappointed that I haven't had any dreams. I fall back asleep, and have a dream. [Repeated element: I'm going through some passage. I cannot describe it. I often go through the same passage. I know it's the same one when I'm dreaming, but when I wake up I can't remember anything about it.] I get to a house that I'm quite convinced is my neighbors house, even though it is very far from my house, it does not look like my neighbors house, and my neighbor does not live there. There is a man inside who never says anything. He is playing a guitar, but it sounds like a harp. (Harmonica, but I'm thinking harp.) I envy his playing. While I am there, a mob of angry teenagers bust in and put me on trial (more like inquisition.) They say I hurt the feelings of one J-----, who was my girlfriend for a very short time when I was a teenager. [Not the dream: I was supposed to go dancing with her (I can not dance), but I went out drinking with someone else. I felt very bad about it at the time. And I ended up walking 20+ mile home, and got lost.] The turn me over to an old, bearded man with an Italian accent. He severely reprimands me. He builds a da Vinci-like flying machine, attaches some explosives to it, and sets me airborne. I have to get back to bed. In order to do so, I have to fly over this green-red-purple pedestal, jump off the contraption, land on the pedestal, bounce through my kitchen window, and into my bed (which is in the kitchen for some reason.) Whenever I do it, there is someone already in the bed. I keep trying, but my father, then my mother, then my sister, then pets, then strangers, then ... Each time I see someone there I go backwards in time, to try again. Only the explosives do not go back in time. I become more and more anxious. Finally, I see myself in the bed. I land into myself, and wake up.

I can not remember any dreams from last night. I know I had some, but they slipped away as soon as I woke.

I've been having a bit of trouble recalling dreams from the last couple of nights. I did a bit better this morning. It seems I was trying to befriend a large succession of animals. There was a very large sea snake / dragon type of creature in an in-ground pool. It only trusted me (there were other people there teasing it, or figuring how to exploit it.) There was an insect (moth?) flying between my eyes. Other people were trying to kill it. There was something that kept changing from a cat into a dog, it kept making me pet it. Others were abusing it. There were more that I can't remember. These were separate dreams, with significant lapse of time between them. In each case, I was trying to relax and protect the animal, and felt great compassion for it. I had the strangest feeling this morning. I vaguely remember that before these dreams, I had one of the repeat dreams, but I can not remember what it was. I concentrated very hard to remember, and I got this intense feeling of deja vu; but also I felt very deeply relaxed and peaceful, as if I had just had a very good meditation. The more I thought about this dream, the stranger I felt. It was kind of like being in two places at once; one place being literally inside of my head, the other far away. I believe the far away place is the source of the deja vu. It is as if my subconscious remembers it, but I do not. It was a beautiful state of mind.

I was sitting in a desk. Some one behind me was poking me in the back and laughing. They implied that this would be the only dream I would remember. They were right. I turned around and slammed the person's face into the desk, pressing their face into it. The person seemed at once many people, yet one person. I don't know why I reacted so violently, but the person seemed determined to drive me to it. But I realized I was dreaming! I was not happy or excited about it, though. Just very angry at the person. When I woke up my head felt as if it weighed 50 lbs, and my mind was very cloudy. It took me a while to realize what happened. If I see the person again, I'll try to be nicer...

Congratulations on the LD, even if it wasn't all that great.

Your recall seems to be pretty good, you've remembered something 4 out of 5 nights. If you're remembering these along with doing a job or whatever, I'd say you're doing pretty well. If you can spare the sleep, then waking yourself up in the night by alarm is a good way to remember multiple dreams per night.

Toast, thanks for the reply and encouragement. I've always had fairly good recall, but strangely it has been worse since I've started this journal. Maybe it's because I'm trying too hard to remember. on the other hand, I haven't been doing this for a week yet, so maybe it's just a coincidence.

I'm looking at the front of my right lower forearm, and it has on it a thick layer of blood, as if it were applied with a paint brush. My arm is not bleeding. However, on the wall is an x-ray of the arm, with a very strange fracture:

{~~ ... {~ {~ {~ {~ {~ {~~{~ {~   {~ {~     {~ {~~{~       {~ {~  {~        {~ {~~{~    {~        {~ {~~{~~{~~{~   {~    {~        {~ {~  {~   {~    {~

where each ~' is longer than shown and is moving. It goes on indefinitely, like a fractal. I was staring at this for quite some time. Every so often, an impulse from one of the leaves' would cross to another leaf in a sort of little lightning bolt, and for a brief instance, the whole thing would form into a symbol, like some kind of pictograph. I've seen the symbols before in other dreams. I seem to understand them at the time, but I have no idea what they mean upon awakening, and can recall very little about their appearance. I have never seem anything similar when I'm awake.

This is a repeat dream. There are sometimes variations, but most of the details are always exactly the same.

I am living in a very tall house; it's almost like a tower. I spend most of the time in the upper floors. The lower floors are more chaotic; there is a feeling of madness about them. They do not seem to be three dimensional, and there are indescribable sounds coming from them. It seems to get worse farther down; in any case I've never been beyond two or three of these floors.

One thing in common with all of these repeat dreams involves my senses (although this sometimes happens in new dreams.) For one thing, I seem to have synesthesia. (I do not while I'm awake.) The sounds that I hear in the lower rooms are not really sounds. They occur when and only when I am looking at an object.' Because they are not ordinary three-dimensional, physical objects, they are extremely confusing to look at for any length of time, and I perceive them as (not much less confusing) sounds. If I close my eyes, or look away, the sounds stop. The middle-higher floors have less confusing objects, but they still seem to kind of weave in and out of their forms. The sight of them produces strange, but rather soothing sounds. In the middle floors, some of the monster' objects protrude through the floor, so I can still see them, but they sound quieter.

Some of the objects are like this: Imagine taking a room, with it's objects, turning it inside out, and wrapping it around a sphere. Pull some of the parts out, push other parts in, twisting them so that they kind of form a vortex into themselves. Then imagine that this whole thing is alive--it has a definite personality, and is attempting to communicate. It changes colors to speak, and becomes angry when it is ignored.

Other objects look more normal. For example an old wooden chair, but one of the arms will dissolve, float off, become a sound, slam into the wall, reform back at it's original location as the wrong object, for example a metal beam, then slowly turn into an arm again.

Also, I seem to have senses that have no physical counterpart, and these also get involved in the synesthesia. This is pretty much impossible to explain, because there is nothing to compare it to. All of the physical senses are responses to phenomenon that are electrical in nature; there is some other fundamental force' here. I believe it is this force which keeps the objects with more chaotic energy' on the lower floors, or perhaps they are more chaotic because of it. I think chaos is not the right word here either, because there is a strange feeling of order.

In any case, I have not spent much time on these lower floors, because the lower I go, the more I lose the distinction between my self and the place.' It is not fear, but there is less I' that is conscious, to even look at anything.

The upper floors are very pleasant and relaxing. I often sleep in a bed in the attic, which is basically like a normal attic, but with nice big windows and fine furnishings. There I have dreams within dreams, when I awake, I wake up there. These dreams I can not remember.

This house is always exactly the same, but what I do on the lower floors varies. But I always go to the attic and I always sleep there. Sometimes I read, or just sit and think. I do not remember what books or what thoughts.

This, however, always happens. Outside of the attic's window, on the ground is a road. Across from the road is a meadow, beyond which is a forest. Walking along the road are dinosaurs and strange, very colorful birds. About once a minute, a vehicle (not a modern car, more `futuristic,' but it moves like and about the speed of a car. There are passengers of some sort inside.) comes down the road, and the birds jump out of the way into the meadow. The dinosaurs are slow to respond, and usually, one of them gets hit. This causes no damage to the vehicle. The dinosaur will appear to be fine, but then a bulldozer will come, pick up the dinosaur (still standing), and dump it into the meadow, where it flops over dead. The other dinosaurs do not seem to react to all of this. The sizes of the bulldozer and the dinosaurs are normal, but the dinosaur seems to get smaller when it is being picked up. The dinosaurs are about 80% brontosaurus, the rest smaller and varied types. Some of the birds will eat the dinosaur corpse. No matter how many dinosaurs die, they do not seem to diminish in number. There is probably 50-100 of them, with 2-3 birds to each one.

I feel very bad for the dinosaurs. I have tried jumping out of the window to help, but none of the animals (or the vehicles) seem to notice that I am there at all. If I yell from the window, some of them will look up, but little else.

That is very strange, sounds like an interesting place for recurring dreams.  You should try to find a way to go up above the attic, and see if it gets extremely orderly up there, the same as it gets extremely chaotic as you go down.  You mentioned reading there, maybe you could check the bookshelf for a secret door, leading to a stairway going up.

Thanks for the reply, Serith. That's a great idea, checking for a secret door. The problem is I can't have proper lucid dreams yet. All of the events unfold, and I feel I am consciously making decisions, but I can't really change the `plot' of the dream, or I don't realize it's a dream to begin with. When I am able, I will definitely try your suggestion. By the way, I looked at your dream journal and all I can say is WOW. The idea of drawing your dreams, and the drawings themselves, are very, very cool.

I feel like I'm gonna go crazy if I keep thinking about this. I had at least two repeat dreams last night, but I can't remember them. I know they were repeats, because I wake up and think Oh, that again,' and it's all crystal-clear in my mind, for about 3 seconds. then I completely forget everything. The feeling' of it lingers on, nagging me all day, like a song that you've forgotten how it goes. After the second time, I was determined not to let it happen again, but then I had a new dream, of which I recall fairly little also.

My grandmother's brother keeps dying. And coming back to life. He's quite senile, and he doesn't realize he's dead. He has moments of clarity and speaks profound wisdom, of which I remember nothing. This goes on for a long time. His eyes seem to be glowing red.

I vaguely recall trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle, the pieces of which are random, non jigsaw-piece-like objects, like branches, pliers, and coffee-make parts.

I have a seemingly endless sequence of false awakenings, all very mundane. Each time I wake up in a different mood. I really woke up with the damned `repeat dreams stuck in my head.'

Quote from: mu on August 28, 2008, 12:14:00 AM Thanks for the reply, Serith. That's a great idea, checking for a secret door. The problem is I can't have proper lucid dreams yet. All of the events unfold, and I feel I am consciously making decisions, but I can't really change the `plot' of the dream, or I don't realize it's a dream to begin with. When I am able, I will definitely try your suggestion. By the way, I looked at your dream journal and all I can say is WOW. The idea of drawing your dreams, and the drawings themselves, are very, very cool. Probably it's easier to just remember, "next time I'm in that building, I'll look for a secret way above the attic" then to actually become lucid.  If it does become more and more orderly as you go up just like it becomes more chaotic as you go down, then it'd probably also make you more aware as you go up just like you become less aware as you go down.   I suspect that effect would actually cause lucidity.

Thanks for the compliment.  I really wish more people would draw their dreams, as dream journals with images seem more interesting than plain text, and drawings would probably be more interesting than the pictures off the internet that the other people who add images to their dream journals use.  Plus, I suspect that there are lots of people here who would do much better at drawing their dreams than I do. I know Oneironaut does occasionally, and the results are amazing.

Quote from: mu on August 28, 2008, 12:14:00 AM My grandmother's brother keeps dying. And coming back to life. He's quite senile, and he doesn't realize he's dead. He has moments of clarity and speaks profound wisdom, of which I remember nothing. This goes on for a long time. His eyes seem to be glowing red.

It does always seem that way, that you can never remember the profound wisdom that DCs sometimes seem to speak, or you remember it as nonsense.  Does anyone remember hearing any accounts of anyone actually learning something amazing from a DC?

QuoteProbably it's easier to just remember, "next time I'm in that building, I'll look for a secret way above the attic" then to actually become lucid.  If it does become more and more orderly as you go up just like it becomes more chaotic as you go down, then it'd probably also make you more aware as you go up just like you become less aware as you go down.   I suspect that effect would actually cause lucidity.

That's very insightful, and it's certainly something I will try. My objectiveness is definitely proportional to the height of the floors, and it makes sense that the floors just a little higher would have the effect of causing lucidity, since it seems so close to it already in the attic. I actually feel extremely `aware' on the lower floors, but I am not able to make sense of the situation; I can not distinguish between myself and the surroundings, my perception seems kind of backwards.

Quote... I really wish more people would draw their dreams...

I actually tried to draw this attic with the gimp last night. I gave up in about 10 minutes. I used to draw reasonably well on paper, but I can't even draw a circle with a mouse. I don't have a tablet. Maybe one day I'll try scanning something...

QuoteIt does always seem that way, that you can never remember the profound wisdom that DCs sometimes seem to speak, or you remember it as nonsense.  Does anyone remember hearing any accounts of anyone actually learning something amazing from a DC?

Maybe it's some kind of `subconscious wisdom' that can't quite be put into words. On the other hand, maybe it is complete nonsense. Strange what a revelation it seems like at the time, though.

I have discovered that if I have a really nice meditation before going to sleep, I have very little dreams for several hours afterwards. There is definitely a pattern here. I did have a dream early this morning, however, which may or may not be directly inspired by a dream I read in Toast's DJ, about the Asian girl who invented a wonderful new mathematics:

I had discovered an amazing new law of physics which simplified physical calculations enormously. It was some kind of conservation law of a new abstract quantity similar to energy. I spent the majority of the dream testing my theory in various situations, from mundane objects such as falling trees, to sub-nuclear interactions within living brains (makes a lot of sense,) to the origin of the big bang. I discovered that everything is fundamentally impossible, and realizing that this would also include my theory, became disenchanted and walked through a mirror into another universe, never to return.

I woke up, fell back asleep, and had this same dream again. (I guess that means I'm back in the original universe. ) I've never had it before.

mu: Glad to know one of my dreams could be so inspiring . Your dream sounds a lot more interesting than the original to be hones though. A new abstract quality? Mirrors to other universes? Wow.

Recurring dreams seem to happen a lot for you... I wonder why that could be, since I absolutely never have a dream that I've had before.

Serith: Yeah, I would like to draw my dreams, but my drawing is so atrocious that I would be ashamed to post it. Maybe I'll start trying to draw them anyway, since as they say, practice makes perfect, and if I'm drawing stuff every day, then I should (some time ) get better.

Quote from: Toast on August 29, 2008, 06:43:45 AMSerith: Yeah, I would like to draw my dreams, but my drawing is so atrocious that I would be ashamed to post it. Maybe I'll start trying to draw them anyway, since as they say, practice makes perfect, and if I'm drawing stuff every day, then I should (some time ) get better. Yeah, there's always a starting period where your drawing is atrocious, a few of the earlier drawings in my DV journal are just embarrassing.  Still, it doesn't last too long if you keep it up, and when people can see your earlier drawings, the later ones look much better just by comparison.

Quote from: Toast on August 29, 2008, 06:43:45 AM... Wow.

Recurring dreams seem to happen a lot for you... I wonder why that could be, since I absolutely never have a dream that I've had before. Thanks . I wonder why too, that's why I'm here. I remember having some of them at least 15 years ago, probably several time per year. Most of them are quite enjoyable, so maybe I just want to `see it again,' like an old movie? But I can't seem to ever dream about what I want to, to find out more about it. That's why I want to be lucid in them.

This is not exactly a repeat, but the location is. There are some repeating dreams in my dad's store, and some in my mom's store. Neither of them have really ever owned any kind of store. I'm in my mom's store. Strangely, she is never there, but it is her store. It is like a supermarket, but all of the food is for animals, and the aisles are extremely close together. I'm driving through the aisle on some kind of cart, holding a broken vacuum cleaner handle and looking for something to fix it with. Some bird seed falls onto the handle, thereby rendering it irreparable, and I throw it up into the air. The handle shorts out the lights, and I then realize that I really needed some pet food, and I shouldn't have wasted time with the vacuum cleaner. I can't see anything, so I go into the basement to check the fuses. (I know how to find the basement because I've been here before.)

Suddenly I'm outside and running up into the air. (I have had very few dreams in which I'm flying by my own power. I always need some kind of machine. But if I run very fast I start running up into the air, and I can stay up for 20-30 s.) I land on the roof of the store, and confused, I jump down into the parking lot to try again. But when I turn around there is a different store there, the mall. I've had some very strange dreams about the mall, and for some reason I was afraid to go in. I woke up.

I haven't dreamed about the mall for a while, and the details are sketchy to me right now. Since I've started this journal, I've been thinking a lot about these repeat dreams and locations. They are all kind of like old memories in the back of my mind, and it feels like they are all sort of active, or becoming active, like some part of my brain is thinking about them all of the time. It's a very hard thing to describe. Since I would like to have these dreams whilst lucid, I am going to add here some thought, key-words, etc. as I remember them, even if it's been a while since I've had a particular dream. I don't expect this will make much sense to anyone.

(mall, really, really long room, north exit=south exit, disturbing) (farm road, damn tall grass, path, flying on ground, friendly people, king) (rolling down hill, junk, palace, statue heads, airplane) (bombed basement, evil, shiny, shower, rust, lovecraft-like) (island under bermuda triangle, tests, display cases, secrets, team) (subterranean, beautiful girl, mirror, hand) (highway to grandma's, repeat, neighborhood) (death, space, music) (dad store, hardware, serial killer, long pipes) (house, water, cabin, connected) (here)

Quote from: Moonbeam on October 30, 2008, 07:04:42 PMWhat a night!  That was pretty cool.  I've always sort of been a bad influence on people. Thanks! I guess you'll have to be careful what you say around such an impressionable fledgling LDer like me. Seriously, I like your influence though.

QuoteSounds like the inspiration for the plant-P**** girl was maybe a Georgeia O'Keefe painting.

OK hopefully this will come back to me now.... I've definitely heard that name before, and I looked it up. I've also definitely saw some of those paintings before... I don't think I found the one you're talking about, but it's certainly possible. Whoa, some of those paintings are good...

Quote from: iadr on October 30, 2008, 07:39:45 PMAwesome lucids mu, and with so much control.  You knew exactly what you wanted to do. Thanks again! Although, honestly, I did have some trouble figuring out what I wanted. I think I had too much power, and not enough control:

Quote from: Caradon on October 30, 2008, 10:15:14 PMCongrats on having such a fun night. That was awesome. Sounds like headaches really work in your favor. Hi Caradon. Thank you! Now that you mention it, the last time I kept banging my head in the lucid... Maybe? I'd say it's worth it though.

Ha ha.

QuoteThat's the first I've heard of somebody being in a bad mood in a Lucid though. It was a very strange thing. One part of my mind was not just mad, it was absolutely furious, cynical, revengeful. The other part knew this, and wished it could be different, but somehow knew it shouldn't interfere. Hard feeling to describe. It did seem that I was actually mad because I was lucid.

QuoteI heard a song about dreaming a while back and did an RC too. Unfortunately I wasn't lucky enough to actually be dreaming though. You don't know how many RCs I've done today, after last night. And lately I've been finding songs about dreaming on purpose, because I always get songs stuck in my head, and they play over, and over, and over... So I guess I'm kind of sending subliminal messages to myself, or something.

I wanted to say thanks to everyone here at MM. If it wasn't for all of you giving encouragement, or sharing your fascinating experiences, ... I don't think I'd be doing this for a long time, if ever. I really can't say how amazing this is! (Well, you guys know.) Amazing doesn't begin to describe it... So, everyone:

Yay!  I influenced you . . .  and ruined your lucid sex . . .   Trust me to be the weirdest influence.

Quote from: mu on October 31, 2008, 12:21:36 AMI've definitely heard that name before, and I looked it up. I've also definitely saw some of those paintings before... I don't think I found the one you're talking about, but it's certainly possible. Whoa, some of those paintings are good... She denied that her paintings were supposed to be what they looked like, but everybody thinks that they are anyway.  There's like 1000 of them.

QuoteIt was a very strange thing. One part of my mind was not just mad, it was absolutely furious, cynical, revengeful. The other part knew this, and wished it could be different, but somehow knew it shouldn't interfere. Hard feeling to describe. It did seem that I was actually mad because I was lucid. Maybe the angry part of your brain was just a dream emotion, and the other part was the lucid part.

That's the scientific explanation.

QuoteYou don't know how many RCs I've done today, after last night. And lately I've been finding songs about dreaming on purpose, because I always get songs stuck in my head, and they play over, and over, and over... So I guess I'm kind of sending subliminal messages to myself, or something. Good idea!  Oh wait, I've tried this before and it didn't work.  I'll try again!  Better than having an AC/DC song stuck in your head for like three days.

Quote Awww...   Something about dreaming, it just works better if you talk about it.  It's the biggest dream inducer and stimulator of new ideas and abilities that I have, I know for sure.

Quote from: Alex Lou on October 31, 2008, 02:37:31 AM Yay!  I influenced you . . .  and ruined your lucid sex . . .   Trust me to be the weirdest influence. You did and you did. Kidding. Oh yeah, I tried to go to the moon too, like you. It didn't work though. And yes, if I need my dreams to be even weirder, I know exactly where to look for inspiration...

Quote from: Moonbeam on October 31, 2008, 07:12:05 AMShe denied that her paintings were supposed to be what they looked like, but everybody thinks that they are anyway.  There's like 1000 of them. 1000 coincidences...

QuoteMaybe the angry part of your brain was just a dream emotion, and the other part was the lucid part.

That's the scientific explanation. I think the stubborn part of my brain that was keeping me from getting lucid is now bitching about it. But if that's what science says.

QuoteGood idea!  Oh wait, I've tried this before and it didn't work.  I'll try again!  Better than having an AC/DC song stuck in your head for like three days. I don't know if it works, I just figured, if it's going to be annoying, it might as well be useful. (Although this one time it made me do a RC.) That happens to you too?

QuoteAwww...   Something about dreaming, it just works better if you talk about it.  It's the biggest dream inducer and stimulator of new ideas and abilities that I have, I know for sure. Thank you. I couldn't agree more. And it gives me some energy too; it motivates me. Otherwise I'd probably be good and lazy about it.

Not much sleep, not much recall.

There's a cat in the yard, who looks just like any ordinary cat, but the cat is Mick Jagger.  Knowing this, I try to impress the cat by singing 'Jumping Jack Flash' to it, and I sound just like Mick.  The cat nods it's head slightly in approval.

I need to kill this guy, and I'm following him around, but he keeps hiding in groups of people. If I manage to get him alone, he turns into a random friend, so I let him go. Then I say "Damn it" and look for him again.

Quote from: mu on November 01, 2008, 01:25:02 AMThere's a cat in the yard, who looks just like any ordinary cat, but the cat is Mick Jagger.  Knowing this, I try to impress the cat by singing 'Jumping Jack Flash' to it, and I sound just like Mick.  The cat nods it's head slightly in approval.

Quote from: mu on November 01, 2008, 01:25:02 AMQuoteGood idea!  Oh wait, I've tried this before and it didn't work.  I'll try again!  Better than having an AC/DC song stuck in your head for like three days. I don't know if it works, I just figured, if it's going to be annoying, it might as well be useful. (Although this one time it made me do a RC.) That happens to you too? The only music has worked is when I didn't incubate it, and it spontaneously played in my dream.  It was always a song that made a reference to a dream, sometimes one I really hadn't noticed before (Stone "Miss You", Head East "Never Been Any Reason).  Then I tried to incubate them, hoping they'd show up in a dream, but they never do. I put them on my ipod in a dream-mix, but that didn't work either.

QuoteThere's a cat in the yard, who looks just like any ordinary cat, but the cat is Mick Jagger.  Knowing this, I try to impress the cat by singing 'Jumping Jack Flash' to it, and I sound just like Mick.  The cat nods it's head slightly in approval. Do an RC!  Incubate JJF!   Hopefully this will happen again.

QuoteI need to kill this guy, and I'm following him around, but he keeps hiding in groups of people. If I manage to get him alone, he turns into a random friend, so I let him go. Then I say "Damn it" and look for him again. I hate when that happens.

Quote from: iadr on November 01, 2008, 02:33:29 AM I knew you'd say that.

Quote from: Moonbeam on November 01, 2008, 11:14:56 AMThe only music has worked is when I didn't incubate it, and it spontaneously played in my dream.  It was always a song that made a reference to a dream, sometimes one I really hadn't noticed before (Stone "Miss You", Head East "Never Been Any Reason).  Then I tried to incubate them, hoping they'd show up in a dream, but they never do. I put them on my ipod in a dream-mix, but that didn't work either. "Miss You" mentions dreams? I never really knew what the lyrics were. Let me see... It does! That's pretty weird, every song seems to be about LDs to me anymore. There must be some connection between the part of the mind that creates LDs and art/music. I haven't really incubated anything either, just been trying to keep lucidity on my mind all the time.

QuoteDo an RC!  Incubate JJF!   Hopefully this will happen again. I actually have sung at animals before, particularly when I was a kid. I've never sung JJF before, nor do I sound like MJ, so I can try it.

QuoteI hate when that happens. Really?

A stupid fragment about being in a Tales From the Crypt episode I'd just watched, involving eating an apple and being a CEO with a dark side.

I'm noticing something that I'm pretty sure never used to happen. I'm dreaming about stuff on my mind the very same night, particularly stuff immediately preceding sleep. I used to dream about 'RL thoughts' relatively rarely, and mostly in heavily symbolic form, and never immediately. For example, the episode above. And I read peoples DJs last thing, and I've been 'borrowing' lots of ideas from them. When I got lucid the other night, I was reading lots of stuff about lucidity. I'd listened to a song on youtube, and heard it in the dream. All stuff I did right before bed. Last night, as I was falling asleep, I had an overwhelming sensation that I was suddenly lucid, but I could not move or do any RCs, and everything seemed perfectly normal otherwise. It was the strangest feeling though. I was positive I was just about to fall asleep, and have a nice LD. The last thing I remember was a little bit of rising doubt that it would happen, and I think that blew it.

Quote from: mu on November 01, 2008, 11:24:37 PMLast night, as I was falling asleep, I had an overwhelming sensation that I was suddenly lucid, but I could not move or do any RCs, and everything seemed perfectly normal otherwise. It was the strangest feeling though. I was positive I was just about to fall asleep, and have a nice LD. The last thing I remember was a little bit of rising doubt that it would happen, and I think that blew it. Sounds like you were experiencing some kind sleep paralysis mu.  I've had that same feeling before which also affected my dream body and caused me to be unable to move.

Quote from: mu on November 01, 2008, 11:24:37 PM"Miss You" mentions dreams? I never really knew what the lyrics were. Let me see... It does! That's pretty weird, every song seems to be about LDs to me anymore. There must be some connection between the part of the mind that creates LDs and art/music. I haven't really incubated anything either, just been trying to keep lucidity on my mind all the time. I know, I wouldn't have been able to remember those lyrics when I was awake, really I didn't even know that's what he said there as many  times as I've heard that song.  I guess some part of my brain did however.  In that book I read by the lucid dreamers who did a bunch of experiments, they said that they never remembered anything in a dream that they couldn't remember while awake, but I swear this is an instance of that.  We should collect those examples.

Here's the dream (I was going to link you to the post, but I don't know how to do that I realized.)  This had a very disappointing ending.  I'll put in a spoiler so I don't clutter up your journal with my dreams.

Spoiler for The Gift  100%

I'm lying in bed.  I can hear music and I think it must be my i-pod still playing, lying next to my pillow.  It's the Stones playing "Miss You".  I think I hear a commotion in the garage, so I get up to see what it is.  A big dog that I don't have any more is bothering one of the little dogs I have now.  I tell her to cut it out.  I can still hear the music, and I hear these lines from the song:

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep You've been starring in my dreams And I think, oh, wait a second....could this be a dream?  And as I think that, I feel as if I am having a successful WILD; I see swirly gray stuff, and I think, oh I have to get into the dream.  The dogs become amorphous blobs, and the garage fades.  I try to visualize an outdoor scene to go into.

I am standing in the loft of a big apartment.  I think about what I wanted to do when I got lucid.  I had been thinking about it before I went to sleep and every time I woke up, but I can't quite think of it.  I think how strange it is that the mind doesn't work quite right in dreams, and remembering is so difficult.  I feel totally normal mentally, like I should be able to remember, but I'm aware that I've forgotten what I wanted to do even tho I had just been thinking of it a little while before.  I think, if I get started moving around, it will come to me.

The apartment is very open and sparsely furnished.  I realize I'm in a high-rise building, so if I fly out of the apartment I can get into the city and maybe get something done.  I try to focus beyond the apartment, and I see a city-scape, sort of pale and cartoonish, but existing there beyond the walls.

I dive off of the balcony, planning on escaping the apartment.  I hit a big heavy coffee table which slows me down considerably.  It takes several moments for my head to pass thru the top part of the table, then I'm in the space between the top and bottom shelf.  I feel like I'm slowing down more and more, and actually getting stuck in the table.  As soon as I think that, I'm back up on the balcony again.

I look around the apartment again.  Now all of the furniture is gone, and in the middle of the floor is a package.  It is a gift, wrapped in orchid-colored cloth, with a bow of the same material.  Oh goodie, a present for me!  I can't wait to see what it is.  I dive off the balcony and pick up the package.  It is hard and flat, like a book.  I start to unwrap it...(Tom moves and wakes me up! %*&#$#!!!)

I try to WILD after waking up, and get HI several times, but never am able to get back into a real dream.

QuoteI'm noticing something that I'm pretty sure never used to happen. I'm dreaming about stuff on my mind the very same night, particularly stuff immediately preceding sleep. I used to dream about 'RL thoughts' relatively rarely, and mostly in heavily symbolic form, and never immediately. That's good!  I wish I could do that more, it would really help with getting things done.  I seem to feel like the thoughts right before bed were years away.

Quote from: iadr on November 02, 2008, 09:26:36 AMSounds like you were experiencing some kind sleep paralysis mu.  I've had that same feeling before which also affected my dream body and caused me to be unable to move. I think you're right, but there was something else going on too. It felt like I was going from being awake directly into lucidity, only the lucidity very quickly fell apart.

Quote from: Moonbeam on November 02, 2008, 10:47:01 AMI know, I wouldn't have been able to remember those lyrics when I was awake, really I didn't even know that's what he said there as many  times as I've heard that song.  I guess some part of my brain did however.  In that book I read by the lucid dreamers who did a bunch of experiments, they said that they never remembered anything in a dream that they couldn't remember while awake, but I swear this is an instance of that.  We should collect those examples.

I don't agree with that book. I think it's quite possible to just barely see and hear things while awake, so that you don't realize that you are seeing or hearing it. (The same goes for other senses.) Maybe you're preoccupied, or lazy, or perceive it in an altered way, whatever. But some part of your mind remembers it. Or maybe you just forgot that you knew something. There's all kinds of possibilities. I think part of the 'information' stored in your mind is not even available to your 'normal' consciousness, under normal circumstances. Just like logic is very hard for your dreaming mind, I think there's other stuff that's hard for the waking mind, in a similar way.

QuoteHere's the dream (I was going to link you to the post, but I don't know how to do that I realized.)  This had a very disappointing ending.  I'll put in a spoiler so I don't clutter up your journal with my dreams.

Spoiler for The Gift  100%

I'm lying in bed.  I can hear music and I think it must be my i-pod still playing, lying next to my pillow.  It's the Stones playing "Miss You".  I think I hear a commotion in the garage, so I get up to see what it is.  A big dog that I don't have any more is bothering one of the little dogs I have now.  I tell her to cut it out.  I can still hear the music, and I hear these lines from the song:

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep You've been starring in my dreams And I think, oh, wait a second....could this be a dream?  And as I think that, I feel as if I am having a successful WILD; I see swirly gray stuff, and I think, oh I have to get into the dream.  The dogs become amorphous blobs, and the garage fades.  I try to visualize an outdoor scene to go into.

I am standing in the loft of a big apartment.  I think about what I wanted to do when I got lucid.  I had been thinking about it before I went to sleep and every time I woke up, but I can't quite think of it.  I think how strange it is that the mind doesn't work quite right in dreams, and remembering is so difficult.  I feel totally normal mentally, like I should be able to remember, but I'm aware that I've forgotten what I wanted to do even tho I had just been thinking of it a little while before.  I think, if I get started moving around, it will come to me.

The apartment is very open and sparsely furnished.  I realize I'm in a high-rise building, so if I fly out of the apartment I can get into the city and maybe get something done.  I try to focus beyond the apartment, and I see a city-scape, sort of pale and cartoonish, but existing there beyond the walls.

I dive off of the balcony, planning on escaping the apartment.  I hit a big heavy coffee table which slows me down considerably.  It takes several moments for my head to pass thru the top part of the table, then I'm in the space between the top and bottom shelf.  I feel like I'm slowing down more and more, and actually getting stuck in the table.  As soon as I think that, I'm back up on the balcony again.

I look around the apartment again.  Now all of the furniture is gone, and in the middle of the floor is a package.  It is a gift, wrapped in orchid-colored cloth, with a bow of the same material.  Oh goodie, a present for me!  I can't wait to see what it is.  I dive off the balcony and pick up the package.  It is hard and flat, like a book.  I start to unwrap it...(Tom moves and wakes me up! %*&#$#!!!)

I try to WILD after waking up, and get HI several times, but never am able to get back into a real dream. Right when you got a present! When a dream starts off like that, it seems like some part of your mind really wants you to be lucid, like there's a good reason. So it's doubly when you're awoken from it. Cool dream.

QuoteThat's good!  I wish I could do that more, it would really help with getting things done.  I seem to feel like the thoughts right before bed were years away. Yeah, but it doesn't necessarily conjure up the dreams I want. I had no particular desire to dream about the Tales From the Crypt episode, for example. Hopefully we'll both get better with it.

Some fantastically boring dreams/fragments.

Some band is congratulating me on passing their audition, although I've never met the band nor performed an audition.

I'm trying to fix the furnace, and my granduncle appears (who is the last person in the world to know how to fix things.) He points to a part of the furnace that's incredibly cold. It seems the cold part is preventing the furnace from heating the water. He says I should pick up the part and put it outside. I take the part and my hands start to freeze. I run up the stairs and he holds the door for me. I throw the part on the lawn, which causes the ground to suddenly be covered in snow. He also lets two cats out, so I have to run and save the cats, as they've never been outside, and are likely to get scared and take off.

I'm having an extended philosophical discussion with my grandaunt (the above's sister.) I am surprised by how eloquent and wise she seems, even if she is somewhat arrogant and unreasonable. There is a group of people listening; she frequently indicates that she is talking about 'people like them.' We eventually come to some kind of agreement. She says that I am one of the few who understand. I have no idea what we were talking about.

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Funny furnace dream. I've recently been having dreams about plumbing problems in my bathroom, causing my bathroom to flood.

Quote from: Moonbeam on November 04, 2008, 06:58:38 AM Thanks Moonbeam.

Quote from: Caradon on November 04, 2008, 04:30:01 PMFunny furnace dream. I've recently been having dreams about plumbing problems in my bathroom, causing my bathroom to flood. The funniest part is that my granduncle was telling me how to fix it. He has always had absolutely the least common sense out of anyone I know, and now he's also quite senile. I would sooner ask my dog for advice.

A very peculiar night with semi-lucidity, some kind of split consciousness, and lousy recall (because I was lazy.)

First, I remember a fragment from the previous night. (I forgot I wrote it down.) I'm buying new strings for my guitar, which IRL has been sitting in the closet for years with 5 strings. (More on this later.)

I woke up after only 2 hours after going to bed. I believe I fell asleep without ever completely losing consciousness, although it became very subtle and 'detached.' I was doing a kind of meditation, where I was concentrating on the scene from my last lucid, where I look at my hand and realize I'm dreaming. At the same time, I was doing this thing that I always do that's rather hard to explain. I allow every part of my body to completely relax, until this pleasant feeling starts to arise. If you concentrate on the feeling in just the right way, neither ignoring it nor trying to increase it, it eventually evolves into an extremely blissful feeling that pervades your entire body. Your mind begins to detach, and if you allow it to (this is the tricky part), you, your mind, and your body start to 'separate'. This can get scary, because it feels like you're dying. But if you don't get nervous, and allow it to continue, the most amazing things happen... Anyway, I've never tried it in connection with LDs before. The result doesn't sound like much, and I need to do a lot of work with it, but I think this may be a way for me to go directly into lucidity. The state of consciousness in it was weird. After waking up the first time, I wrote the following down, but then I got lazy. I had a lot of dreams, but I only remember this.

It seems that I'm married, and my wife and I fell asleep watching TV on the couch. I can't see her (and I have no idea who she is); it's a fairly long couch and she's covered, and it's dark. Suddenly this music starts playing in my head. It's this really amazing, powerful music that I can feel inside. My mind begins to split. Part of my mind becomes like the whole room, it watches, but doesn't do anything. The other part is the one producing the music; the one in my head; the one that says it's me. I have the knowledge all along that I'm dreaming, but I see no reason to do anything special. It seems matter of fact. The 'head' consciousness is really into the song, and it wants to play along with it. The body starts to act like it's playing a guitar. The 'room' says, why shouldn't there be a guitar, and one forms. The body is playing it under the blanket. The head worries that it will wake the wife, but the room knows it's just a dream, so it plays on. After a while, the body begins to get hungry. It gets up and wraps itself with a blanket. It wraps the blanket vertically, and grabs a cookie from the refrigerator. It sits back down and eats it. All the while, similar interactions between the room, body, and mind occur: "It will wake her up." "No. It's a dream." "Why don't we do something interesting?" "But I'm hungry." "The most mundane things can be interesting, depending on how you look." "Next time, hold the blanket horizontally, or you'll trip over it." Before too long, the body gets up and takes a can of cat food from the pantry. Strangely, the cat food is cold, while the cookie was not. It puts the can under it's arm and walk back to the couch, wearing the blanket horizontally, as someone suggested. It then proceeds to eat the cat food, dabbing it's finger in it, eating little bits at a time, as if to purposely worry the head. As I'm waking up, I hear the following, repeating: "Mania song get cookie." "Mania song get text."

There's a long series of similar bizarre dreams. In one, it seems to be amusing to keep driving off of a cliff, as my car has a parachute attached to it. In another, I'm at some kind of meeting, and I think it's funny to keep making people instantaneously switch places, much to their confusion...

I think the moral is: If I can only get the different consciousnesses to cooperate, I'll have a way of going directly into interesting lucids, with some control. This guitar business keeps showing up. I was in a band like, 72 years ago, and I don't really have any reason to think about it now, so I don't know what that's all about. I may have a repressed desire to eat cat food.

I'm counting this all as one lucid, because I forgot so much, and because the weren't 'standard' lucids, but there were so many, they should count as something.

Quote from: mu on November 04, 2008, 11:23:31 PMI woke up after only 2 hours after going to bed. I believe I fell asleep without ever completely losing consciousness, although it became very subtle and 'detached.'  I was doing a kind of meditation, where I was concentrating on the scene from my last lucid, where I look at my hand and realize I'm dreaming. At the same time, I was doing this thing that I always do that's rather hard to explain. I allow every part of my body to completely relax, until this pleasant feeling starts to arise. If you concentrate on the feeling in just the right way, neither ignoring it nor trying to increase it, it eventually evolves into an extremely blissful feeling that pervades your entire body. Your mind begins to detach, and if you allow it to (this is the tricky part), you, your mind, and your body start to 'separate'. This can get scary, because it feels like you're dying. But if you don't get nervous, and allow it to continue, the most amazing things happen... Great technique mu!  That's how I've been entering into a relaxed state to get image streams started.  I count myself down into a relaxed state, and then start reviewing the dreams I've had during the week.  Reviewing previous dream helps put my mind in the state where image steams start flowing.

Quote from: mu on November 04, 2008, 11:23:31 PMThis guitar business keeps showing up. I was in a band like, 72 years ago, and I don't really have any reason to think about it now, so I don't know what that's all about. It's amazing how the subconscious holds onto memories like that and then replay so many years later.  It must never forget anything that we do.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 01, 2009, 02:03:53 PMYou're falling behind! :whipsmilie: I'm caught up! (I wish I could see what ':whipsmile:' looks like...)

(From the night before last.)

(There is something vaguely repetitive about this dream.) It seems that Great Adventure is now across the street from my house. But it is ghost Great Adventure and only exists at night. It is now night, and I can see strange shimmery roller coasters in the distance. I should like to ride these roller coasters. However, although the distance is quite short, I can only get there via a long convoluted path, which is rather like a roller coaster itself.

I get in my car to drive up treacherous roads on dangerous cliffs. My car alternates between a car that is always breaking down, and a red pickup that rattles and shakes, and is only capable of very low speeds. Also pieces of the body, especially the hood, are always threatening to fall off.

The cliff diverges into a dizzying array of highways. I swear I keep crossing the same paths. (These particular roads often occur, but they don't seem to correspond to any real roads that I know of.) It seems that I go very slow until I reach these paths, where I go extremely fast.

I frequently have to stop to fix the car. There are very peculiar shops with these shady characters with weird accents, that fix the car using this roll of wire mesh. These guys are up to no good, and I try to sneak around in their shop while they're not looking.

The same things happen over and over. I drive up scary cliffs, drive on these crazy repetitive highways, the car turns into a truck, the car breaks down. I go to the shop, they apply the mesh, and I snoop around. I leave and it begins again. Must have happened at least twenty times.

My dad is laying on the floor getting drunk after having plowed the car through the wall. The car is there, with the front sticking through the wall. He's like, f*ck it, who cares. (My dad was nothing like this at all.)

Just walking around in a woods or something, all night. Everything seems really weird. This was actually cool, but I forgot all of it.

(From last night.)

There's strange things going on under the ground. Some kind of magnetic field, or alien stuff, I think. It's right in my backyard. Lately I've been walking around over it, wondering what the hell it is that's so weird that I keep thinking about it, when I realize that it's because of the weird stuff down there.

Some guy, that thinks it's cool to just start walking around here too, tells me about these scientists that went to live under the ground there, to study the inexplicable weirdness. I'm like, wtf, I don't see any tunnels, holes, or any other apparent way that they could have gotten under there. They must be laying down there completely covered with dirt, like they're dead, or something. I think it's about time I checked this out myself.

I seem to be able to pass right through the ground, and move around through the dirt as if it were very thick air. So I go down a few hundred feet, when I come upon this huge copper sphere, that has weird metal and glass stuff sticking out of it like an ancient submarine or something. There is a glass porthole that I enter through.

The inside is indeed like an ancient submarine, like 20,000 Leagues under the Sea, or something. It's really cool. At first, it seems deserted. Then I notice everything has a strange alien forcefield around it. There is awesome power here. There are obscure mechanical apparatus for harnessing energy from hidden dimensions. There are cool windows with happy undersea scenes.

Then I discover some secret documents which indicate that the scientists are still on board, albeit trapped in a slightly different dimension. The mad captain has captured them and is still lurking about. His wicked plans aren't clear, but surely he wants to exploit this whole energy thing.

The mad captain is this black guy, who at various times appears to be either Redd Foxx, Richard Pryor, or Barack Obama. Whenever he looks like one of them, he acts like them. There is some unseen cult of followers that seem to follow him about. I just seem to know this, and they are very dangerous.

I spend a great deal of time looking around while avoiding the captain, and trying to figure out a way to capture him and thus free the scientists. Especially since one of the scientists is this really cute scientist chick. At around this time a vague fleeting notion of lucidity passes by. However, I notice a series of valves with control the air in here.

For some reason I remember this part the most clearly, but it has mainly to do with the way the air flowed and whipped around. I waited until the captain wandered in, and I open four valves, that created a gentle circular flow about the room. Then I opened a fifth valve that was attached to a hose, and caused it to interfere with the flow in such a way as to create a vortex. With another valve, I was able to direct this vortex and suck the captain into oblivion. The scientists immediately appeared, cheering and thanking me profusely.

I then went into a strange dream sex thing with the aforementioned scientist chick.

(More repetitiveness here. The room seems familiar.) I'm in this huge prison, that consists of gigantic caverns and tunnels through the ceilings. There's all kinds of machines floating on the ceiling. My dad and some other people are watching from a balcony. Me and a bunch of other prisoners are trying to escape.

There's probably a way to escape through the ceiling, but it's hard to get up there unless you can fly. One of the prisoners has a magic bowl that keeps filling with weed, and if you take a few hits you can kind of float up a little, but not enough. We keep getting very weak because there's not enough food, especially since this big fat ogre guy, that walks around with a bone with a large piece of meat on it, keeps stealing everybodies food. I find a sandwich, that me and some other prisoners eat. We try to think of a plan.

We manage to convince the guy with the magic bowl to join us, and we find a guy that can get some special cookies or something. Another guy has some powder that fell off the ceiling, he thinks we could put some of it on the weed. The logic is that the powder is of the ceiling, and should therefore take us to it. Yet another guy managed to get parts from some of th machines on the ceiling. We build a kind of catapult with it.

I eat some of cookies, and pretty soon I feel like I might be starting to trip a little. I also feel a lot lighter. Then I smoke the weed with the powder on it, and I get good and buzzed. I set down in the catapult, and off I go. It works! I'm stuck in the ceiling, but I manage to pull through and I am now crawling around the ceiling. I forget what happens after this.

Quote from: mu on January 01, 2009, 10:30:44 PMQuote from: Moonbeam on January 01, 2009, 02:03:53 PMYou're falling behind! :whipsmilie: I'm caught up! (I wish I could see what ':whipsmile:' looks like...) I'll get it from Clairity.  It's kind of cute.

No time to read the massive catch up!  I'll save it for tonight before bed.

Quote from: mu on January 01, 2009, 10:31:37 PMI seem to be able to pass right through the ground, and move around through the dirt as if it were very thick air. So I go down a few hundred feet, when I come upon this huge copper sphere, that has weird metal and glass stuff sticking out of it like an ancient submarine or something. There is a glass porthole that I enter through.

The inside is indeed like an ancient submarine, like 20,000 Leagues under the Sea, or something. It's really cool. At first, it seems deserted. Then I notice everything has a strange alien forcefield around it. There is awesome power here. There are obscure mechanical apparatus for harnessing energy from hidden dimensions. There are cool windows with happy undersea scenes.

I'm in this huge prison, that consists of gigantic caverns and tunnels through the ceilings. There's all kinds of machines floating on the ceiling. My dad and some other people are watching from a balcony. Me and a bunch of other prisoners are trying to escape.

I eat some of cookies, and pretty soon I feel like I might be starting to trip a little. I also feel a lot lighter. Then I smoke the weed with the powder on it, and I get good and buzzed. I set down in the catapult, and off I go. It works! I'm stuck in the ceiling, but I manage to pull through and I am now crawling around the ceiling. I forget what happens after this. What a vivid night of exploring mu.    Sounds like you may have been out of your body in that last part.

Quote from: mu on January 01, 2009, 10:31:37 PMThe mad captain is this black guy, who at various times appears to be either Redd Foxx, Richard Pryor, or Barack Obama. Whenever he looks like one of them, he acts like them. There is some unseen cult of followers that seem to follow him about. I just seem to know this, and they are very dangerous. I'm having a party over here, I got a big pot of onion stew, and some ripple.  Why don't you come on over?  Dummy.  (Expletive deleted.)  I think when you spread the wealth around it's good for everybody.

Quote from: iadr on January 02, 2009, 07:45:02 PMWhat a vivid night of exploring mu.    Sounds like you may have been out of your body in that last part. Thanks! I want to try spinning or something like you. I remember a few dreams where I was kind of struggling, spinning, banging, etc. , to try to get "back out to the lucid" or something. Weird thing, but in some lucids I feel like I get stuck in my body. I can't seem to separate the idea of lucidity from out of body when I'm in a dream.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 02, 2009, 09:56:05 PMI'm having a party over here, I got a big pot of onion stew, and some ripple.  Why don't you come on over?  Dummy.  (Expletive deleted.)  I think when you spread the wealth around it's good for everybody. I can't imagine how I confused these three. At least, I wish the third one would stay out of my dreams. All politics, for that matter.  Hear that, Elizabeth?

Don't Tell Me What I Can't Don.o. 01.01.08 In all the dreams that follow, one John Locke (of the Lost TV series) was following me around and telling me what to do. He was there all freakin' night.

I am exploring a decrepit old basement when I find some small metal machines. They are box shaped, about one foot long and half a foot thick. The casing is a smooth polished metal, but it is cracked at the edges and some kind of acid is leaking out. I can see some gears and wires protruding from the inside. There are perhaps 8 of these boxes.

Mr. Locke appears and tells me to go ahead and try to fix the machines. I think that would be interesting, but when I ask him how to proceed, he disappears. I sit there for a few minutes turning them over and thinking.

I connect some of the wires together on one of them, and the thing seems to turn on and make some buzzing sounds, but it fizzles out and some black stuff leaks out of it. It seems really broken now.

I stick some screwdrivers and things in another one but it pops open and gears and metal bands like from clocks fly all over the place. I proceed to break 2 or 3 more machines.

I am much more cautious on the next one, and I delicately rewire and clean it off. I re-align some gears, and gently push a few switches. A flash of light fills the room; strangely the light doesn't seem to come from the box, but rather go into it. The box turns into a very old and sick looking small dog. The dog looks a little like one of my real dogs, but he's not in such bad shape. I feel deep pity for this dog, and I vow to do everything that I can to nurse it back to health.

I realize that the boxes that I've broken would probably have turned into other dogs, and I feel terrible that I've destroyed their last hope at returning to life. Damn you Locke, for making me rush into fixing the machines. Damn you...

(Later on in the night I remember a fragment with the old dog and the dog that looks like it doing well together. The old dog still has a strange mechanical look in its eyes.)

I have just enrolled into a very fine college and have begun attending classes. So far my teachers are very impressed with me, but of late one Mr. Locke has been showing up after class and encouraging me to "go back to the dream place." At first I ignore him, but I can't deny that his descriptions sound wonderfully interesting.

I begin to find myself cutting classes to go talk to Mr. Locke. We go on walks through the woods where he describes techniques and philosophy of the dream place. He starts training me like some spiritual master, making me do visualizations, run, walk around blindfolded, etc. .

(The dream is very long, it seems like a whole semester of (cut) classes goes by. At some point I wake up, have another dream about fighting with my parents for cutting classes. At times when I couldn't find Locke, I would get stinking drunk, and in general act like a real bum. My parents were incensed, for good reason, as I remember going the last day to each class and getting a paper with a big fat red 'F' on it. They finally force me to reveal that it was Locke who led me astray.)

Pancaka posts in my dj. I'm surprised.

My mom throws out all her father's stuff. I'm pissed because he had interesting stuff. (Old WW2 era electronics, tools, and stuff.)

It seems I'm a real mess after flunking college. I've been to some psychiatrists who put me on some pills. I'm sitting there tripping my balls off because I've combined the pills with alcohol and god knows what.

My dad comes in to make sure I take more pills. I'm so messed up that I can barely get the lid off the container, but I manage to finally fumble a pill out. Just as I am about to put the pill in my mouth, Mr. Locke bursts in screaming "Noooo!" in slow motion. He gets into a huge argument with my dad. Locke is adamant that I should take no pills. My dad is saying that I should get my shit together and go back to school, but Locke goes into a long speech about the benefits of tending to graves in the cemetery. As he describes it, I can see myself living there like some cemetery monk or something, clearing fallen leaves off of graves by the moonlight. I toss away the pills in disgust.

I find myself near the woods at night. The atmosphere is indescribably beautiful and magical. The moonlight seems to bounce and fill everything with wisdom and radiance. I can fell something calling me from within the woods. I am in a deeply calm and blissful state.

As I walk into the woods, realization slowly comes. I am in a dream. This is all a dream. Everything around me, is no other than me, for it is my dream. (This seems amazingly profound.) I feel that all is being revealed, as I glide up and through the sky. The stars, the moon, their reflections from the lake beneath me, the beauty is all too much to comprehend. I fly calmly and triumphantly through this beautiful natural scene.

I realize I'm flying through my own mind, and things get hard to describe. The world's geometry begins to change, and everything becomes just 'place', like a feeling of place. I realize I'm on my way to the 'dream place.'

Somehow this all ended, but I have no idea what happened.

Quote from: mu on January 02, 2009, 10:52:12 PM Hear that, Elizabeth? I'm coming!

Quote As I walk into the woods, realization slowly comes. I am in a dream. This is all a dream. Everything around me, is no other than me, for it is my dream. (This seems amazingly profound.) I feel that all is being revealed, as I glide up and through the sky. The stars, the moon, their reflections from the lake beneath me, the beauty is all too much to comprehend. I fly calmly and triumphantly through this beautiful natural scene.

I realize I'm flying through my own mind, and things get hard to describe. The world's geometry begins to change, and everything becomes just 'place', like a feeling of place. I realize I'm on my way to the 'dream place.' Isn't that weird, that the greatest triumph we can have is to totally live within our own heads?  (bzzzz....that's me right now...but wait...there is something there...)

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 02, 2009, 11:26:41 PMIsn't that weird, that the greatest triumph we can have is to totally live within our own heads?  (bzzzz....that's me right now...but wait...there is something there...) Makes sense though, huh?

Sniff...

n.o. 01.02.08 I am feeding some animals for this woman one night. I'm about to return from the yard just as it's getting dark out, when I notice a couple horses that look just like the horses this woman used to have, that died. They're kind of glowing and radiant looking, and I'm calling the woman "Wow! Your horses came back to life!", etc. . As I'm yelling I notice that there's a whole lot of animals in the yard, all kinds, like giraffes, zebras, etc. .

When the woman finally gets outside, there are a few gypsies approaching from the other side of the yard. They hail us and say "The barns are steadily improving." This seems to be some kind of traditional promise that they will fix the barns real nice if the woman lets them stay there. Indeed, they have already covered the barns in huge sheets of plastic. They also indicate that the strange animals are theirs, that the rains are coming, and that the animals need somewhere to stay before some kind of festival.

The woman will have none of it. She is outraged and pulls a shotgun, ordering them off the property. I feel bad for them, and try to convince her to be nice. I say I won't help her anymore. The gypsies walk sadly into the distance, never to be seen again.

The US government has been keeping a terrible secret that's finally become too much for them to handle. It seems that, right under the main office of some super powerful CIA-like agency no less, there dwells the most powerful and horrific vampire of all time. In order to placate this vampire, they have been offering him regular human sacrifices. For whatever reason, after over 100 years of this, they've decided that enough is enough. Someone has to kill the vampire.

I am part of a select few who even knows about it. Not even the agents that work in the building know. Many teams have been sent deep underground never to return. (Well a few guys returned, and we have their reports.) This time it's me and a couple of slightly overweight women. I am strangely transfixed by one of these women. She seems really confident we will catch the vampire, but she thinks I'm too green for the mission, or something. But otherwise she's nice.

After sneaking around pointlessly upstairs for awhile, pretending nothing is going on, attending a few "theoretical" vampire killing seminars, etc., we finally descend down a hole in the basement. The underground caverns seem strangely well lit. After a few days, we go down maybe 6 or 7 stairways, cliffs, etc. . We see a few big tough German guys, ascending the steps, (the steps look like perfectly normal, average steps, which I think is weird) barely having escaped with their lives. They're all bloody and wounded and stuff, carrying on in German, as if they've just escaped from hell. They give us some intelligence and wish us luck.

We sleep that night in a bedroom that just happens to be off to the side. I have a stick with which I keep poking the confident woman's ass while she's trying to sleep. Maybe I've been down here too long, but she's beginning to look really attractive. The next morning she actually seems to have warmed up to me a little too.

The next day she trips me as we're going down some more stairs. We laugh, and it's just really funny. I toss a rock at her feet and she falls over and goes rolling down the stairs. Lying half crippled on the bottom of the stairs, we share a meaningful gaze into each others eyes.

This underground looks very modern and ancient at the same time. It seems to go on forever. It's very tough going but also offers surprisingly many conveniences too, like when we stop at this restaurant for lunch. The proprietors seem to look a little bit like vampires, so the other (smart) woman deduces that we must be getting close to the lair.

The next night while they're sleeping I find a secret passageway into my grandmother's house. I find some cakes and bread and stuff. I find a little cabinet with some old cassettes in it. Inside a few of the cassette cases I find some joints, but mainly a bunch of roaches. I'm delighted. I consolidate all of these into one case, which happens to be a Cream tape. I put it in my pocket for a special occasion.

I don't know how, but we eventually find the vampire. Somehow we've managed to get fairly drunk on the way. The vampire's sitting in this really cool big room, that looks very old but has all kinds of luxuries and stuff in it. He sitting at this large, heavy wooden table with topless women surrounding him. He actually seems like a really swell guy. He invites us in, offers us some food and drink. I complement his shirt; it looks like one of my grandfather's traditional shirts. I break out he roaches and he just happens to have this big water bowl. We end up having a great time and the confident women and I are all over each other. (The topless girls are a little too vampirish.)

Later on he tells some ancient vampire stories by firelight. These are fascinating. He also explains that he has no idea why the government was offering him dried up, already dead people. I notice that the women I came with look kind of like vampires now, and I get a little nervous. I begin to suspect that I'm dreaming, but I wake up.

Why, why wouldn't she let the gypsies stay?

Nice vampire dream!  I was just commenting today how I never get vampires (or anything like that) in my dreams!  Maybe this will help.

Quote from: mu on January 03, 2009, 10:52:32 PMI have a stick with which I keep poking the confident woman's ass while she's trying to sleep.

I toss a rock at her feet and she falls over and goes rolling down the stairs. Lying half crippled on the bottom of the stairs, we share a meaningful gaze into each others eyes. You sure know the way to a girl's heart.

Quote from: mu on January 02, 2009, 10:52:12 PM I have just enrolled into a very fine college and have begun attending classes. So far my teachers are very impressed with me, but of late one Mr. Locke has been showing up after class and encouraging me to "go back to the dream place." At first I ignore him, but I can't deny that his descriptions sound wonderfully interesting.

I begin to find myself cutting classes to go talk to Mr. Locke. We go on walks through the woods where he describes techniques and philosophy of the dream place. He starts training me like some spiritual master, making me do visualizations, run, walk around blindfolded, etc. . That Mr. Locke sounds like an interesting fellow, encouraging you to go back to the dream place, and training you in spiritual matters.  Sounds like he may have been some sort of teacher that was helping you, who got incorporated into your dreams.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 04, 2009, 12:02:31 AMWhy, why wouldn't she let the gypsies stay? Please... I can't bear to think about it.

QuoteNice vampire dream!  I was just commenting today how I never get vampires (or anything like that) in my dreams!  Maybe this will help. If I see vampires again, I'll send them your way. They're really quite fun!

Quote from: mu on January 03, 2009, 10:52:32 PM   You sure know the way to a girl's heart. ... sorry.  Thanks.

Quote from: iadr on January 04, 2009, 01:20:29 AMThat Mr. Locke sounds like an interesting fellow, encouraging you to go back to the dream place, and training you in spiritual matters.  Sounds like he may have been some sort of teacher that was helping you, who got incorporated into your dreams. He was like in the show, really. Talking about the dream place like he talks about the island in the show. I seem to be wanting some kind of guide like that. There often seems to be some, but they're not very consistent.

Well, what do you do when you get fragments? You do what you can with 'em, I guess. Sometimes you just have to make do with what you got. Just the way things are sometimes. Not much you can do. Just the way it is. And so it goes...

(This reminds me of one of iadr's dreams.) I'm digging a big ass hole in the yard, when some nice fellow comes along and shows me a better way to do it. Shows me how I can use my mind to dig the hole. It works even from a distance. I'm visualizing the hole digging itself. I'm surprised at how well I can visualize it. I feel like I'm in two places at once. It works! What a nice helpful fellow.

I'm walking my dog, when someone else comes down the street with an exact duplicate of my dog. As my dog is fairly uncommon looking, I'm like "Their dog is like my dog!!!" (I'm really very shocked about this.) We talk about something, and our dogs also seem to be talking about something. The way they're talking makes me a little nervous. I wish they would talk in English and stop whispering.

Quote from: mu on January 04, 2009, 11:04:18 PM(This reminds me of one of iadr's dreams.) I'm digging a big ass hole in the yard, when some nice fellow comes along and shows me a better way to do it. Shows me how I can use my mind to dig the hole. It works even from a distance. I'm visualizing the hole digging itself. I'm surprised at how well I can visualize it. I feel like I'm in two places at once. It works! What a nice helpful fellow. That does sound like one of his.

This is getting weird, everybody is having everybody else's dreams.

QuoteI'm walking my dog, when someone else comes down the street with an exact duplicate of my dog. As my dog is fairly uncommon looking, I'm like "Their dog is like my dog!!!" (I'm really very shocked about this.) We talk about something, and our dogs also seem to be talking about something. The way they're talking makes me a little nervous. I wish they would talk in English and stop whispering.

I had duplicate dogs last night too.

Quote from: mu on January 04, 2009, 11:04:18 PMI'm walking my dog, when someone else comes down the street with an exact duplicate of my dog. As my dog is fairly uncommon looking, I'm like "Their dog is like my dog!!!" (I'm really very shocked about this.) We talk about something, and our dogs also seem to be talking about something. The way they're talking makes me a little nervous. I wish they would talk in English and stop whispering.

Ouch.  Yes, paranoia seems to crop up so often in dreams.  Probably a very natural anxiety we all have?

Quote from: mu on January 04, 2009, 11:04:18 PMI'm walking my dog, when someone else comes down the street with an exact duplicate of my dog. As my dog is fairly uncommon looking, I'm like "Their dog is like my dog!!!" (I'm really very shocked about this.) We talk about something, and our dogs also seem to be talking about something. The way they're talking makes me a little nervous. I wish they would talk in English and stop whispering.

Don't worry - they're likely just discussing the growing squirrel threat.

Quote from: pj on January 05, 2009, 06:20:25 PMQuote from: mu on January 04, 2009, 11:04:18 PMI'm walking my dog, when someone else comes down the street with an exact duplicate of my dog. As my dog is fairly uncommon looking, I'm like "Their dog is like my dog!!!" (I'm really very shocked about this.) We talk about something, and our dogs also seem to be talking about something. The way they're talking makes me a little nervous. I wish they would talk in English and stop whispering.

Don't worry - they're likely just discussing the growing squirrel threat.

I mu hasn't heard that, I bet he would like to.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 05, 2009, 07:37:11 AMThis is getting weird, everybody is having everybody else's dreams. I know! What's going on here? Pretty strange.

QuoteI had duplicate dogs last night too. I need to go see...

Quote from: Burned up on January 05, 2009, 05:12:22 PMOuch.  Yes, paranoia seems to crop up so often in dreams.  Probably a very natural anxiety we all have? I think seeing two or more separate people (or dogs, apparently) behaving the exact same way makes me nervous too.

Quote from: pj on January 05, 2009, 06:20:25 PMDon't worry - they're likely just discussing the growing squirrel threat.

I seriously think those squirrels tease dogs on purpose. We used to have a dog, if you said "Where's the squirrel?", he'd go looking at every tree, standing on it barking. And when the dog stops, the squirrel comes down and sort of dances around, until the very last second that it has enough time to get up the tree again.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 05, 2009, 06:48:20 PMI mu hasn't heard that, I bet he would like to. Heard what? There is a growing squirrel threat?!

The following dreams are kind of not nice.

I'm driving around at night looking to buy some stuff. I have to drive into a shady part of town. I get to a strange looking little development called "Bright Boulevard", I think. I see some white supremacists approaching. Although I myself still seem to be white, they make me nervous. They're approaching in a "we're gonna kick your ass" manner. I try to drive away, but one of them grabs the open window and jumps in the car.

They make me drive them back to their house, and take my wallet and car. They tell me to leave. I'm like, f***, I need a beer. So of course they invite me in for a beer. A white supremacist woman there wants my clothes too. So I have no wallet, car, or clothes, but they have a lot of beer. I sense they're not going to let me leave now.

I'm stuck in this room with no clothes and some beer. The woman guards the doorway and watches me intently. I proceed to get good and drunk. I get an erection. It won't go away. This seems to be quite amusing, as everyone is laughing about my erection, and they think I like the woman (who is actually kinda scary.)

As I get drunker, I'm running around yelling and acting like a maniac, still with an erection. Also my head seems much bigger. They decide they need to drive somewhere to pick up something, and they think I'm in an ideal condition to drive. So I have to drive them up the street. When we get back I feel more normal. I even have some pants on.

They have some animals walking around (cats, dogs). I notice they are calling the animals by names that were some of my own animals names, but they don't look like them at all, and the cats have the dogs' names, etc. .

Eventually I get to leave because some big fat woman there likes me. I get my car, clothes, and wallet back. I leave quickly, before I find out how much that woman likes me.

A very long, bizarre dream about being stuck to lots of people, like Siamese twins, but lots of people.  There's people all over the floor, and I'm not really sure who I am. Some alien-like being are going around separating us, sometimes having to kill some to use their parts on others, to make a whole. Eventually I get my own body.

I am then able to witness their most difficult operation yet. The aliens seem quite unsure if they shall be able to manage it. It's two completely normal people, joined at one single toe!!! These two are writhing in agony, and something is so disturbing about it that I wake up.

Quote from: mu on January 04, 2009, 11:04:18 PM(This reminds me of one of iadr's dreams.) I'm digging a big ass hole in the yard, when some nice fellow comes along and shows me a better way to do it. Shows me how I can use my mind to dig the hole. It works even from a distance. I'm visualizing the hole digging itself. I'm surprised at how well I can visualize it. I feel like I'm in two places at once. It works! What a nice helpful fellow. How did I miss that!  Yes, that does sound like one of my dreams.  Wait a minute.  Maybe I was the guy showing you how to dig that hole by using your mind.

Quote from: mu on January 05, 2009, 09:59:49 PMAs I get drunker, I'm running around yelling and acting like a maniac, still with an erection. Also my head seems much bigger. They decide they need to drive somewhere to pick up something, and they think I'm in an ideal condition to drive. So I have to drive them up the street. When we get back I feel more normal. I even have some pants on.

Eventually I get to leave because some big fat woman there likes me. I get my car, clothes, and wallet back. I leave quickly, before I find out how much that woman likes me. Saved by the fat lady.   She sounds like a nice lady, certainly a lot nicer than those other people.

Quote from: mu on January 05, 2009, 09:59:49 PMHeard what? There is a growing squirrel threat?! Pj has a song about it.  I've got it, but I don't know the best way to let you listen to it.

Oh yea I still need to get whip-smilie for you too.  Maybe Clairity can add that to our smilies, I think it would come in handy sometimes. Quote The following dreams are kind of not nice. Those white supremacists seemed kind of obsessed with you, and helpless without you.

QuoteA very long, bizarre dream about being stuck to lots of people, like Siamese twins, but lots of people.  There's people all over the floor, and I'm not really sure who I am. Some alien-like being are going around separating us, sometimes having to kill some to use their parts on others, to make a whole. Eventually I get my own body. Yukky.

QuoteI am then able to witness their most difficult operation yet. The aliens seem quite unsure if they shall be able to manage it. It's two completely normal people, joined at one single toe!!! These two are writhing in agony, and something is so disturbing about it that I wake up. I would think "joined at the toe" would be one of the better places to be joined.  For separation, I mean.

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