Hope you feel better soon.

And figure out a way to remember those early lucids.

Quote from: mu on January 18, 2009, 09:28:56 PMI need to somehow tap into these early lucids; it's very hard for me to remember dreams from early in the night. I'm convinced that I'm probably having at least 3 or 4 lucids per week at that time. The only way I know to remember is to wake up 30 minutes or so into the dream.  I tend to be too lazy myself . . . I so like to sleep . . . so many forgotten lucids.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 18, 2009, 09:31:09 PM   Hope you feel better soon.

And figure out a way to remember those early lucids. Thanks Moonbeam, much better now.

Quote from: Alex Lou on January 19, 2009, 12:49:50 AMThe only way I know to remember is to wake up 30 minutes or so into the dream.  I tend to be too lazy myself . . . I so like to sleep . . . so many forgotten lucids. Yeah, I know what you mean. As much as I would like to remember them, at the time there seems to be nothing more wonderful than just sleeping.

I've got to make this a priority though. I'm doing meditation, visualizations, whatever to have lucid dreams before going to sleep. Apparently it's working; the problem is it works too soon in the night, when I never remember anything. If I do manage to wake up, I'm still half asleep and can't think straight. Therefore, I conclude that it would be just fine to go on back to wonderful, beautiful sleep. After all, I will surely remember it later. It gets me every time.

Another think I've noticed is that having one lucid makes it much more likely that more will follow. (Of course, by definition, if I have two or more, then they followed, but I mean, it's almost automatic.) But this only works if I get up to record said lucid. Basically my problem is that I'm a lazy sack of sh*t.

Fragments:

Long, vivid, chaotic night of being sick dreams. (Much better now.  )

The DCs (whom I recognize as such, although I'm too stupid to realize the implications of this) are taking sides in some conflict. An epic, bitter war ensues. I have a son who was killed in this war. But as I know it's a DC son, I find it merely offensive. The whole world is in upheaval; the sky is falling, the ground is fragmenting, etc. . It's like the end of the world. The dream ends in a flash of light, like a nuclear weapon was detonated.

Something about a 4.08 gHz processor. The 4.08 seemed significant.

Repeating Universe I'm in a strange house that I've been in before. There's a constant celebration of some kind. Everyone drinks until they pass out, then they wake up and drink some more. There are several DCs that I 'know', and my dad is here, although he's usually at some other part of the house, or yard.

If the drinks are plentiful, places to sleep (or pass out) are not. There is a constant coming and going, loud music, and talking. There are no beds. One night, feeling particularly 'tired', I manage to navigate through the infinitely complex halls of the house and find a small corner room with mattress on the floor. Finally, I can get some rest. I fall into a very deep, restful sleep.

I awaken suddenly in the middle of the night to find myself surrounded by ominous looking guitars. Something is inexplicably disturbing about them. Two of them are identical; they have very wide, intricately carved necks. Another ones neck appears to have been chewed by a dog; there are large bite-shaped chunks missing from it. These three seem to be very angry with me for some reason. My head hurts, so I take a few gulps from a bottle by my bed. I then suddenly see a beautiful guitar. The strings vibrate and hum slightly on their own. I pick this one up and play for awhile, then I go back to sleep.

I awaken again sometime later, but I no longer seem to be in control of my own actions. I remove most of my clothes and wander down the hall. I sort of walk, go up a little, float in midair while still moving my feet, and softly touch the ground again. I realize I am headed out into the yard.

Out in the yard there are some 15-20 DCs sitting under a pleasantly lit structure, drinking, talking, and gazing at the stars. There's relatively quiet music coming from the structure. Lanterns and fireflies give the scene a magical quality. I arrive on the deck of the house. I am suddenly in control of myself again, but at this realization, I stumble down the steps, not anticipating that I had to walk myself. Two men sitting near the bottom of the stairs help me up, but they are also laughing hysterically, thinking I'm acting this way for substance related reasons. I begin to understand what's going on...

All of this seems very familiar, in fact, I know it's familiar. For I have traveled back in time! That's the only explanation that makes sense, because I know what awesome event happens next. I'm trying to explain this to the DCs; I get the attention of several of them. In particular, a very gorgeous, very exotic woman with long flowing hair is lying coldly indifferent to my rantings on a lawn chair. I feel like an idiot, the way she's looking at me, but I can't help myself. For I have been sent back in time, I am a messenger, if you will, to introduce the miracle that is about to occur.

Now everyone is laughing. Why don't they believe me? I know; I've been here before. But that was years ago, I was a kid then. So I must now be a kid. I say "You just don't believe me because I'm a kid!" That's too much. Everyone is now almost falling out of their seats. I examine myself. I am not a kid. I say "Hah! Got you! I was just kidding! Heh heh..." But then I tell them that the sky is about to explode, another universe will come in through the night.

Otherworldly pulsating lights begin to appear in the sky amongst the stars. First two, three, ... , fifty, until they are in all directions. They grow larger, closer. They seem to be dragging a sort of mesh, or membrane behind them, large enough to surround the world. At first it is invisible, but it radiates an energy that can be felt from millions of miles away. Many other strange but beautiful objects appear in the sky, glowing with primordial essence, moving in to move the world into a place beyond time. The mesh becomes finer, until it appears as if an infinitely thin, yet infinite in area purple sheet was draped over the sky, swaying and rippling in some primordial rhythm.

Of course everyone is astounded, gasping in utter amazement. The two DCs who helped me up look at me incredulously, begging for an explanation. I admit that I do not know what's happening in the sky, but I knew it would happen because this is all my dream. I explain that I've had dreams like this before, that this is like a repeat dream. They seem very satisfied with my answer, and turn again to the sky in wonder.

Under the roof of the structure I notice that some lights, maybe fireflies, or something like Christmas lights, have arranged themselves to look like E.T. . They are primarily green and tan. I find this odd. Why is that there?!

But there's something more pressing than that. The woman on the lawn chair is now completely focused on the sky. I walk unassumingly towards her, and then suddenly sweep her into my arms, kissing her, moving my hands down her back in such a way that she nearly faints. She is intensely turned on, and she pins me down and starts going wild before she can even get all her clothes off. Suffice it to say that it was a happy ending.

Quote from: Alex Lou on February 20, 2009, 06:01:32 PMWow!  So you're on a mission.  I wish I were that ambitious.  You're trying to get to the triangle thing? Well, I'm probably not trying hard enough to call it ambitious. There's so many things to do in dreams, it's hard to concentrate on just that. You remembered the triangle thing!  Yeah, that's part of it.

QuoteWow, you forgot about a lotta cool dreams yesterday.  Better to have dreamed and lost? I know. They were very original (for me) too.  I remembered better last night, but it was similar to a lot of my other dreams.

Yeah, that's true. It was a lot of fun, I can't complain.

I went into some kind of meditative state while I was falling asleep, and I was laying there for at least an hour and a half feeling like I was floating above my body, but I couldn't move. It was extremely pleasant, like LSD or something. It was similar to SP, but I'm sure I was awake. It resulted in some very long, bizarre dreams, which I don't remember too well; but the delay of sleep allowed me to catch some lucids.

Along the Watchtower * I'm a teenager at this party in a strange house. As a result of everyone taking certain substances, the house has become even stranger and there are separate 'places' opening up all over. Every time someone thinks or hallucinates something, it becomes possible to accidentally walk into that place or time. It is impossible to navigate the rooms in any logical manner, and I find myself constantly warping to the most varied and unrelated events. It's kind of like having a thousand fragments one after another. I can only remember one (but there were much better ones):

There are two guitars, one perfectly tuned, and the other out of tune. Someone is trying to tune the one to the other. As I'm listening, I suddenly discover that I have perfect pitch, and I pick up the out of tune guitar and quickly tune it. I test it against the other and it matches perfectly. (The sound was very interesting here. It seemed perfectly realistic; I could hear the beats increase in frequency as notes approached each other, for example.)

Back at the party, I run into a 'friend' who is looking for 'Christmas.' He wants to use the current state of affairs to find 'Christmas.' He enlists my help, and I soon discover that whatever is meant by 'Christmas,' it has little to do with the conventional meaning. The best I can figure is that he's trying to go into a Peanuts cartoon, but it also has elements of Dr. Seuss in it. I 'remember' that this is a sacred place of deep profound meaning; a dream-like world of great wonder with wise inter-dimensional beings.

Now in order to find it, we must become without ego, without identity. We therefore ask the other people to pretend they don't know who we are, whereupon the whole place transforms into a carnival-like atmosphere, and no one indeed seems to know us. (Did I mention my 'friend' looks like me?) Unfortunately, we soon discover that the other people have in their possession many things that we need: tickets, books, watches and so forth. As no one wants to lend their things to strangers, we must resort to stealing them. Every time we steal an item the various lights in the carnival flash at an increasing rate, and something critical seems imminent. We finally steal a ticket from a woman at a booth on the way out, giving it right back to her in order to be allowed to leave. Upon leaving, I wake up.

I have awoken in a completely unfamiliar place. I sense I'm near the top floor of a very tall strange house, in a room that is only about five feet tall. The bed is on the floor, and I'm not quite touching it. Silver moonlight shines through a small window. I'm lucid after a couple seconds.

For whatever reason I feel like I really need to get to the roof of this building, and I decide the shortest way would be to go through the ceiling. The ceiling is this blue, very solid wood, seemingly several inches thick. As I float up, either I begin to shrink, or the ceiling moves further away. In fact I think it's the latter, because I notice paintings appear on the walls, from bottom to top. I figure good, it'll give me room to build up speed. What follows is several embarrassing attempts to launch from the bed through the ceiling. My dream head seems to be pretty hard... I stop myself, calm down, and float up gently next to the ceiling. Then I just deliberately move right through it, with similar effect as when I went through cement. My joy is short lived, however, for another ceiling appears within a couple feet of the first. (This one was white.) The same thing happens again, it moves away, and I eventually get to the roof.

I am at the top of a castle, overlooking a vast landscape of hills, trees, rivers, and various medieval looking structures. It is night, but there is a full moon and many fires on the ground. Off in the distance, between some rivers and separated from me by a forest of incredibly tall trees, is an immense lighthouse. There is the most peculiar light at the top, a blissful, glowing entity seems to inhabit it. That's where I want to go.

The atmosphere deserves mention. It seems like the better my lucids are, the more powerful, profound the atmosphere seems. There's usually a cold wetness about it, as if I'm in a great cloud or mist. The more lucid I am, the more this comes alive, as if charged with electricity or something. It just has this really cool magical quality about it, and I'm always amazed by it.

I take off from the roof, heading towards the lighthouse, but I fall quickly and lightly to the ground. I try to jump several times, and I manage to go higher and higher, but not nearly high enough, and I just can't seem to get flying to happen. Then I remember that I only need to say what I want to do. I jump again, and as I'm approaching the top of the jump, I say "Higher, I want to go higher." (or something like that.) It works! I find myself very high, floating motionless.

Something catches my attention at the top of a building about halfway between me and the lighthouse, and I glide down to it. I could have sworn someone was there, and when they saw me, they ran away. They seemed to be watching me very closely. As I land I for some reason begin to wonder if I'm really dreaming. I decide I need to confirm it. I walk to the ledge of the roof. Below is an alley with a few dogs walking around. They're looking at me in the strangest way. Some of them are kind of cat-like, almost like the strange/beautiful cats.

I look at my hands. My left hand is normal, and my right hand is almost normal, except for my third finger, which branches off at the knuckle, forming a 'y.' A little concerned about the magnitude of this evidence, I lean forward and fall off the ledge. I fall quickly, but stop an inch above the ground, and touch it lightly. OK, that matter's settled.

I jump real high again, using "Higher." I aim directly for the lighthouse, but about halfway there, I am suddenly knocked off course by an unseen force. This happens again and again. In my best attempt I fly through a very difficult maze of trees, emerging through the two tallest 'twin' trees at the end. But this time I get thrown straight upwards, and then blown backwards and to the left. I am beginning to get confused.

Careful considerations about the use of "Higher" lead me to try the following. As I am now confused, I decide to say "Clearer," meaning clearer consciousness. I do this at the point where I am about to be knocked off course. The second I ask for clearer consciousness, I wake up.

Something about the mall.

A fancy backwards metal fronted toilet.

A sign that says "This is a hint for ULT."

• Too much typing to think of something original now.

Quote from: mu on February 20, 2009, 11:19:55 PMI have awoken in a completely unfamiliar place. I sense I'm near the top floor of a very tall strange house, in a room that is only about five feet tall. The bed is on the floor, and I'm not quite touching it. Silver moonlight shines through a small window. I'm lucid after a couple seconds. Awesome lucid mu!

Quote from: mu on February 20, 2009, 11:19:55 PMAs I land I for some reason begin to wonder if I'm really dreaming. I decide I need to confirm it. I walk to the ledge of the roof. Below is an alley with a few dogs walking around. They're looking at me in the strangest way. Some of them are kind of cat-like, almost like the strange/beautiful cats. Great vivid scenes in that lucid.

Quote from: mu on February 20, 2009, 11:19:55 PMSomething catches my attention at the top of a building about halfway between me and the lighthouse, and I glide down to it. I could have sworn someone was there, and when they saw me, they ran away. They seemed to be watching me very closely.

I jump real high again, using "Higher." I aim directly for the lighthouse, but about halfway there, I am suddenly knocked off course by an unseen force. This happens again and again. In my best attempt I fly through a very difficult maze of trees, emerging through the two tallest 'twin' trees at the end. But this time I get thrown straight upwards, and then blown backwards and to the left. I am beginning to get confused. It was probably those cowards you saw earlier in your lucid that knocked you off course.  That's the way those cowards operate because they're too afraid to face a person head on.  This is what I'd give them the next time.   That's alright, with a little more experience we will own that zone out there, and boot their cowardly asses back down to where they belong.

Quote from: mu on February 20, 2009, 11:19:55 PMAs I am now confused, I decide to say "Clearer," meaning clearer consciousness. I do this at the point where I am about to be knocked off course. The second I ask for clearer consciousness, I wake up.[/color] That's exactly why I never use the words Clarity now, as the one and only time I tried it I woke up from  a perfectly good lucid dream.

That was a really cool dream.

You have been in it for a while it seems, so maybe saying "Clearer" isn't what woke you up.  Yelling, "Clarity!", "More Light!" etc. has worked well for me; the only time I woke up was recently when I tried "Brighter!" and accidentally heard my real body trying to say it.  Expectations maybe.

Quote from: iadr on February 21, 2009, 06:47:08 PMAwesome lucid mu! Thanks man!

QuoteGreat vivid scenes in that lucid. Thanks again. Yeah, that one was particularly vivid; my last few lucids, it was kind of hard to see.

QuoteIt was probably those cowards you saw earlier in your lucid that knocked you off course.  That's the way those cowards operate because they're too afraid to face a person head on.  This is what I'd give them the next time.   That's alright, with a little more experience we will own that zone out there, and boot their cowardly asses back down to where they belong. Wow, you really don't like them! Yeah, who needs 'em?! It's cool though, like you said, they will learn...

QuoteThat's exactly why I never use the words Clarity now, as the one and only time I tried it I woke up from  a perfectly good lucid dream. It seems to work well for me lately (although I'm just starting to do it.) You have to be very specific though.

Quote from: Moonbeam on February 21, 2009, 07:45:22 PMThat was a really cool dream. Thanks MB.

QuoteYou have been in it for a while it seems, so maybe saying "Clearer" isn't what woke you up.  Yelling, "Clarity!", "More Light!" etc. has worked well for me; the only time I woke up was recently when I tried "Brighter!" and accidentally heard my real body trying to say it.  Expectations maybe. I'm not sure.. Lately I kind of know when the lucid is ending; I can feel it fading, I'm waking up, etc. . It didn't do that this time.

I'm not really saying it, and it wasn't even the words I wrote; it's more like a directed, precisely formulated thought or something. I guess it wasn't precise enough this time.  The only reason I've started with it is one time I was having trouble flying, and I remembered reading something about saying whatever, but I feel stupid saying stuff like that out loud, so I just thought it really hard. And it worked so well with flying (when I remember to do it), and then it worked with brightness and stuff.

No recall whatsoever.

The Moral is to Always Try to Show Off in Dreams. In the woods. It's one of the strangest things I've ever seen. I've been in multidimensional houses; this was a whole forest that was sort of out of phase with itself. I'm walking along this trail, and there are these vines or branches hanging down from the sky, or from something like the sky, but the sky is really down. But I can't move down, I can only move forward, and no matter which way I turn, the trail moves, but the horizon does not. In the distance, between two trees, is a structure like a church, but it's not a church.. it's more like the sun, but it's triangular, and it's the center.

(This reminds me of the lighthouse between the two trees from a couple nights ago.)

It's not day or night; instead there's some unearthly deep blue glow all about. It's hard to judge distance, and objects that seem very close by do not seem to exist, yet there is an odd presence or consciousness about them. A part of the trail glows gold, as if I'm in a sphere, and I have a strong desire to have a picture or painting of the 'church' thing in the distance; from this viewpoint, it seems the most real.

After walking for a long time, I'm surprised by a group of child-like beings who appear somewhat deceptive but genuinely scared. Their mother, who lives in a house somewhere in the woods, has suffered a nervous breakdown and no longer recognizes her children. One of the children shows me a box containing the scenes of her now, and as I look into the box I see that she was in the kitchen preparing some food. She had been suffering great paranoia on account of some of 'them' disapproving her unwillingness to change and forget. As she goes to open a cabinet she slowly faints, with a look of horror and weakness, to the floor. She doesn't get up.

I try to enter the box, but something goes wrong, and I end up in a different strange house. Here live a whole town of people who have submitted to 'them,' and no one seems to have any awareness at all. On the other hand, the house seems to be something of a large restaurant, and there are signs of food preparation everywhere, and all of the doors and tables are covered in some kind of grease. On the other other hand, I think it's not like that at all, but everyone here is really in a mental asylum, yet everyone wants to come in, and not leave. The light is sickening, bright, faded, and heavy. It feels crowded in, and I desperately want to leave.

Which is simple enough. I walk out, get in my car, and drive away. I'm driving away just fine, when my mother and sister appear in the car and say I went the wrong way. Happily, my dad's good with directions, and he drives by in a large truck, and suddenly, we're all in the truck.

I'm now cooking breakfast for some reason, and having a very hard time of it. I have a ball of bacon and potatoes all clumped together that I'm trying to separate into something that looks like food. And these powdery little cookie things, that I have no idea what to do with. Someone asks what I'm doing, or when it's going to be ready.. I get the strangest feeling I didn't leave that house.

I walk outside. Out on the streets, the night sky is filled with colored lights and shrieking sounds that have visible forms. People are running around the streets in horror and mindlessness. Time seems to stop as I look at this one woman--it's one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen.

It was the look on her face more than anything. She appears to have once been an attractive woman. She's topless. But she appears to be dead, and constantly realizing she's dead, and she looks like an alien, or she's turning into one. I've never seen such fear in anythings eyes before. Her eyes are getting larger, her nose and mouth get smaller, her body withers away to bone. But the process never seems to end, or have any effect, and her death is always just beginning. She's just standing there, wanting to run, but unable to decide on a direction. When she looks at me briefly I am frozen and the scene changes.

I'm outside of a house where some kids are playing in the yard. They're trying to impress each other with athletic feats, the winner seems to be one who can run a short distance vertically up the side of the house. Feeling a bit like a wise ass, I say "That's nothing, watch this," and I float straight up into the air about fifty feet. I blow on my hand and rub it on my shirt, with exaggerated smugness. The kids are all "Wow! Holy shit! OMG!", etc.

As I'm floating there, I get to thinking.. I might be.. it could be that.. wait for it.. well, floating's well and good, but if I can fly too, then I might be dreaming! I fly onto the roof of the house. Again, the kids are floored. But.. I'm waking up! I know it. The world seems too unreal, and I start to feel I'm in two places at once, awake and still sleeping.

Somehow, I manage to stay like this for a little while. I take off and fly over the town, a nice pleasant little suburb, even as it gets darker and the other world gets lighter. It's still a lot of fun to be flying like this. Soon, it's like I'm flying through a thick mass of thorns, and it's almost completely black. Still, I fly on. The thorns feel very real, and my dream body must be getting torn to shreds, yet I plan on flying to the bitter end.

And so I wake up. No, I don't. I realize the FA immediately, but I also realize I'm still not very asleep. I'm so close to being awake that I can think incredibly clearly (and I used "Clearly" a few places here.) I think this is a new level of consciousness I haven't experienced before. I was almost aware of my physical body and surroundings, but it was a non-imposing awareness, and I was able to continue to dream. I had no hopes of it lasting much longer however.

I decided to fly back to the woods of the beginning. I flew over them, but at a high enough altitude that I couldn't see much detail. I decided to just enjoy the pleasant sensations of flying and consciousness for awhile. I had a really great time until I really woke up.

I can relate to that just-while-waking feeling you describe.  I've had a few like that.  Not as aware as you were but definitely a dream-like knowledge of my imminent awakening.  Sounds like you were happy to be in that in-between state.

That dream had a definite turn for the better after you got lucid.  Good job sticking with it and not letting the body-awareness mess you up.

(If you're floating...you might be dreaming! )

Quote from: Burned up on February 23, 2009, 12:45:49 PMI can relate to that just-while-waking feeling you describe.  I've had a few like that.  Not as aware as you were but definitely a dream-like knowledge of my imminent awakening.  Sounds like you were happy to be in that in-between state. Yeah, that's been happening more lately. I think it's really cool, like I was saying there; if you're very close to being awake, then you're also thinking almost as if you were awake. It's very hard to stay in it.. Like a delicate balance. I had noticed you doing that, especially the way your '7' shows up; you do often seem to know when you're waking up.

Quote from: Moonbeam on February 23, 2009, 07:57:51 PMThat dream had a definite turn for the better after you got lucid.  Good job sticking with it and not letting the body-awareness mess you up. I know, that was getting.. just weird. The beginning in the woods was actually very nice though, until those 'children' (I'm still not sure what they really were) showed up.

Like I said to Burned up, I'm starting to dig the almost awake part. If it's possible to lengthen it, work with it.. Imagine having perfectly normal consciousness in a lucid. It almost seems possible in that short time.

Quote(If you're floating...you might be dreaming! ) Not the best example of reasoning there. But, you have to admit, floating's easier than flying. Isn't that so?

(mu floats back down to the chair now.  )

Some more mafia fragments. At least I think I was only stealing this time.. Why, why do I keep dreaming about the mafia?

Quote from: mu on February 24, 2009, 01:05:37 AMLike I said to Burned up, I'm starting to dig the almost awake part. If it's possible to lengthen it, work with it.. Imagine having perfectly normal consciousness in a lucid. It almost seems possible in that short time. Yea that is a really good goal.  If you manage to do it, I'll believe it's possible, which I'm not sure that it is yet.  I know I am never my "whole" self in lucids, no matter how conscious I think I am at the time.  But then again, am I always that when I'm awake?  I forget stuff then too.  YOu see the problem.  But if you think you have an equivalent to waking consciousness in a dream, that will be very exciting.

Quote Not the best example of reasoning there. But, you have to admit, floating's easier than flying. Isn't that so?

(mu floats back down to the chair now.  ) I almost believe you could do that too!

I don't float as often as I zoom off flying.  It doesn't seem hard, and is fun, so I should do it more often.

QuoteSome more mafia fragments. At least I think I was only stealing this time.. Why, why do I keep dreaming about the mafia?

Maybe you saw a Godfather Pizza commercial.  Or maybe it means you want to cut off a horse's head and put it in bed with somebody who owes you money.  Hard to say.

Quote from: mu on February 24, 2009, 01:05:37 AMQuote from: Burned up on February 23, 2009, 12:45:49 PMI can relate to that just-while-waking feeling you describe.  I've had a few like that.  Not as aware as you were but definitely a dream-like knowledge of my imminent awakening.  Sounds like you were happy to be in that in-between state. Yeah, that's been happening more lately. I think it's really cool, like I was saying there; if you're very close to being awake, then you're also thinking almost as if you were awake. It's very hard to stay in it.. Like a delicate balance. I had noticed you doing that, especially the way your '7' shows up; you do often seem to know when you're waking up.

Yes but not for a while.  It seems to depend on how relaxed/secure I'm feeling.  If I'm not worried about anything then I can sleep on again and again and get loads of these mini dreams.  Your dream has inspired me to try and cultivate more!

Quote from: Moonbeam on February 24, 2009, 08:23:21 AMYea that is a really good goal.  If you manage to do it, I'll believe it's possible, which I'm not sure that it is yet.  I know I am never my "whole" self in lucids, no matter how conscious I think I am at the time.  But then again, am I always that when I'm awake?  I forget stuff then too.  YOu see the problem.  But if you think you have an equivalent to waking consciousness in a dream, that will be very exciting. Oh yeah, I'm not talking about some super consciousness. I do just mean almost like normal waking consciousness. Of course, it's easy to fool yourself into just thinking you have it, but you can still compare it to an average lucid, and it seemed even more coherent than that. I know what you mean though.. Probably most of us are fooling ourselves in precisely the same way IRL. Think about it; my dog probably thinks I'm an idiot half the time--"Can't you hear that? Smell that? Don't you notice anything??"

Quote I almost believe you could do that too!

I don't float as often as I zoom off flying.  It doesn't seem hard, and is fun, so I should do it more often.

It's great! I highly recommend it. It's often necessary for me to do it before I can fly, plus it's helpful to look around up there first.

QuoteMaybe you saw a Godfather Pizza commercial.  Or maybe it means you want to cut off a horse's head and put it in bed with somebody who owes you money.  Hard to say. I can't take it anymore! Yes, I watched the Godfather movies, and the Sopranos, but my fascination ends there.

Quote from: Burned up on February 24, 2009, 03:55:57 PMYes but not for a while.  It seems to depend on how relaxed/secure I'm feeling.  If I'm not worried about anything then I can sleep on again and again and get loads of these mini dreams.  Your dream has inspired me to try and cultivate more! Thanks Burned up! It's cool the dream inspired somebody.  I definitely agree about being relaxed; you get all around better, more, and more vivid dreams, and they're more likely to be lucid. And if you don't, you still sleep better. That was part of the dream yoga workshop, wasn't it? Anyway, there's surely no downside to learning to relax.

(fragment) A man lives in a large (and of course strange) house with a herd of cattle. There are thick colored sheets hanging around on the walls. The cattle lift their legs and pee on the sheets, in the manner of male dogs. The man does not seem to mind this.

The cattle disperse as a strong wind begins to pervade the house. The man ties baskets and other similar containers to the windows and doorways. When I ask the man about the meaning of the baskets, he says they are to catch the wind. He is rather annoyed that I had to ask such a seemingly obvious question. At this, I make a connection between the wind and the possibility that it may be a dream, but I don't remember anymore.

A (fictitious) childhood friend who I haven't seen in many years has gone missing. Some of his current friends believe that I can help find him. We start the search at his house.

There are two distinct impressions I get from the house. One: judging by the pictures, my friend has had about 75,432 extremely gorgeous girlfriends over the years. Two: he is involved in an ultra secret plot to overthrow every single government in the world. I gather that he's gone into hiding, and has developed certain powers that are suspiciously lucid-like.

(a lot of stuff happens that I forget.)

I've figured out where he is, but so has an enraged crowd of people who want to kill him. He's hiding downstairs in this office/store-like building. I haven't seen him yet. The crowd is trying to get down there. Somehow I've figured out some of the lucid abilities (though I'm not quite lucid.) I fling people into the air. When they try to attack me, I float up high onto the wall, and fling them around from there.

(some more stuff.)

Quote from: mu on February 24, 2009, 11:00:38 PMOh yeah, I'm not talking about some super consciousness. I do just mean almost like normal waking consciousness. Of course, it's easy to fool yourself into just thinking you have it, but you can still compare it to an average lucid, and it seemed even more coherent than that. I know what you mean though.. Probably most of us are fooling ourselves in precisely the same way IRL. Think about it; my dog probably thinks I'm an idiot half the time--"Can't you hear that? Smell that? Don't you notice anything??" Get dog senses!  Good dream task.  Maybe.  If you want to be able to smell that well, I'm not sure that I do.

Quote I can't take it anymore! Yes, I watched the Godfather movies, and the Sopranos, but my fascination ends there. It's like my casinos--why the hell do I dream about being in a casino so much?   I'm sure you've spent more hours watching mafia stuff than I have in a casino, so my mind's obsession is stupider.  (Did you ever read "The Godfather"?  It's a really good book.)

QuoteThe cattle disperse as a strong wind begins to pervade the house. The man ties baskets and other similar containers to the windows and doorways. When I ask the man about the meaning of the baskets, he says they are to catch the wind. He is rather annoyed that I had to ask such a seemingly obvious question. At this, I make a connection between the wind and the possibility that it may be a dream, but I don't remember anymore. Catch the wind, cool.  That would solve the disturbance causing the wind, mabye.

QuoteThere are two distinct impressions I get from the house. One: judging by the pictures, my friend has had about 75,432 extremely gorgeous girlfriends over the years. Two: he is involved in an ultra secret plot to overthrow every single government in the world. I gather that he's gone into hiding, and has developed certain powers that are suspiciously lucid-like. Sounds like Bond, James Bond.  Except for the being an anarchist part.

QuoteI've figured out where he is, but so has an enraged crowd of people who want to kill him. He's hiding downstairs in this office/store-like building. I haven't seen him yet. The crowd is trying to get down there. Somehow I've figured out some of the lucid abilities (though I'm not quite lucid.) I fling people into the air. When they try to attack me, I float up high onto the wall, and fling them around from there. Good plan to join him.  Floating again!

Quote from: mu on February 24, 2009, 11:00:38 PMQuote from: Burned up on February 24, 2009, 03:55:57 PMYes but not for a while.  It seems to depend on how relaxed/secure I'm feeling.  If I'm not worried about anything then I can sleep on again and again and get loads of these mini dreams.  Your dream has inspired me to try and cultivate more! Thanks Burned up! It's cool the dream inspired somebody.  I definitely agree about being relaxed; you get all around better, more, and more vivid dreams, and they're more likely to be lucid. And if you don't, you still sleep better. That was part of the dream yoga workshop, wasn't it? Anyway, there's surely no downside to learning to relax.

Yes it's a win-win.  Almost worked for me this morning but I had to get up :(.

Quote(fragment) A man lives in a large (and of course strange) house with a herd of cattle. There are thick colored sheets hanging around on the walls. The cattle lift their legs and pee on the sheets, in the manner of male dogs. The man does not seem to mind this.

The cattle disperse as a strong wind begins to pervade the house. The man ties baskets and other similar containers to the windows and doorways. When I ask the man about the meaning of the baskets, he says they are to catch the wind. He is rather annoyed that I had to ask such a seemingly obvious question. At this, I make a connection between the wind and the possibility that it may be a dream, but I don't remember anymore.

That's a long fragment.  There's more there that most of my dreams

Quote A (fictitious) childhood friend who I haven't seen in many years has gone missing. Some of his current friends believe that I can help find him. We start the search at his house.

There are two distinct impressions I get from the house. One: judging by the pictures, my friend has had about 75,432 extremely gorgeous girlfriends over the years. Two: he is involved in an ultra secret plot to overthrow every single government in the world. I gather that he's gone into hiding, and has developed certain powers that are suspiciously lucid-like.

(a lot of stuff happens that I forget.)

I've figured out where he is, but so has an enraged crowd of people who want to kill him. He's hiding downstairs in this office/store-like building. I haven't seen him yet. The crowd is trying to get down there. Somehow I've figured out some of the lucid abilities (though I'm not quite lucid.) I fling people into the air. When they try to attack me, I float up high onto the wall, and fling them around from there.

(some more stuff.)

That's a good battle plan, mu.

Interesting.

Quote from: Moonbeam on February 25, 2009, 07:12:23 AMGet dog senses!  Good dream task.  Maybe.  If you want to be able to smell that well, I'm not sure that I do. Oh hell no, I don't want to smell that well either. Be able to, I mean. I was trying to make the point that, even when we think we're very aware and conscious, there's still much more going on that we're completely unaware of (including other thoughts.)

QuoteIt's like my casinos--why the hell do I dream about being in a casino so much?   I'm sure you've spent more hours watching mafia stuff than I have in a casino, so my mind's obsession is stupider.  (Did you ever read "The Godfather"?  It's a really good book.) I know, right?! It's like my subconscious is trying so hard to entertain me, but it has no clue what I like. Stupid subconscious.

No I haven't. Was the book based on the movie or vice-versa?

QuoteCatch the wind, cool.  That would solve the disturbance causing the wind, mabye. I almost got lucid, probably because of the recent discussion about the wind here. But that guy seemed like he wanted to distract me.

QuoteSounds like Bond, James Bond.  Except for the being an anarchist part. I didn't mention, I think he was part of some group that wanted to establish their own government, so he wasn't an anarchist. I believe it was an alien-related group. Which makes me wonder why I was helping him. Probably because I wanted to see the aliens.

QuoteGood plan to join him.  Floating again! And doing lucid stuff! But I think I know what all the floating is about. Because some of my dreams are like OOBEs, I'm kind of trying to establish a floating sensation when I'm falling asleep.

Quote from: Burned up on February 25, 2009, 12:27:48 PMYes it's a win-win.  Almost worked for me this morning but I had to get up :(. I know, that sucks. Especially since it's usually easier to get into that state of mind after you've already slept some.

QuoteThat's a long fragment.  There's more there that most of my dreams I've been having unusually long dreams lately, so percentage-wise, it was maybe 10%. I'll bet your dreams are much longer too. It can be very hard to tell the length. You usually seem to remember more separate dreams than me.

QuoteThat's a good battle plan, mu. Thanks. You're a pretty hard man to catch too.

Quote from: Gundam178 on February 25, 2009, 02:40:10 PMInteresting. Cryptic.

Hello, Gundam178.

OK, here's some real fragments. Ain't nobody gonna tell me these ain't fragments.

Scrolls of Latin phrases.

Master of reality. Not the album. Some guy really is, and is called that. Trying to find him, but he hides in crowds.

(Night of 03-31-09)

Suddenly found myself lucid in a childhood friend's house. This is a repeat location. Strange thing is, whenever I find myself here, my friend is not around; this time was no exception.

The house is rather normal, except for a part where the roof is missing. Where the roof should be, there is instead something I can't describe. It's like an opening to the sky, it leads to the outside. But it doesn't go up, or through anything; it's more like an infinite, easily penetrable wall, bright, floating, flying; it leads to soaring over an impossible block in a valley, with a fault line running through it.

Stepping through it causes an absolutely thrilling, though seemingly predetermined flight around this bizarre block. Like a 3d pinball machine, bouncing off walls, through the ground, up trees, over and through houses, the bottom of pools, into and out of tvs, through power lines, now I'm like a bird, now I'm in a field, contorted by light, now a sack of rolling objects. A flight through a suburban neighborhood from every perspective, it feels like.

That flight always happens. This time I did that once, but then for some reason I was struck by the detail of the house. As far as I could tell, it was an exact replica of the real house. There was no one there, so I just floated around, examining everything, and it was like I remembered everything I did there. Of course I have no way of verifying any of this, but it seemed very convincing.

I remember many of the details, but it would be basically describing a boring old RL house. I haven't been there in almost 20 years. It was very fun and interesting for me.

(Night of 04-01-09)

Long night of dreams; forgot a really cool epic one. But I can't complain, because:

I found myself half awake, almost awake, but I could still see part of a dream fading. I determinedly willed myself back into a dream; it worked, and I was instantly lucid! Not only that, but in a room full of naked, beautiful women. Only problem was deciding where to start..

(This was basically like the "caveman" dream, but I was a bit more, sophisticated. More like one of those harem guys, I would say. Really nice tropical like room with plants and drinks and stuff. Woke up in the middle of doing the seventh or so woman.)

I decided to shave my head. So now I'm walking around with my new shaved head, and noticing how different people react to me. Some people act scared. I meet this Australian guy who also has a shaved head. He's like, hey, nice shaved head mate. Then this prostitute who looks just like Spoiler for   comes over to proposition him, and he's not sure, it's against his religion or something. She walks over to me, and I suddenly recognize her, and that it's a dream, but I wake up.

Fragment:

There's a little red rooster running around the yard, amidst the associated confusion.

Quote from: mu on April 02, 2009, 10:58:29 PMRegarding my previous post.

OK, now I'm really pissed!  I saw you were back, and I said: : :  Then I erased it and said

Then I happened to look up...why you!!

(Seriously, you really got me.  I wasn't expecting it...if that isn't the lamest excuse ever!)

Anyway, you made me lol...

QuoteIt's a bloody outrage. I guess since it's just microscopic shrimp and hopeful kids being abused, there's no one to protest.

Unless...OK, mu!  It's you and me against the Sea Monkey people!  Are you with me!?

Quoteecting it, in case you're wondering. I've been really concentrating on recall and lucidity the last few days; I think it's paying off. So you haven't just been lurking and chortling and rubbing your evil hands together?

Whoops, did I write that out loud?  I mean, good for you!

QuoteNot exactly, it was like I had a secret mission or something. There's always a secret mission, you know. Yes, of course I know, all the inmates know that!

Quote from: Moonbeam on April 01, 2009, 07:20:33 PM  What have you done with mu?!  Take away the scary avatar and stop posting under his name! Quote Okay, okay.. You actually had me worried!  I was gonna...call somebody...good thing you came back!

Quote

QuoteThere's a little red rooster running around the yard, amidst the associated confusion.

Mmmm...thanks...

Quote from: Moonbeam on April 02, 2009, 11:13:53 PMOK, now I'm really pissed!  I saw you were back, and I said: : :  Then I erased it and said

Then I happened to look up...why you!!

(Seriously, you really got me.  I wasn't expecting it...if that isn't the lamest excuse ever!)

Anyway, you made me lol...

I wasn't going to do it, but it's like I have to.

Quote  I guess since it's just microscopic shrimp and hopeful kids being abused, there's no one to protest.

Unless...OK, mu!  It's you and me against the Sea Monkey people!  Are you with me!? Absolutely! Don't let this slip out, but after a few years I got over it, got some more, and I actually liked the microscopic shrimp.

Just hopeful kids?! It's all about the children! The children!!! (That should make a good case.)

QuoteSo you haven't just been lurking and chortling and rubbing your evil hands together?

Whoops, did I write that out loud?  I mean, good for you! Why... no.., not at all. :chortle: :lurk:

What? You say something?

QuoteYes, of course I know, all the inmates know that! Stupid secret missions..

QuoteYou actually had me worried!  I was gonna...call somebody...good thing you came back! Aw, thanks MB. I won't do it again, so you don't have to ...call somebody...

QuoteMmmm...thanks... Yup.

Boring old fragments.. Not much sleep, so I guess I couldn't expect much.

A very, very strange house. Is all I remember.

Sitting in what appears to be a vet's office, apparently with no pet. A woman sitting next to me is holding a sleek white animal that she claims is a border collie. However, it looks more like a cat/ferret/fox thing. Strange, but not uncute. She's worried it may be underweight; it's only 17 lbs. I take it from her, and she's surprised because it's usually scared of people. I weigh it, and it's 19 1/4 lbs, and I tell her, hey, it's gaining weight. The creature kisses me. The woman appears not to hear me.

There's some weird new type of ISP that uses some newly discovered field to transmit it's signals. The field extends into other dimensions or something. I'm getting it hooked up and it's really exciting.

I discover an infinite recursion bug in something I'm reading. Apparently other people who have read this thing have never been able to finish because of the bug. I now see that there is much, much more to the story, and it seems like the bug was put there on purpose.

Quote from: mu on April 02, 2009, 11:06:00 PMI found myself half awake, almost awake, but I could still see part of a dream fading. I determinedly willed myself back into a dream; it worked, and I was instantly lucid! Not only that, but in a room full of naked, beautiful women. Only problem was deciding where to start..

Quote from: mu on April 02, 2009, 11:06:00 PMI decided to shave my head. So now I'm walking around with my new shaved head, and noticing how different people react to me. Some people act scared. I meet this Australian guy who also has a shaved head. He's like, hey, nice shaved head mate. Then this prostitute who looks just like Spoiler for   comes over to proposition him, and he's not sure, it's against his religion or something. She walks over to me, and I suddenly recognize her, and that it's a dream, but I wake up. Damn mate.  What a time to wake up.  You could have had a lot of fun with her.

Quote from: mu on April 03, 2009, 10:16:33 PMSitting in what appears to be a vet's office, apparently with no pet. A woman sitting next to me is holding a sleek white animal that she claims is a border collie. However, it looks more like a cat/ferret/fox thing. Strange, but not uncute. She's worried it may be underweight; it's only 17 lbs. I take it from her, and she's surprised because it's usually scared of people. I weigh it, and it's 19 1/4 lbs, and I tell her, hey, it's gaining weight. The creature kisses me. The woman appears not to hear me. You always have had a way with animals mu!

Quote from: iadr on April 04, 2009, 12:19:54 PM I was thinking more like " ", but that seems appropriate too.

QuoteDamn mate.  What a time to wake up.  You could have had a lot of fun with her. Dude, tell me about it.. Would that it were so instead of even the previous dream.

QuoteYou always have had a way with animals mu! Even wholly fictitious ones apparently.

Someone (Moonbeam) just had a dream about driving with her mother. So when I'm sitting there talking to my mother and she suddenly says "Let's drive up that incredibly tall and treacherous mountain over there," I thought nothing of it.

The purpose of this most dangerous mountain ever is to go down it with a sled. That's the easy part; to get up there you have to drive hundreds of miles sideways and vertically, carrying the car a considerable portion of the way.

The fun part is that my mom gets nervous driving over so much as a small bridge, and she doesn't have the best vision. The mountain is like one huge bridge, in a blizzard, in a tornado. My sister is also here! This is going to be so much fun...

Actually, it is fun. I become very slightly lucid; enough to know it's not real, but I don't quite identify it as a dream. I laugh at my sister DC who has no such knowledge. The snow, wind, etc., is incredibly realistic, and the feeling of going higher and higher up is amazing. At a few parts that are particularly bad, I get out of the car and drag it behind me up cliffs, the soft wet snow carried by the wind almost picking me up as I go along. It's quite refreshing. It's a very long, dizzying climb. There's something about the mountain; the landscape kind of shimmers in and out, twitching slightly about a very small angle, making everything surreal. Even at the time I'm impressed by how cool the mountain is.

We get to the top, which has a building where people are in line to get sleds. From there they launch out of the building down the other side. It reminds me of certain roller coasters. I get into some kind of argument with one of the attendants who is putting people into the sleds. I push him into a sled and set him on his way. Now I don't know where my mom and sister went. Whatever, I get my own sled and decide I want to fly around a little instead of just going down. I take off easily, but the snow is very thick and it's hard to see because of my speed. I wake into a FA, but I somehow managed not to forget the dream.

Quote from: mu on April 04, 2009, 10:48:15 PMSomeone (Moonbeam) just had a dream about driving with her mother. So when I'm sitting there talking to my mother and she suddenly says "Let's drive up that incredibly tall and treacherous mountain over there," I thought nothing of it. I'm sorry.

QuoteThe purpose of this most dangerous mountain ever is to go down it with a sled. That's the easy part; to get up there you have to drive hundreds of miles sideways and vertically, carrying the car a considerable portion of the way.

QuoteThe fun part is that my mom gets nervous driving over so much as a small bridge, and she doesn't have the best vision. The mountain is like one huge bridge, in a blizzard, in a tornado. My sister is also here! This is going to be so much fun... It's nice to spend time with family.

QuoteActually, it is fun. I become very slightly lucid; enough to know it's not real, but I don't quite identify it as a dream. Phew, that was close!

QuoteI laugh at my sister DC who has no such knowledge. Brothers!

QuoteThe snow, wind, etc., is incredibly realistic, and the feeling of going higher and higher up is amazing. At a few parts that are particularly bad, I get out of the car and drag it behind me up cliffs, the soft wet snow carried by the wind almost picking me up as I go along. It's quite refreshing. It's a very long, dizzying climb. There's something about the mountain; the landscape kind of shimmers in and out, twitching slightly about a very small angle, making everything surreal. Even at the time I'm impressed by how cool the mountain is. How do you always manage to turn the worst possible dream into something good?

Quote I wake into a FA, but I somehow managed not to forget the dream. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

Quote from: Moonbeam on April 04, 2009, 11:32:35 PM  I'm sorry. You needn't be!

Quote

QuoteIt's nice to spend time with family. Yeah. ..I mean, yeah!

QuotePhew, that was close! I think I may be immune to crazy mom DC driving.. that she would even attempt it is a really good DS.

Quote   Brothers!

QuoteHow do you always manage to turn the worst possible dream into something good? The power of positive thinking!!! No, not really. You know, I don't know! Last night's dreams stayed pretty stupid though.

Quote   Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Yes, I was pleased with that.

Not much recall; in this case I don't care, because the dreams were annoying and stupid.

Something like a metal table/guitar, kind of like a slide guitar. Which is annoying because I can't play slide for shit; and the dream reflects this very accurately, yet I persist.

Incredibly annoying DCs; like being in school again, with the taunting, fighting, and general retardedness. Basically we're a bunch of kids fighting.

The evil queen DC makes everything stupid. Every time someone thinks of something cool to do she makes us stop.

Quote from: mu on April 05, 2009, 11:46:46 PMNot much recall; in this case I don't care, because the dreams were annoying and stupid.

What kind of attitude is that?

QuoteSomething like a metal table/guitar, kind of like a slide guitar. Which is annoying because I can't play slide for shit; and the dream reflects this very accurately, yet I persist.

That's rock and roll.

QuoteIncredibly annoying DCs; like being in school again, with the taunting, fighting, and general retardedness. Basically we're a bunch of kids fighting.

I'll agree that's pretty dull.

QuoteThe evil queen DC makes everything stupid. Every time someone thinks of something cool to do she makes us stop.

Some kind of internal persecutor?

Quote from: Burned up on April 06, 2009, 01:35:22 PMWhat kind of attitude is that? The same kind that I suspect someone might have if they had dreamed of tr**ns all night. You're probably right though.. I jinxed myself into not remembering anything last night.

QuoteThat's rock and roll. No, blues.

QuoteI'll agree that's pretty dull. It was really incredibly annoying! It's like my version of nightmares; annoying, not scary.

QuoteSome kind of internal persecutor? More like a teacher; the last two dreams seemed to be flashbacks to school or something.

No recall.

Quote from: mu on April 06, 2009, 10:32:34 PMQuote from: Burned up on April 06, 2009, 01:35:22 PMWhat kind of attitude is that? The same kind that I suspect someone might have if they had dreamed of tr**ns all night.

Fair point.

QuoteIt was really incredibly annoying! It's like my version of nightmares; annoying, not scary.

Ah, but anger hides fear.

QuoteSome kind of internal persecutor? More like a teacher; the last two dreams seemed to be flashbacks to school or something. [/quote]

My teachers seemed to persecute me all the time

QuoteNo recall.

Nice mountain/sledding  dream. Those are so much fun. Too bad you woke before getting to sled much though. I can imagine how awesome the mountains must have looked. Landscapes in dreams can be so incredible.

Quote from: Burned up on April 07, 2009, 12:16:12 PMFair point. Hey, where did you go?

QuoteAh, but anger hides fear. That's probably true. I think fear leads to anger. But after a little while anger feeds off itself, whether caused by fear or not.

QuoteMy teachers seemed to persecute me all the time I had both wonderful and horrible teachers. I was accordingly smart or stupid. Horrible teachers think that learning is note taking and memorizing. Aversion to monotony and redundancy does not imply stupidity. A@#holes.

Quote Thanks man!

Quote from: Caradon on April 07, 2009, 03:26:27 PMNice mountain/sledding  dream. Those are so much fun. Too bad you woke before getting to sled much though. I can imagine how awesome the mountains must have looked. Landscapes in dreams can be so incredible. Thanks Caradon! Yeah, I kept thinking during the dream, I can't believe how cool this looks. I still can't describe it really; it wasn't just beautiful scenery, there was something else.. I don't mind not sledding too much, since the rest of it was so cool. It would have been great though.

I felt weird; it was just really weird. I was in the void, but it was the most void I'd ever seen (or least, I guess I should say.) It seemed like eternity, wondering who I was and what the hell was going on.

I've tried to think of a cool way to describe it, but how do you describe nothing? It was actually an awesome feeling, and I was quite rational and clear thinking. I seriously thought that maybe I was dead. I thought about a lot of things, so many things.. The thoughts were very rapid, yet exquisitely calm. I had no body, no extent, there was not even a sense of being anything or anywhere. Everything was just gone, and the complete absence was truly immense.

In time, or with the commencement of time, there began a distant echo. Something in the distance, all around, or so close inside that it only appeared distant, was reverberating with a separate thought, bringing about a new awareness, a memory. I perceived my situation as a dream and woke up...

...To find that my bed had shifted to the other wall, under the window. The details of the room had changed subtly, and now appeared terrible and overwhelming. Though it was nearly total darkness, the million little details were shining oppressively. I was being pushed in as if from a great weight from all of them, and there was nowhere I could look away.

I managed only to float up a few feet. I was stuck and I lied there lucid, being able to think clearly as ever, but completely unable to move. I was slowly waking up and was in two places, in two beds, at the same time. I pulled back into the dream a few times, but always I was stuck in the alternate bed. This seemed to have taken a great deal of energy; I was exhausted when I finally awoke.

(Fragments from a much longer dream.)

The dream revolves around my grandfather's basement; he used to have all kinds of cool stuff down there. A new strange house has been built over the basement, new areas have been added to the basement itself, and the most interesting older areas concealed by false walls, curtains, etc. .

I walk around fascinated by all the stuff for a while. When I try to go into a hidden area, some kid looks terrified and tells me not to go in.

There are two washing machines; one of them requires coins and the other is balanced on some plastic strip. Everywhere one of these two keep appearing, even outside on a hill.

There are two trucks; one of them won't stop rolling down a parking lot. The other is like a space shuttle or something inside; vastly complicated. I seem to be driving one or the other to the washing machines?

Sometimes everything is sideways or upside down.

Funny how the void was a good place to be, but back in your room was scary!  That sucks to get stuck like that.

Quote from: Moonbeam on April 08, 2009, 07:32:16 AMFunny how the void was a good place to be, but back in your room was scary!  That sucks to get stuck like that. I know! The void seemed very familiar somehow, but the room was like some alternate reality scary room. Even though I was stuck I enjoyed that dream though.

Again in my grandfather's house, this time in the attic. I discover some items that were apparently left for us, but were lost in the attic. (No one knew about the missing items.) The stuff is for me and my sister. I forget what she got, but she was really shocked about it. She was really shocked; it was weird, like "OMG I can't believe there's that stuff!"

I got a bag that looked like those bags of goldfish crackers, but a little bigger. The label was cleverly and expertly altered by my grandfather to look like a Sea Monkey growth kit (with the cartoons and stuff.) It's some new super duper Sea Monkey formula. There's lots of small print on the labels; in one place, I can't quite understand the meaning, but it says something about how if I use the contents, I will have to pay my grandfather back somehow.

(A lot of stuff happens.)

I find an aquarium containing only some cloudy water. I empty the contents of the bag into it. Instantly, star shaped swirls erupt and fill up the tank. (It looks like if you pressed clay cylinders through a star shaped stencil.) There's hundreds, then thousands of the swirls, growing out of control.

The swirls coalesce into something like a VCR tape, but different. I go into a room with a TV and a player. There are many strange looking women in here, watching me intently and asking me questions about the tape. A series of incredibly interesting documentaries begin playing. They are scientific in a sense, but they also contain some great revelation about something my grandfather discovered. (Of course I can't remember what now.) I'm fascinated. The documentaries, I somehow know, were produced when I was maybe five years old, before my grandfather started to get senile. (I really wish I could remember these..)

At some snobby party, singing to random guests, much to their shock, making them uncomfortable. Because they're all snotty and affected, and I'm drunk or something.

A sports team that specializes in hookers? What will they think of next.

Quote from: Moonbeam on December 26, 2009, 02:21:29 PMI know, there are several variations of that: know it's a dream, but think dreams are real; know it's not real, but act as if it is, etc. I think something like that is usually the case, even when we're really lucid.  Telling DCs it's a dream, as if they need to know, or worrying about anything in general (except waking up!  That's the only real problem.)

I was thinking about this in connection with extended time dreams, and I believe it's necessary that you believe some part of it is real for them to happen.

QuoteAww...

QuoteThat was self-defense. Yes.  Dreams are so weird; I mean, there's the deer, and these hunter-like guys, but the dream seemed to make it explicit that they were not hunters, but specifically hunter-like.

Quote  That did sound like something that could really happen. I would never do that.

Quote from: Moonbeam on December 26, 2009, 05:38:30 PMCool.  That's my goal then. Sometimes I have a night where I do "see through" every one of them, and I think I've solved it at last.  But you know that story..

QuoteIt was kind of how they mention the magical "universal translator" every once in a while as the way they can all understand each other. Oh, that's another issue..

QuoteWell, there were some mind-control aliens, that made people see what they wanted to, and stuff like that. Yes, but your average movie with mind-control aliens will have them nevertheless battling it out on the streets ineffectively with near human-level technology, with no real well thought out plan of conquering Earth.  Again, ..

QuoteOh yea, sorry.  I didn't mean like a fight.  I'd hate to be arguing/fighting somebody enough for it to carry over into the dream! My fault!  Anyway, I think SCs favorite category here is not fighting or debating, but the little annoying things people do without realizing it.

QuoteOh yea, that would be a good sign. When things are called "ListFeaturedDreams()", "$dreamer=''", etc..

QuoteThat was a good one; the kid had to travel to the other side of the country, and there is the regular world and an alternate reality that he can flip between, and the alternate reality is shorter but much more dangerous.  Bad people here are monsters there.  It was a particularly good one, I thought....whenever it came out, that is. Ooooh, sounds good.    Wasn't that one of his first?

QuoteWhoa I got side-tracked for a while, looking for the Other on Netflix.  It's there, but unfortunately not an instant-watc or I'd watch it tonight.  Now it will have to compete in our queue, but it will get to the top eventually. That's where I got it.    I wish they'd put more on watch instantly..

QuoteI guess flying is like the crows-eye view, but I'd like to really be an animal still. I was like after I posted that; like no kidding, we can fly in dreams, that's for sure.  But that's a cool different kind of flying, with a particular awareness or something.

Quote from: Vex Kitten on December 26, 2009, 09:52:47 PMA sports team that specializes in hookers? What will they think of next. I'm not into either..  Weird different-person-dreams..  Sometimes it's like I don't recognize my own SC.

12-25-09

Window

I stand in a great field amongst a crowd of DCs, who look upon me as if I'd just fallen from the sky.  Indeed I have..  The events that lead up to this moment are many, and not unknown to them..  They stand before me as judges, glaring coldly in a warm night under a frozen black sky.  And so I relive my past..

This begins as a "memory," but I'm soon really experiencing it, most likely for what is really the first time.

Upon awakening and floating, and being pulled and held in the very center of the room by invisible alien hands, I experience startling sensations.  At once reeling passage of day and night, the humming and groaning of the illusory world, ecstasy beyond words, being bathed in the rising and falling of the soft orange light from the crystalline, enigmatic window--the world is in tune with the strangeness within itself, self-reflective and infinitely dense.

That--demon, my old acquaintance, who possesses his portions of space out in the lucid night, sings quietly and cheerfully out in the distance.  As if I was being held until I'd become aware of his presence, I'm immediately freed and upon the roof.  I rise endlessly, farther and farther up, beholding the beauty of the vanishing Earth, with a sense of being nowhere, until suddenly I am very definitely somewhere.

Strange feminine beings with impossibly extended silky arms as a group draw me into a floating vessel in space.  The inside is a metallic cave, at once as old as time and perfectly evolved, an ultimate inside, with all other worlds outside of it.  They reach into my head and very mind with thousands of incorporeal fingers, set it upon vast quiet and alien oceans, and cause it to experience many brief eternal flashes of disconnected events and memories.  Restructuring, subduing, unlocking..  Until there is nothing, and a new reality forms from the quietude.

Now alive, vivid, and physical, we soar the glorious depths of space, pregnant with a million new colors and worlds, infinite membranes of universes like silk curtains move slowly and strangely, within them explosions of crystalline patterns, wordless expression of a portal, like the window..

We fly into a new place where they can not follow, and they and the ship slowly fade, leaving me entering the atmosphere of a peculiar alternate version of Earth.  Before me is a vast assemblage of steel buildings, with no space between them, and nearly touching the edge of their sky.  I pass through a filmy window with a sudden change in phase.

Before I turn to explore the building, I look out a vast window pane that has somehow recorded the history of all light that has passed through it.  I see, as if it was outside now, the end of the world.  Nuclear winter after sickening fury of blinding light, and wretched people crawl like rats in the alley..  Insects reborn with machines, new lifeforms..  What nameless horror, though none of it real..

A woman who looks like a lamp opens the door and approaches with peculiar solemnity, bids me sit down on a warm couch before a softly glowing glass table in this twilight room.  The pane loses its contents and reveals the true night; it is heavy with unnatural silver stars.  She speaks of rocks beneath fallen tunnels that used to connect the various building here, and how light was produced and fell into great wells between them, to an essential life-creating purpose..  It sort of radiated "evolutionary encouragement," and the space above the table displays all this in a vision.

Someone with a "container" is out about killing all life.  He poses as a friendly man carrying a basket.  I see him; she shows me; we relive a scene that hasn't yet come..  And he is the demon that owns places where I can not go.  I have vast knowledge of my dreamworld and I explain to her his elusiveness.  She says, "Yes, although your dream and its events are not real, the things you see exist in various forms simultaneously in many worlds, and the danger in this man is that there is nothing.  His places contain nothing, and make things cease to expand."  Thus the woman and I, and a strange cat, hover outside in the night in a small bubble, and fly with mind-speed to all the places I've ever known in my dreamworld, but each only for an instant.

So begins my struggle with the demon..  Across several dreams we design each other's assassination; me always awakening in a deserted place, tiny, crawling upon the floor in a broken house, with millions of mindless drone-like creatures surrounding me.  Only slowly do they evolve.  The FAs he designs are always leading me back to the beginning, floating above the bed by the ever-altering window.  And he collects their minds, converts them to unaware DCs, who accept his illusions and dull, lifeless worlds.

But when I hide in the city underwater he can't find me.  Many years ago I explored the Bermuda Triangle and fell into the ocean.  I was drowned deeper and deeper to the depths until I inexplicably washed to a shore near a jungle.  Underneath the jungle, and below numerous, alien, subterranean gardens, laboratories growing wild plants performed tests and alterations to my mind.  The scientists would never speak, and only change my location, and cause me to swim and fly across gnarled landscapes.

Here I bide my time.  When I killed him, he was hovering above the surface of the ocean like a descended cloud.  But I was beginning to be in several places at once, and in another version of the dream, which was occurring simultaneously, I murdered him in a crowd, where he'd the guise of a kindly man with a basket.

So I fled there into the sky, and eventually crashing down, landed in the field with the DCs who worshiped him.

They draw closer around me in their disturbing unity, like medieval villagers surrounding a witch.  They promise awful tortures, and to eat and wear my flesh.  But they have little of their own minds left, and I hypnotize them all at once, and render them harmless.

A very interesting dream battle.  It's interesting to see one that involves stuff like this instead of a dream battle mimicking a real battle.

What a marvelous description! It's really well written.

Quote from: muShe says, "Yes, although your dream and its events are not real, the things you see exist in various forms simultaneously in many worlds,An interesting phrase...

Quote from: wolvendeer on December 28, 2009, 12:28:39 AMA very interesting dream battle.  It's interesting to see one that involves stuff like this instead of a dream battle mimicking a real battle. Thank you.  This fellow seems to be a persistent, or recurring enemy.  I have very few of those (and therefore few "classic" battles); this guy is particularly onerous because his style is to make things not be there, including himself.

Quote from: StarSeeker on December 28, 2009, 05:15:35 AMWhat a marvelous description! It's really well written. Thank you!

QuoteAn interesting phrase... It was the first bit of "dream wisdom" I've been able to recall for some time.  I wonder what it means?

12-26-09

Blue and green

I'm a little kid, sitting in the back yard with my grandmother's brother (Alex), at night, looking through a telescope at the moon and stars.  (So far, this is a real memory.  Since it was probably the first time it ever struck me how beautiful space is, I always think of this when I think of space.)

Suddenly Alex starts speaking in a strange alien language, but I nevertheless understand him.  He is describing things I see in the telescope, though he has no way of knowing what I'm looking at.  Many interesting things begin to appear, as if the power of the telescope has been increased indefinitely.  I see, far beyond the moon, a populous planet crawling with busy insect-like creatures.  They do not really look like insects, but it's the closest thing to them here.

I get a fantastically clear view of them and watch them for some time.  Each creature has many appendages and somehow controls the space around it in a way that is inexplicably similar to WILDing--as if they are projecting their dream bodies into the surrounding space and filling it up.  They have things that are like eyes, but that "see" things other than light, such as the walls of interference created at the boundaries of their spaces.  These eyes rotate and "blink" in a popping manner, and each creature produces hypnotic series of clicks.  They are generally blue and green, and look like haphazard collections of large molecules, and constantly reconfigure themselves.

Alex's voice somehow carries to them and is reflected back, or the distance to them is irrelevant with respect to "sound."  He is speaking with them, and having them speak to me in turn.  I simply watch speechlessly, incredulously, in awe..  For a long time, then I have a very short "vision" of many galaxies from a distance, before waking up.

Fragment

(This was a long back in school dream, with the strange classes and halls, etc..)

I find to my surprise that one of my classes is dancing.  I tell the cute teacher that I can't dance at all, except that I'm very good when I'm drunk.

12-27-09

Recall.. not.. working..

Strange cats.  Live in a really tall building.  In the past (70s?), I seem to be someone else.  Long dream.  With lucidity..  Can't remember...

Quote from: muIt was the first bit of "dream wisdom" I've been able to recall for some time.  I wonder what it means? Could it be more literal than you expect? Or does it refer that everything you see exists on your subconscious, where it is real, despite being in a dream?

Quote from: mu on December 28, 2009, 11:37:00 PM12-27-09

Recall.. not.. working..

Strange cats.  Live in a really tall building.  In the past (70s?), I seem to be someone else.  Long dream.  With lucidity..  Can't remember... You're not the only one with low recall...

Quote from: mu on December 27, 2009, 03:03:31 AMI think something like that is usually the case, even when we're really lucid.  Telling DCs it's a dream, as if they need to know, or worrying about anything in general (except waking up!  That's the only real problem.) Yea.  I guess it wouldn't be a dream if there weren't that little bit that is still "unconscious".

QuoteI was thinking about this in connection with extended time dreams, and I believe it's necessary that you believe some part of it is real for them to happen. That makes sense.  One of those "other kinds of being lucid".

QuoteYes.  Dreams are so weird; I mean, there's the deer, and these hunter-like guys, but the dream seemed to make it explicit that they were not hunters, but specifically hunter-like. And the deer weren't deer.

QuoteQuote  That did sound like something that could really happen. I would never do that. I bet it's more like:

QuoteSometimes I have a night where I do "see through" every one of them, and I think I've solved it at last.  But you know that story.. Sigh...yes, yes I do, I know it well.

QuoteYes, but your average movie with mind-control aliens will have them nevertheless battling it out on the streets ineffectively with near human-level technology, with no real well thought out plan of conquering Earth.  Again, .. Well, they do have to appeal to the masses, not just the more intellectual amongst us, like me and you.

QuoteAnyway, I think SCs favorite category here is not fighting or debating, but the little annoying things people do without realizing it. Oh yea, it's not like they use logic, so it's much more annoying.

QuoteQuoteOh yea, that would be a good sign. When things are called "ListFeaturedDreams()", "$dreamer=''", etc.. That looks like something you should do an RC when you see!

QuoteQuoteThat was a good one; the kid had to travel to the other side of the country, and there is the regular world and an alternate reality that he can flip between, and the alternate reality is shorter but much more dangerous.  Bad people here are monsters there.  It was a particularly good one, I thought....whenever it came out, that is. Ooooh, sounds good.    Wasn't that one of his first? Mid-career, collaboration with Peter Straub (Struass? Straub, I think--"Ghost STory" author.)

QuoteThat's where I got it.    I wish they'd put more on watch instantly.. Do you think they are going to keep doing that for free?

QuoteQuoteI guess flying is like the crows-eye view, but I'd like to really be an animal still. I was like after I posted that; like no kidding, we can fly in dreams, that's for sure.  But that's a cool different kind of flying, with a particular awareness or something. Yea I still want to be an animal, and a crow would be a cool one.

Quote from: mu on December 27, 2009, 03:14:06 AMWindow I saw the wall o' teal and saved this one for when I had time to really enjoy it... That was amazing!  The story, the images, the memory-for-the-first-time-aspect, the writing!  I have to say that is one of your best ever.  Put this on the featured dream on the front page, is it ready?!  (I know you probably don't want to do it yourself, but I'm going to be responsible for that whenever it's made easy enough for me to do, and this is the one I want!)

Seriously that was incredible.  And it seems like an extended-time one, for sure, wasn't it?  I don't even know what part to comment on, every bit of it is beautiful.

We need a new place here to put dreams like that.  An extra-special dream forum.  I think I'll suggest that.

Quote from: mu on December 28, 2009, 11:36:09 PMBlue and green That was a great semi-non-lucid!  Space and aliens are really getting into your dreams.

QuoteI find to my surprise that one of my classes is dancing.  I tell the cute teacher that I can't dance at all, except that I'm very good when I'm drunk.

What do you know, same as me.

Quote from: mu on December 28, 2009, 11:37:00 PMRecall.. not.. working.. Well, at least you remembered those other really good ones.

QuoteStrange cats.  Live in a really tall building.  In the past (70s?), I seem to be someone else.  Long dream.  With lucidity..  Can't remember...

Maybe you can go back there and have it again.  I wonder if we ever do that with dreams we don't recall.

Quote from: StarSeeker on December 29, 2009, 05:37:10 AMCould it be more literal than you expect? Or does it refer that everything you see exists on your subconscious, where it is real, despite being in a dream? That's pretty cool!  It is real in that sense, isn't it?  And it's so strange; there are almost always particular things I'm certain are real, even when I'm very lucid.  They're consistent too..

QuoteYou're not the only one with low recall... Aah, it sucks..  I hope yours improves soon!

Quote from: Moonbeam on December 29, 2009, 11:24:23 AMYea.  I guess it wouldn't be a dream if there weren't that little bit that is still "unconscious".

QuoteThat makes sense.  One of those "other kinds of being lucid". There are just so many..  I never knew it could be so complicated.

QuoteAnd the deer weren't deer. Why can't they be, Moonbeam?  Why can't SC speak clearly and unambiguously?

Quote  I bet it's more like: No, it's .  My sister has one hell of a temper..

QuoteSigh...yes, yes I do, I know it well.

QuoteWell, they do have to appeal to the masses, not just the more intellectual amongst us, like me and you. Oh, yes..  Them.

QuoteOh yea, it's not like they use logic, so it's much more annoying. And it's probably the fault of SCs everywhere that stupid alien movies are popular.

QuoteThat looks like something you should do an RC when you see! I've been RCing my ass off lately.  You know what, I'm determined to get lucid again real soon.  How about you?  (I mean really, really, etc., like I was saying before.)

QuoteMid-career, collaboration with Peter Straub (Struass? Straub, I think--"Ghost STory" author.) Ah.  It's probably "ß;" sort of an unvoiced "s."  I think it's the only letter German has that English doesn't.

QuoteDo you think they are going to keep doing that for free? Why do you ask?  I haven't been there in a while; is there any indication they won't?

They'd probably have much more if the movie companies weren't worried about piracy and stuff..

QuoteYea I still want to be an animal, and a crow would be a cool one. Yeah, crows are alright as far as birds go..

QuoteI saw the wall o' teal and saved this one for when I had time to really enjoy it... That was amazing!  The story, the images, the memory-for-the-first-time-aspect, the writing!  I have to say that is one of your best ever.  Put this on the featured dream on the front page, is it ready?!  (I know you probably don't want to do it yourself, but I'm going to be responsible for that whenever it's made easy enough for me to do, and this is the one I want!) Thanks! Seriously, thank you.

Spoiler for   Yeah, that thing's ready.  Actually, I was going to PM you since you seem to know where all the dreams are, and I told pj I'd put in all the old ones.  It's in the admin area, if you want to look at it, and the new page is here.

QuoteSeriously that was incredible.  And it seems like an extended-time one, for sure, wasn't it?  I don't even know what part to comment on, every bit of it is beautiful. It was on really-strange-time.  (RST.  )  Seriously, you know how I said "probably the first time?"  It seemed that some parts occurred more than once, like I kept going back and re-experiencing them.  Rather non-linear, and time often seemed to be suspended, or something.  I wouldn't say it was an extended-time dream, but it was very long.

QuoteThat was a great semi-non-lucid!  Space and aliens are really getting into your dreams. We're great at making up new terms, aren't we?  Thank you, and I'm very pleased to have space and aliens making an increased number of appearances.

Quote  What do you know, same as me.

Quote  Well, at least you remembered those other really good ones. That wasn't so much a complaint as to convey my struggle with it.

QuoteMaybe you can go back there and have it again.  I wonder if we ever do that with dreams we don't recall. I know we do.  I have several dreams that are recurring but that I can never recall properly.

12-28-09

Recurring college location

Another college dream..  My father has to drop me off there, and in a very strange futuristic car.  Some officers question us because of the car, and I find that I have no ID.  Whatever; the dream was actually pretty cool because of a recurring location..

After all that gets straightened out, I'm sort of floating and moving as if I'm in a vehicle, but I'm not.  I drift to the strange town/hill/other universe thing that is near the college.  The houses are fairytale-like, in a way, but much more serious.  They are set in deep paths that lead through dense forests, all in an intricate but somehow rectangular pattern.  The dirt paths are narrow and seem to vanish at the horizon, however deep into the forest I am.  And I'm never without the wide, inviting face of one of the houses imposing its own reality into its shadow beside me.

Nothing much eventful happens, but I'm aware enough to realize I've been here many times before, and it's not quite real.  It always seems that something needs to be done here, but it is not urgent; the feeling is that I should be prepared and uncover a pleasant mystery in due time.  I drift around leisurely, admiring the meticulous detail, vividness, and strange peculiarities of this little world.

The very faces of the houses hold great mystery--wide and flat, of some ancient wood, they have no identifiable borders and are at once distinct yet not extractable from the surrounding trees.  Within their "shadows" the world is quite different--serene and other-worldly, calmly elevated and drifting.  There is "separateness," a set-off space that breathes clarity, and everything is beautiful, simple, and fascinating in the shadow of a house's domain.

..Some time during the dream I'm helping my mathematics professor build a computer that also seems to produce coffee.  I believe it synthesizes it, and we're debugging incredibly complex numerical code, which is responsible for determining the coffee's molecular structure, on an ancient green monochrome screen.

12-29-09

No recall..

..but it sure feels like I'm going to recall something all day.

Quote from: mu on December 31, 2009, 12:39:40 AMQuote from: Moonbeam on December 29, 2009, 11:24:23 AMYea.  I guess it wouldn't be a dream if there weren't that little bit that is still "unconscious".

I don't think it's ; maybe you were thinking right.  Maybe it's the opposite, maybe it's a dream because there are parts that are conscious while we are dreaming that aren't while we are awake.  I mean usually we are not at waking-consciousness level in dreams, but maybe there is a dream-thing that has to be turned on, and then we could be, and be dreaming too.  Whoa, that is probably indecipherable.

QuoteQuoteThat makes sense.  One of those "other kinds of being lucid". There are just so many..  I never knew it could be so complicated. I know.  We are just scratching the surface.

QuoteQuoteAnd the deer weren't deer. Why can't they be, Moonbeam?  Why can't SC speak clearly and unambiguously? I don't know.

QuoteQuote  I bet it's more like: No, it's .  My sister has one hell of a temper.. OK, if you say so...

QuoteQuoteOh yea, it's not like they use logic, so it's much more annoying. And it's probably the fault of SCs everywhere that stupid alien movies are popular. Good point.

QuoteQuoteThat looks like something you should do an RC when you see! I've been RCing my ass off lately.  You know what, I'm determined to get lucid again real soon.  How about you?  (I mean really, really, etc., like I was saying before.) Yes, dammit!  Very determined!    (That should work.)

QuoteQuoteMid-career, collaboration with Peter Straub (Struass? Straub, I think--"Ghost STory" author.) Ah.  It's probably "ß;" sort of an unvoiced "s."  I think it's the only letter German has that English doesn't. Hmm, maybe so.

I did not know that.

QuoteQuoteDo you think they are going to keep doing that for free? Why do you ask?  I haven't been there in a while; is there any indication they won't? Oh no reason; we just started using it, and it seems so cool that I thought maybe it was just an introductory thing.

QuoteQuoteYea I still want to be an animal, and a crow would be a cool one. Yeah, crows are alright as far as birds go.. Oh yea...I forgot...I never think about wild birds in the same way as those poor/annoying caged birds.  I love crows, they are like one of my favorite animals.

QuoteSpoiler for   Yeah, that thing's ready.  Actually, I was going to PM you since you seem to know where all the dreams are, and I told pj I'd put in all the old ones.  It's in the admin area, if you want to look at it, and the new page is here.

Oh OK I'll get back later today and check that out.

QuoteIt was on really-strange-time.  (RST.  )  Seriously, you know how I said "probably the first time?"  It seemed that some parts occurred more than once, like I kept going back and re-experiencing them.  Rather non-linear, and time often seemed to be suspended, or something.  I wouldn't say it was an extended-time dream, but it was very long. Great translation into an understandable narrative, in that case.  Those are so hard to do.

That neighborhood sounds intriging. The ending is odd, coffee and computers. Did the debugging happen in one of the houses?

Moving Things Out Of My Yard - Using My Imagination (DILD) Some neighbors are helping me move some things out of my yard. Because of the difficulty we are having moving some of the things I become lucid and use my imagination to move them.

Pulling Myself Over A Gate - Jogging Through A Woods (DILD) It's 830AM in the morning and I'm planning to leave with the wife on vacation in the early afternoon when I decide to go jogging 4 miles. I take off jogging wearing only a pair of jeans and some tennis shoes with no socks. I go through the back yard of the house I used to live in and come to the privacy fence in the back which has a lock on the gate. Although I know the combination to the lock I decide to just pull myself over the gate, so grab a hold of the top of the gate and begin pulling myself over.

While pulling myself ove the gate I hear some guy say that I'm not as strong as I used to be, to which I answer that I am still strong enough to pull myself over the fence. After getting over the fence I'm jogging along this path in this woods that used to be behind my house a few years ago, but which is no longer there. While jogging along the trail I see this gal walking toward me who I used to work with several years ago. She says hi and and waves as she passes me and then asks me what looks good with these red, yellow and black things are that she is planning to wear. I tell her that if the red, yellow and black things are undergarments then white would look good over them as it would allow people to see the undergarments through them. My sudden humor causes me to become lucid after which I wake up.

Gym - Exercising (DILD) I'm in this small gym that is so crowded with guys that there is no room to do a couple of the exercises I want to do. I do a couple of other exercises while waiting for this guy who is a friend of mine in the dream to finish the exercise he is doing that is blocking the exercise machines I want to use.

When he knocks something over he turns around and asks me if I hit my head on something. I tell him that I didn't but that the guy laying on the floor did. (There is no one laying on the floor as I was kidding him). My sudden humor causes me to become lucid after which I get ready to do this pull exercise with more weight on it than I normally use. Instead of taking the extra weight off I do the exercise with the heavy weight but only do 8 reps with it.

Toolbox - Screw Driver (WILD) I'm going through my tool box while lucid when I find a screw driver I've been looking for.

Moving Things In My Back Yard - Friend Taking A Glass Table (DILD) Some friend are in my yard while I'm moving things around in my back yard, and one of them carries this glass table over to his yard without asking me if he can have it. I'm thinking that I'd like to keep that table which causes me to become lucid. So I walk over to his yard and then move the table back to my yard using my imagination.

Helping The Wife Find A Financial Statement - Filing It Away (WILD) I'm helping the wife find some sort of financial statement while lucid, which I decide needs to be filed away after we find it. So I create a file for all of the financial statements for our new house.

Taking A Trip With The Wife - Driving A Bus (DILD) I'm taking a trip with the wife and our two cats when I decide to take our van, only our van is this large bus that has about 20 seats in it. I'm telling the wife how much nicer it is to vacation in the van since there is more room. The bus also gets about 49 miles to the gallon which I'm telling her about.

I'm driving the van up this steep hill and it has plenty of power which allows me to keep it well above 70 mph. I become lucid when I remember how I have the seats out of the van, and begin thinking about taking the seats out of the bus.

Parking Lot - Driving Through (WILD) I'm driving through this parking lot early in the morning while it is still dark while lucid when I see this black gal come walking toward me smiling, which is the same gal I saw cutting through a hole in this steel fence the other day while jogging.

Restaurant - Making A Lemonade (WILD) The wife and I go into this all you can eat buffet while lucid which charges an extra large amount for their drinks. Not wanting to get ripped off on drinks we order water and I get a bunch of lemons from their salad bar and to make a free lemonade with.