Posts Tagged ‘dreaming’

Not bad at all


Not bad. I recalled three dreams from last night, even though the second one is just a small fragment.  I’m upset with myself for not recognizing that I was dreaming while I was flying. That’s my biggest dream sign yet it didn’t trigger lucidity.

Surprise!
I surprised my family by flying home and visiting while on vacation from school. I sat surrounded by my parents and sisters. My nieces walked into the room and I hugged them and tightly held them both for a long time. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how much I love and had missed my family.

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I Brush Alone
“Will you come brush your teeth with me?” Tony asked. “I like it when we brush them together.”

I  laughed. “No,” I said. “You know what happens when we brush our teeth together.”

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End of the World
My parents moved into a big apartment. It seemed to have to have as many as ten bedrooms as well as a few large, beautiful bathrooms, a dining room the size of a large kitchen and a huge kitchen and living room.

Tony and I decided to move in with my parents. The place was big enough and we would have our privacy.

One evening around dusk, I took a walk down the street along the sidewalk. The ground shook and the cement began to crack and crumble into the Earth. I looked around—I was alone. I quickly went home to warn everyone that we were on the brink of disaster.

“Tony! Wake up!” I shook him. “You need to get everyone and get out—now! The ground is caving in.” He didn’t believe me.

We walked into the living room and looked out the windows. “It’s happening down there,” I said, pointing out a window to our left.

Tony and I went outside. We saw masses of people running toward us in horror to flee for their lives.

“What the . . .” Tony’s voice faded in disbelief. We could see dust billowing from the Earth’s surface. 

“Go get everyone out, now! I’m going back to go check it out,” I said as I began to fly over everyone’s heads.

Tony smiled.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, knowing that he was smiling because I could fly. “Pretty cool, huh?” I flew off, leaving Tony behind.

Oldies But Goodies


The oldest dream I remember dates back to when I was about five years old. It’s silly when I look back on it, but at the time, I woke up in tears. My mum rushed into my bedroom to see why I was crying. I lied out of embarrassment and told her I missed my aunt—who lived in New York City. To me, at the age of five, there was nothing scarier than witnessing a panda bear maul your father. Now, I think that there is nothing more amazing than being able to tell people my very first dream had a cameo by Teddy Ruxpin.

The second oldest dream I can recall happened when I was ten. Men in all black, mime-like garb and wearing gigantic, white, plastic oval masks were trying to kill my family. I discovered that the leader of this mime cult lived in a basement on my street as I watched him descend stairs through the sloped steel doors. “Why are you trying to kill my family?” I asked, following him down. As he turned, he took off his mask and revealed himself.

Having a panda attack your father is petty compared to Gilbert Gottfried trying to annihilate you. I was terrified. The next couple of weeks as my mum walked me to school I held her hand tightly. Only in recent years have I been able to forgive Mr. Gottfried for his murderous attempts. My family will forever tease me. I can’t blame them.

In 2007, I read the whole four sentences in my college psychology book about lucid dreaming. It briefly stated that those who are aware (lucid) that they are dreaming, while they are dreaming, can control said dream.

No. That just sounds silly, right?

The following day after that class, I googled the term. The first website that popped up was http://www.dreamviews.com. This is what I read:

“Consider this: if the average person spends 8 hours a day sleeping, and lives an average life of about 75 years, then he or she has slept nearly 25 years of her life away. Can we get more out of all those years than just rest? With lucid dreaming that’s a very real possibility, but before being able to control your dreams you have to be able to recognize that you are dreaming. Once you are aware you are dreaming you can alter your dreams and dictate what happens: you can do anything you’ve ever wanted, go anywhere you’ve ever desired!

Lucid dreaming can be a lot of fun, but there are also many practical reasons to experiment with lucidity. You can use components of lucid dreaming to aid in dream recall, to provide you an opportunity to deeply explore your dreams or even your own personality. Have you ever gone to bed right after performing a difficult task for the first time and found you are still thinking about that task, even in your sleep? Our dreams can be a key part of how we learn. Imagine if you could actively direct that learning.”

As I continued exploring the site, I read that many people experience a lucid dream their first night of trying when reading a lot about it. I didn’t succeed my first night of trying, but I did on my second night.

Taken from my former dream journal on May 17, 2007

Dream #1:

It was a very nice and sunny afternoon. I was driving in my car, which was my car in waking life but a convertible. I had a feeling I was dreaming, so I tested it. I saw a For Sale house sign. The second time I looked at it, the color and text of the sign changed! I shouted, “I did it! I’m dreaming!” Then the next thing I knew I was standing by what seemed to be a pond and I said it again, “I’m dreaming!” I believe it was at that point I became lucid. I then got this very… amazing feeling ALL OVER MY BODY. It was cool, and comforting. My body tingled but in a good way. It was like a cool breeze before a summer storm, but inside my body. I felt at peace with everything. My favorite dreams are the flying ones so I thought to myself, “Let’s try flying!” Just as I was preparing myself for take-off, I got this new feeling in me. A feeling in the pit of my stomach because I felt like I was waking up. Things started to get fuzzy so I covered my eyes with my hands tightly and spun around yelling “No!” It didn’t work and I woke up anyway.

The last dream I recorded was on September 8, 2008, so I’m a little rusty. Recording dreams greatly increases recall memory and recall memory greatly increases the frequency of DILD’s—or Dream Induced Lucid Dreams. I don’t remember the last time I experienced a lucid dream so this blog is my attempt to return to the world of lucid dreaming. We spend our waking lives busy with work, school, family and responsibilities. If we can control our sleeping world—a world of fantasy, lust and endless possibilities—let’s do it! Not only will my blog document my own adventures, but also I will include tips and answer any questions to help you on your own endeavors.

Happy dreaming!