034: (Dream Seed) at last! I'm sure I dreamed about high school. The parking lot was filled with dark cars. I even thought at one point "Maybe I should just do 5-years of high school?"
It may have been around graduation time. I don't really remember seeing any familiar people from school. I sorta remember a student being lynched in the parking lot.
035: I was talking to Emily. She was sitting at a (desktop) computer outdoors! She had makeup on and looked very Gothic. It looked like she was browsing through menus (online). I was sitting on the ground. She seemed slightly sad.
036: I was in a bar/pub by myself. The place was crowded. I waded through the crowd towards the bar at its center. Steff and another tall blond guy were asking a girl - who looked like a more attractive version of Holly! (A girl who was my best friend for a short period of 3rd grade, and who by coincidence transferred to my high school. We were never friends after a fallout we had in the 3rd grade however. I was floored she was in any dream or thought whatsoever...) "How much for a blow job?"
Just then, I walked up to Steff and greeted him and his friend. He seemed mildly surprised to see me and mildly happy. The bar/pub was in a made up city that was a cross between Downtown SF and Brighton England (where my friend Steff was from). I've dreamed about it before.
Much later in the dream, I was thrown in prison. A dirty, filthy, farm animal hangout/barn-like place. I looked around a bit, then other prisoners appeared. One of the prisoners appeared to be the lynched student from earlier(!), covered with scars and scabs all over him. The guards that appeared were releasing him. I recall thinking at that point: "I only have to make it 30-days in here. Then they'll let me go like him..."
Note: I have never been arrested, or sent to prison. I have no interest in prison stories, fictional or otherwise. No abnormal fear or dread of prison, and no contact with anyone who has been to prison.
My second record of a familiar dream city. Downtown San Fransisco mixed with Brighton. This is likely part of the same location visited in Dream 031
037: I just recalled another dream fragment. I get the feeling I was at Tanforan shopping mall. But there were tables setup on the second floor near the escalators. I was walking by myself. I spotted Fey (ex-girlfriend I had contact with a few years prior to this dream and had rarely thought of since), she spotted me. She was sitting with another woman, a brunette.
She smiled from afar, I smiled back and she had a look like "Oh see, I got that man! He wants me." I felt slightly uncomfortable with her expression. I didn't stop to talk to her. Her look didn't change either. She just looked at her friend (with the same expression). She was overweight. Pear shaped. I didn't feel sexual attraction towards her (like usual).
Note: There were no tables set up by the 2nd floor escalators at Tanforan in those days. There are a few there now, and an Orange Julius/Dairy Queen also. Also see Dream 067 & Lucid Animals at DreamViews.com.
-January 7, 1998
Showing posts with label Dream Seeding. Show all posts
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Dream 026-027: World Command Center (Lucid #3), Nightclub Bust
026: (Lucid #3) I was in a control room, or the command center of the entire world. I could look down at it like a map from a video game. I could physically fly from place-to-place. Little orange dots marked the cities.
At some point the Borg (Star Trek's galactic villains) got involved. I would fly from place-to-place talking with people. I realized at one point, this is a dream! I looked around to see if people were still behaving as if it were real. And they were, so I went about the business of saving the world.
The lands and the sea looked like tropical islands. At one point I could see great quantities of pollution filling the air, rising in the atmosphere swishing and swirling into the perfect air.
I went to where my Dad was and family was gathering. I put on a silk shirt I felt like I had left at Grandma's house (at Christmas). I told my Dad that it was too much work to save the world from assimilation. And that I was just going to let it be taken over. My Dad wanted me to save it of course. I remember watching time lapse of water rushing into San Francisco, eroding away the layers of rock and land at its foundation.
Note: One of the most epic and memorable dreams of my life. I do not remember ever directly performing any deeds to "save the world." I don't remember fighting the Borg directly. I only remember flying around to "crisis zones" and talking with people there.
The most enterprising element to the dream was being able to seamlessly interact with the world map. I still remember the spectacular vistas while flying. Flight speed and control were perfect, easy, and extremely rapid.
I most likely flew away from encounters with the Borg. I vaguely recall seeing them set down on one of the smaller islands in the ocean. I landed on a nearby island to speak with a native there about it. I was absolutely thrilled by the sense of speed, scope, and casual power in this dream. It lasted at least 10-15 minutes.
027: I was at a dance or nightclub. I was hanging out with the Joe and this Hispanic thug dude. I was walking around the place, music playing that was maybe my alarm clock. Then the guy I was hanging out with said "Oh shit the cops are here!"
I looked around for them and saw them standing way off to one side.
I decided the best way for me to avoid getting involved was to go dance on the dance floor. So I went downstairs to the sunken dance floor or gym. The women were wearing white skirts with white stockings. The men were in black. I started to shuffle to go into a break dancing move(!) when the real life phone woke me up.
Note: This was borderline a dream seed. I kept inching closer towards the objective of "traveling back in time" to high school. Tropical islands were another dream seed location I had difficulty with.
-December 26, 1997
At some point the Borg (Star Trek's galactic villains) got involved. I would fly from place-to-place talking with people. I realized at one point, this is a dream! I looked around to see if people were still behaving as if it were real. And they were, so I went about the business of saving the world.
The lands and the sea looked like tropical islands. At one point I could see great quantities of pollution filling the air, rising in the atmosphere swishing and swirling into the perfect air.
I went to where my Dad was and family was gathering. I put on a silk shirt I felt like I had left at Grandma's house (at Christmas). I told my Dad that it was too much work to save the world from assimilation. And that I was just going to let it be taken over. My Dad wanted me to save it of course. I remember watching time lapse of water rushing into San Francisco, eroding away the layers of rock and land at its foundation.
Note: One of the most epic and memorable dreams of my life. I do not remember ever directly performing any deeds to "save the world." I don't remember fighting the Borg directly. I only remember flying around to "crisis zones" and talking with people there.
The most enterprising element to the dream was being able to seamlessly interact with the world map. I still remember the spectacular vistas while flying. Flight speed and control were perfect, easy, and extremely rapid.
I most likely flew away from encounters with the Borg. I vaguely recall seeing them set down on one of the smaller islands in the ocean. I landed on a nearby island to speak with a native there about it. I was absolutely thrilled by the sense of speed, scope, and casual power in this dream. It lasted at least 10-15 minutes.
027: I was at a dance or nightclub. I was hanging out with the Joe and this Hispanic thug dude. I was walking around the place, music playing that was maybe my alarm clock. Then the guy I was hanging out with said "Oh shit the cops are here!"
I looked around for them and saw them standing way off to one side.
I decided the best way for me to avoid getting involved was to go dance on the dance floor. So I went downstairs to the sunken dance floor or gym. The women were wearing white skirts with white stockings. The men were in black. I started to shuffle to go into a break dancing move(!) when the real life phone woke me up.
Note: This was borderline a dream seed. I kept inching closer towards the objective of "traveling back in time" to high school. Tropical islands were another dream seed location I had difficulty with.
-December 26, 1997
Dream 021-22: Mob Milkshakes & Cigarette Smoke
021: I had many vivid dreams, many! I remember only bits and pieces. I remember this strange mob guy and these strange milkshakes he made. I'm pretty sure Fred (& Katie) were in my dream, if not the entire family. I remember being in a (very) high place. I remember a huge place, cylinder shaped with spiraling balconies.
There may have been a high school mock up in the dreams as well. I don't remember ever being lucid. High school is one of the dream locations I was dream seeding to travel to.
022: I'm with my Dad. I was working in the computer room. He was smoking a cigarette near to the butt of it. I said "Dad you aren't supposed to smoke in here?" He practically ignored me then finished what little of the cigarette he had left.
-December 15, 1997
There may have been a high school mock up in the dreams as well. I don't remember ever being lucid. High school is one of the dream locations I was dream seeding to travel to.
022: I'm with my Dad. I was working in the computer room. He was smoking a cigarette near to the butt of it. I said "Dad you aren't supposed to smoke in here?" He practically ignored me then finished what little of the cigarette he had left.
-December 15, 1997
Monday, April 26, 2010
Intro 000: Dreams & Nightmares
The first set of posts are dreams and nightmares I recorded while experimenting with lucid dreaming and dream seeding 1997-2001. During this period I frequently used the Nova Dreamer and attempted various dream recall techniques. These dreams were usually recorded the instant I woke by hand or as soon as the dreams were recalled. I copied them into this blog with minor corrections.
Much of the dream imagery leaps back into my memory when I explore these old journal entries, but extra words will be in brackets or mentioned post script. There is some sexual content. I may tone down dreams that are too graphic. I have changed the names of certain people and places out of respect of privacy.
I share these with the sincere hope that they will further advance the human understanding of our extremely important dream lives. The unbounded but murky world we dwell in and fabricate while we are asleep. I wish I could say I am good at remembering my dreams. Without regular practice and plenty of sleep, I rarely do. The dreams uncovered here are often shades of sagas, eras, episodes, and bygone relationships with "real people" with "dream people" and in "dream places" that stretch back to childhood.
As my lucid experiments progressed. I learned imperfectly to: See through walls, run at car-like speed, fly, leap from great heights without fear, have sex, slip through cracks, teleport -and a few other things more surprising.
Strangely, many of the cast members of my dreams are real people - long since left my life. When I began to recollect large numbers of dreams, I was often stunned by their constant appearances - when I woke up. While awake, I hadn't much thought of some of these people in years.
Gradually, a warped parallel dream reality emerged. One in which people I had written off long before without regret, were often my regular if awkward dream companions. Even more bewildering? While dreaming certain dreams, I was apparently familiar with the lore, history, timeline, social structure, and even the geography of my dreamland. In these same dreams, I felt completely aware of the differences between "real life" and "dream life."
During my fleeting moments of super-lucidity, I seemed to command an exact memory of scores of additional dreams I remembered little about while awake. This catalog of offline dream knowledge felt crucial for my comfort and survival vs. certain reoccurring dream hazards. Upon awakening, the wisdom of my dreamland all but evaporates.
Considering some of the content I discovered, I don't think remembering 100% of our dreams would be healthy for some. For me, this dream life experience amounts to a staggering and prolific subconscious lore.
Until this experiment, I was unaware that many of my dreams were not so forgotten. But instead stored just beneath the surface of my conscious memories. I have learned that we are all able and all required to - access our subconscious dream histories. This is our own personal Map of Dreamland.
These are my private journals and highly valued personal records. All Rights Reserved. ©1997-2010
No part of this publication may be stored, transmitted, or copied without expressed written permission. Brief quotes are okay for review and reference as long the URL is sited: MapofDreamland.com
No religious or mystical rituals were employed. Advertisements that appear are not necessarily endorsed, there is a lot of dream junk online. My dream explorations were thrown into high gear thanks to information and technology from the Lucidity Institute:
Dream Recall
Inducing Lucid Dreams
Nova Dreamer
Much of the dream imagery leaps back into my memory when I explore these old journal entries, but extra words will be in brackets or mentioned post script. There is some sexual content. I may tone down dreams that are too graphic. I have changed the names of certain people and places out of respect of privacy.
I share these with the sincere hope that they will further advance the human understanding of our extremely important dream lives. The unbounded but murky world we dwell in and fabricate while we are asleep. I wish I could say I am good at remembering my dreams. Without regular practice and plenty of sleep, I rarely do. The dreams uncovered here are often shades of sagas, eras, episodes, and bygone relationships with "real people" with "dream people" and in "dream places" that stretch back to childhood.
As my lucid experiments progressed. I learned imperfectly to: See through walls, run at car-like speed, fly, leap from great heights without fear, have sex, slip through cracks, teleport -and a few other things more surprising.
Strangely, many of the cast members of my dreams are real people - long since left my life. When I began to recollect large numbers of dreams, I was often stunned by their constant appearances - when I woke up. While awake, I hadn't much thought of some of these people in years.
Gradually, a warped parallel dream reality emerged. One in which people I had written off long before without regret, were often my regular if awkward dream companions. Even more bewildering? While dreaming certain dreams, I was apparently familiar with the lore, history, timeline, social structure, and even the geography of my dreamland. In these same dreams, I felt completely aware of the differences between "real life" and "dream life."
During my fleeting moments of super-lucidity, I seemed to command an exact memory of scores of additional dreams I remembered little about while awake. This catalog of offline dream knowledge felt crucial for my comfort and survival vs. certain reoccurring dream hazards. Upon awakening, the wisdom of my dreamland all but evaporates.
Considering some of the content I discovered, I don't think remembering 100% of our dreams would be healthy for some. For me, this dream life experience amounts to a staggering and prolific subconscious lore.
Until this experiment, I was unaware that many of my dreams were not so forgotten. But instead stored just beneath the surface of my conscious memories. I have learned that we are all able and all required to - access our subconscious dream histories. This is our own personal Map of Dreamland.
These are my private journals and highly valued personal records. All Rights Reserved. ©1997-2010
No part of this publication may be stored, transmitted, or copied without expressed written permission. Brief quotes are okay for review and reference as long the URL is sited: MapofDreamland.com
No religious or mystical rituals were employed. Advertisements that appear are not necessarily endorsed, there is a lot of dream junk online. My dream explorations were thrown into high gear thanks to information and technology from the Lucidity Institute:
Dream Recall
Inducing Lucid Dreams
Nova Dreamer
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