The Emotion Intensifier at the Amusement Park

2:27p

The Emotion Intensifier at the Amusement Park [RT: Looping] [RT: Abstract]

Scene 1. I am cycling through two dream sequences. I am with someone, I am not sure who. I am exploring two areas in what might be an amusement park/theme park. I go through one section/land (which I can't remember} and them go into a second one. The entrance is very vivid and detailed. It is enclosed by a ~10 solid wooden fence. There is a small building made by taking corrugated steel and creating a cylinder. Like a makeshift silo. This area is very lush with vegetation and it feels like you are entering a very confined and mysterious space. I manipulate one piece of the structure. I remove a rounded cylinder about 2-3ft tall, and possible fix or manipulate something it is covering. I replace it in its original state. This segment of the dream has repeated at least twice. On the second round when I go to put the piece back I do not do a thorough job. I lay it back in place, but on its side. The person who is with me comments it may not be safe. There may be children that will be effected.

Scene 2.  As some point the scene changes to an abstract vision of a machine I am calling The Emotion Intensifier. This is not a perfect description, but it is close. I am/my mind is in a machine/process that has two phases. There is physical component. It feels organic, like jello or brain matter. A thick gelatinous consistency, it has two sections that are shaped like a snowman. A bigger ball on the bottom and then a smaller one on top. The ideas is that an emotion is brought into the bottom section, sort of churned like butter and sent to the upper section to be further processed. In the dream this seems so real that I try and remember the waking world's name for the device. When I wake, it is mushy nonsense. This part of the dream repeats with scene 1. So I walk thorough the two difference themed sections of the park and then go into The Emotion Intensifier.

From the Enchanted Forest of my past.

Notes: I am just happy to get some dream recall back. I have had a very difficult time remembering my dreams in the last few days. The recurring theme of loops is interesting, not sure what to make of it. It may be just way I am looping through my life. Stuck in a rut.

Guns and Ammo

6:18 AM

Guns and Ammo

Scene one. I am in a room with a woman. We may be dressed in period clothes, perhaps western America 1870s. We are having an extended conversation about guns and ammunition. More specifically it's about ammunition and how we have to get rid of lots of it. By firing it. The discussion is whether I'm going to do it or whether she's going to do it and exactly how I'm going to do it and other variations. Depending on precise variations it's gonna take longer or shorter. It's convoluted dream logic.

Scene two. We are outside. The firing has begun. We are rapidly firing various weapons. But now we are not just firing blankly into the air. We are shooting various animals. At one point a very odd looking shark like animal swims up although it is in the air and it gets shot with some kind of shotgun. There is some other kind of animal that we are discussing being shot by all of our activity. It seems vaguely a shame that it is going to get killed perhaps a large number of them.

Notes. I just saw a movie that was very violent, a lot of guns, a western, right before going to sleep. One of the guns included a Gatling gun. God knows how many thousands of bullets flew through the making of that film. The Gatling gun was particularly random they were firing from out of town from far away.

This is the last day of the 40 day intensive. So it's very important to record the dream. Now the new priority is to do the work I need to do during the day to free my supply just a dream.

Primordial Earth, The Metamorphosis, End of 40 Day Intensive

2:28 am

Primordial Earth [RT: Mostly abstract setting], End of 40 Day Intensive Dream Incubation

I see an intense dynamic churning mass of brightly illuminated rock and energy. I see it very distinctly with in square space surrounded by blackness. It is as if I have a small window into the formation of earth when is was only a few billion years old and still forming.

Notes: I struggled with the name. Initially I called it dynamic intensity. The image was very persistent. It took me a couple of minutes of keeping the visualization going before I was comfortable with the name. Went to bed at 11:30pm, about 3hrs sleep.


10:50 a.m.

The Metamorphosis

I'm on a beach. It is  dark I may be naked. I am alone somewhat frightened. I embark on a long convoluted process. As part of this journey/process I walk off the beach coming to a very large industrial sized building.The building is very old and dilapidated. It still is structurally very sound. All the old wood is weathered and exposed. No paint on anything just dark aged wood.I  find my way through a small almost secret way to enter. I pull out a square metal panel that I use as a door. I have made my way off the beach back behind the building so now I am making my way through the second story back toward where I started but one very high story up. There's no work going on there  it is abandoned for industrial purposes. There are many people hanging out in different places but it's not like they're doing anything productive. They may be homeless or vagrants. I find my way through long corridors and loose discolored lumber back to the front of the building. It may be pointing back out where I started. I then go through a very dramatic metamorphosis. Possibly from a man to a woman, it's not clear. I become aware that I am dreaming and I come close to fully awake.I review the dream and go back into the dream. I feel like I go back through the dream process of going from the beach, back behind th building, work my way through the upper area of the factory 2 or 3 times. I go through this process over and over. The final time I am  with 2-3 other people and I'm showing them how to do this. They are following me up around in the building. I know where I'm going but the exact path is not perfect so I go slightly out of my way and then correct my path to end up back where I was at the front of the building. I did not go through the normal process of naming the dream or the breaking down the individual scenes and trying to remind myself of them. I did not use Google Maker. Part of me felt that this was so clear and the end so specific that I didn't need to do that. Of course when I woke up that was not the case at all. However I still feel that I handled it the way I should. Whatever that means. I was woken up by Cindy. Even though I was woken up I had a very clear connection to the dream because I had been through it so many times.

Notes. I only have one day left in the 40 day intensive that is tomorrow. I just want to stick with it for one more day. I want to concentrate on my daily behaviors that are the basis for increasing lucid dreams. It's been months at this point since I have had a lucid dream. While that is frustrating on some level I have learned so much and had so many insights into the structure and nature of my dream world that it has definitely been worth the effort. I "just" need to get my daily routine down to get to the next level.  Meditation x2, exercise, keep up on financial and other paperwork, get financially stable. Easy. Carry on.

End of 40 Day Intensive Dream Incubation: Should have ended yesterday, but screwed up the recording of the Dreaded [NDR], so this is it. I think the 24th, the official last day was the only day I failed to record my dreams on time. Still being tripped up from within. Not a big surprise. Sad, but not surprising. 

The Dreaded No Dreams Remembered

2:28 am on 9/25/16

The Dreaded [NDR], Everything is nothing with a twist

Notes: Apparently I did not record my non-dreams yesterday.

The Crazy Road Trip

12:12 pm

The Crazy Road Trip [Fragments] [S:  DreamLeaf, x2]

I am driving down a windy dark road at night. There are severl people in the car, we are very gregarious. I am going too fast. The car's tires are slipping off the asphalt. I can see the side of the road in hyper detail. I can see that the shoulder of the road is wet fine gravel and is several inches below the pavement. Perfect conditions for pulling your tire off onto the shoulder and grab our tires. This happens and the car is pulled off the road. I am on the left side.

I abruptly am confronted with an alligator. I am outside the car. It may be on a stick or have a rope around its neck.

Note: There were numerous scenes, I was woken by the dogs because someone was at the door. Disappointing for taking a supplement.

Donald and the Horses, Did You Give That To Him?

7:38 AM

Donald and the Horses [DH: Google maker ]

Scene 1. I am imagining Donald Trump. I see his face. As his body appears it is a slithering slimy monster body. Sort of like a Japanese anime tentacle thing.

Scene 2 . I am with a large group of people but they have moved away down across a large field. I decide I need to catch up with them. I need to strategize about how to do that. I decide instead of going across the field straight ahead I go to the left, to the corner and then down the road on the left side of the field.

Scene 3. As I am making the journey across that field suddenly I'm with a large group of horses. Kind of like a round up. They are in stretched out 2-3 across. . I come to an intersection and the horses are backing up. I need to make a decision if I'm gonna jump on one of the horses and ride it or possibly become one of the horses.

Scene 4. The horses are at their destination, it is a large red brick building [RT: Campus]. They are trying to get through a not very large window. It's completely open but it's maybe only 6 ft square. One of the horses is wedged into the window. His head is along the top of the window, his back is pressed against the side and his legs along the bottom. There's a dog that's been running with the horses and he jumps through the space in the middle of the window bouncing off the horses tummy. I think this is very dangerous and think we need to be better organized because the dog could've gotten squished.

Scene 5. I am moving some semi trucks. Part of the challenge is the way I'm loading the trucks. One time I imagine picking up the truck with the open end up and filling it up like a box of cereal. And then the truck pulls up a dirt access road to get across the highway. It pulls into some sort of facility on the other side of the road.

[I move and adjust my position. Check to see if it's light out and try to go back into the dream]

Scene 6. As I go back into the dream I suddenly see this face. It jumps out at me, it's almost scary. It's not that the face is scary it's the suddenness, the flash and the detail of the face. [This has happened in other dreams in a similar circumstance when trying to reenter something flashes. I don't get fully into the dreamscape when this happens, but I get a clear sudden flash]. I feel I need to urinate so I'm being taken out of the dream. But I hear a voice it says very clearly "Iowa man".

Notes. This is a good deal better than the dreaded no dreams remembered.

What is the dream telling me? Keep up the good work. Meditate twice a day, exercise, take care of business.

What am I going to do about it? Ditto.



6:37 pm

Did You Give That To Him? [Afternoon nap]

I am in a room, there are three or 4 of us. I think it is Cindy (standing) who hands a pipe (possibly dope) to Paul. I yell at her “did you give that to him” I then see myself pushing him with a long wooden pole with a round blade on the end (like a garden shovel handle) pushing it into his chest and slowly pushing harder and harder.

Scene 2. I am in the front seat of a car with Cindy, Paul may be in the back. She hands me a pipe, I take a toke and hand it back. She hands it back to Paul in the back seat. I yell again “did you give that to him?”

I open the door and step out while the car is moving. Cindy tried to stop but it is still moving as my feet touch the ground. I can feel my feet slip as they touch the pavement. I wake up. I have a bloody nose.

Note: Told Paul the dream.

Dreaded [NDR]

5:15 pm

Dreaded [NDR] [S; Lulcidimine, x2]

Notes: Took supplement, tried WILD, WBTB, Nothing.

What is the dream saying? Get your act together, then come to me.

What am I going to do about it? Get my act together. Meditate 2xday, exercise, act on financial responsibilities. While my 40-day intensive is over in a few days, I have a month until my next Oasis event. I can still put 6 100% effort days together before the end of the 40 days.  Go for it.

Find My Wallet Incubation, Drraded [NDR]

3:26 am

Incubation: "I find my wallet."

Notes: Sid incubation. When I awoke, nothing remembered. Tried to go back into the dream. Cleared my mind. Came up with idea of using pendulum to find wallet. I will give it a try.

What is the dream saying? Nothing.

What am I going to do about it? Meditate, exercise, take care of business.

This guy stole my dreams.

The Gay Blogger

8:06 am

The Gay Blogger

[Not sure if main character is me or someone I am observing It is another dream that has no physical location. I will write it in 1st person.] I am experiencing the world as a gay male. I am recording and sharing my observations on a blog. I am not in a physical/visual location and even the web site has very minimal visual components. I have vague images of the blogger and the content. I am commenting on my use of some technology. Possibly some type of storage device. I make a couple of posts over time. The second one is more focused and impactful. There are so many people following my blog that my comments and recommendations change the buying patterns of the industry. The number of 10% of buyers comes up. I figure the manufacturers can see the 10% bump in sales, plus once something becomes popular the sales go viral, so the blog has a much larger than 10% impact.

Notes: 2nd dream with no location and minimal visuals. Interesting.

Vitality,

12:16 p.m.

Vitality,  [S: DreamLeaf, x2] ***add to life hack***


Not sure if this was a dream or just images while I was attempting a WILD. I'm trying to visualize what it will be like when I am fit, what will David look like?  AS I am losing weight and getting in shape. An image was difficult to come up with  but I felt first just a spark of life. then bright colored lights at my core. Like a little explosion of fireworks. Multi colored. I felt I should especially feel this while I was eating. While I was experiencing food. I was imagining going to dinner at Dame's Chicken and Waffles. I would be drinking delicious water. I would be enjoying each bite. Even though I was having a possibly high calorie meal I can have it the context of a very healthy day. The key is to concentrate on the Vitality to feel the vitality and if I don't feel the Vitality of the food don't eat it. This is a big deal. [LH]

The Analyzer App

4:43pm

The Analyzer App [1st: The dream has no physical setting]

There is no physical location. I am going through a process. It has a visual component, but it primarily has a logical and emotional result. I may be using an app, like on a smart phone, to analyze something else. I may be analyzing another app, something that is very good and has a lot of value, possibly for someone else I care for. Each time I run this program through the analyzer it comes out not looking very good. I just see some vague simple abstract shapes. They may be yellow, they may be moving around. When I see the analysis I am sad. It is as if I am taking something beautiful, analyzing it and making it less than.

I do this process at least twice. As I am waking up and going back and forth into the dream, I perform the process at least twice, and get the same results each time.  I have a hard time naming the dream and as I try and remember the main components, I am confused.  I get a brief flash of a whale and I am waking. Apparently if I put a whale through this process I would be get beautiful and meaningful results, but not the the item I am analyzing.

Analyze this!

Notes: Perhaps the most confusing dream I have had. No idea what it is about or what it may mean. [1st] It may be the first time I have had a dream that takes place in a realm that is not physical. It is primarily mental with a dash of visual  80/20%. Very odd.

This was an afternoon nap.

A pitch for a New Restaurant *** Needs editing ***

1:50 PM

A pitch for a New Restaurant

I am briefly at my front door as I leave my apartment. I see the my doorbell or some sort of plaque next to my door in great detail. I walk out from the apartment very soon there I'm at a table out front or at another site. I sit down I don't outdoor table there's at least two other people they're both men and I start talking to the young man next to me. He tells me about a new restaurant that he is planning. Doesn't actually talk about the restaurant he talks about the food. And he has some with him. It is some kind of fusion between maybe Asian Mexican Hawaiian I'm not sure. It's something that you can pick up in your fingers like a taco it's very juicy Scott fruit and meat. It looks delicious and I comment I just ate and I'm not hungry but it looks so delicious I'm going to try it. And I do. We continue talking then he shows me the menu that he's going to use and all the items on it. I get very excited and call my friends like on his cell phone. To get them to come over I was supposed to meet up with them. But instead I tell them to come here. They start to arrive in the dream ends.

Notes. I am experimenting with WI LD and did not have a lucid dream but did successfully fall asleep on my back. I also took to listen to me. So I want to have more than one puny dream. I tried to readjust everything and go back to sleep on my back I noticed that it's difficult controlling my arms. I assume it's because it they are partially paralyzed. I managed to kind of go back into the dream but it's the exact same dream with the exact same information. And I do this several times I then wake up and look at the clock and realize it's getting late I have to go pick up the dogs. I still go back for a few minutes I go back in into the same topic but now I have a super close supervision the image of the owner but now the owner is not the person I've been talking to Woods like someone with a mascara very like a painted face in it might be some kind of a Hawaiian or Bob I don't know some kind a native it's it a highly stylized face. I'm not sure. But the status like another kabuki thing repeat A repeating theme. I also start sexually fantasizing about the woman who runs the dog salon. She is very attractive. And I have a very active imagination and almost go into a dream state of birth and Roddick fantasy with her is in great detail.


Ideas for life

The fun party the party the parties.

Do fitness videos and all sorts of advice for old people

The Wedding, 31st Day of 40 Day Intensive

8:30 AM.

Note: End of 40 Day Dream Intensive Incubation ends a week from Saturday n the 24th of September. That means I can potentially put 10 straight "full days" together.

The Wedding   [RT: Campus, School]


Scene 1. The Proposal. I am young and with a large group of young people. On sort of a campus possibly college campus. It's very wide open very straight streets. Everything is very flat. [There may be earlier parts of the dream that I have forgotten. But it is assumed that there's going to be a wedding. At least two young people are going to get married. There may have been a proposal. I don't remember. I believe there was also an extended discussion about masturbation.]

Scene 2. The Advisor. I've just come out of an extensive discussion I believe about masturbation. I am walking by myself away from the group. I am naked possibly having just completed masturbating. I sit down on the side of the curb. As I do the scene morphs from the night into the morning as I sit there. I morph into a statue or just a lone figure unmoving in a sitting stooped over position. Even though I'm sitting naked on the side of the road I don't stick out. I have just become part of the landscape, like a statue.

Scene 3. The Brogue. I am with the groom in his house. It's very elaborate it's almost like the inside of a cathedral. While it's large and spacious possibly stone it's still very simple and elegant. The doorbell rings. It's an excited young woman likely a bridesmaid. She starts twittering about all of the ideas for details of the wedding that the bride has expressed. She starts describing all the things they are going to plan during the wedding. The groom is a bit taken back by all this and makes a pronouncement. I believe it is a single word. I'm calling it the Brugue although I don't remember that word specifically from the dream. I came up with it afterwards. The idea is that he is going to have an Irish theme to the wedding. Again that word doesn't appear but he suddenly envisions himself in a kilt and that embodies many many details that have to do with Scottish tradition. At the same time even though he has a traditional accent he doesn't believe in a lot of the traditions. He doesn't follow them in his daily life. So his sudden pronouncement there will be a Scottish wedding is a little self-serving and trivial and will impose many details that he really is not passionate about.

Scene 4. The Importance of Nipples. We are walking away from the house and having an extended discussion. The groom is talking about detail he feels needs to be addressed and I I suddenly pronounce that of course nipples are very important. This seems to be a surprise to him and sounds very insignificant discuss my personal preference. I like rather large and suckable nipples. I further say that even though I have a preference for puffy nipples that this is something that is difficult to base a relationship on because they often go away as the woman gets older. I then conclude that of course whatever his nipple preferences are he has thought about this and has already taken it into account in his choice of a bride. In the back of my mind I'm thinking, no he hasn't thought about this at all that it is an indication he is not really ready to get married.

Notes: I edited in the word Scottish and brogue. In the dream I remember an accent and a kilt. I originally wrote in Irish, but when the word brogue occurred to me and the image of a kilt, it is Scottish (or some mixed jumble in the dream)

I believe I was awoken by Cindy's alarm. I remembered that I was in the middle of a dream and the words “the wedding” immediately came to mind. Then without moving or moving very little and remaining in the dark by putting something over my eyes I try to go back into the dream or at least go back and remember details, assign scenes. etc. 

I have again gone to sleep very late and I'm planning on going back to sleep with a dream supplement and try the WILD technique again. But now I'm thinking that's a stupid idea. I need to bite the bullet stay up and do the things that I need to do to have a full day, and a full life.

Coca-Cola Shaving Cream

2:09 pm

Coca-Cola Shaving Cream [S; Lucidimine, x2] [HD]

Scene 1. I'm with another person. I think it's a guy. He may be shopping for something very large like a couch.The dream is going on for some time but at this point we are driving downtown and are looking to go to a particular place to go shopping. We are narrow streets in a big city there is a big opening to the store . it's open to the street. We are in a large convertible we parked the car right in the opening for the store. We could continue through the first store go into the back there is a whole series of stores in. 3 old architecture Pier Like maybe 50 years old.

Scene 2.We work our way down a floor there is a boutique shop. We look around that has all sorts of specialty items. There's one particular item that I pick up. It's very unique. Made partially out of plastic. I look at it very closely and recognize the design. But feel this one is slightly different so it may be a knock off. I asked my friend if he wants it he says no. We go to another store.

Scene 3. We are now at another store. We are waiting in line at the cash register and I see a small item on the Shelf. One of the shelves are supposed to be an Impulse buy while you're waiting in line. And it is Coca-Cola shaving cream. I see it in a lot of detail the canister is black and white and the design is such that when you look at it on one side it's mostly black on the other side it's mostly white so if you know if you just glance at it you think I might be two different products depending on your perspective. I get up in the counter I had the item to the man the cashier. He starts looking for a price. And can't find one. There is a very elaborate long. Of time where we are looking at everything on the can eat little Abbreviation trying to figure out what the prices. Finally he goes back to the shop and get to look at the price. Comes back and bring that up. But now is cash register is not functioning properly. It's like his cash drawer is out there's like a branch in it I don't know it's weird. So I count he tells me it is $4.75. Cut out the $4 and then look at him and I had him another dollar and so will that do. Knowing that they'll be an extra quarter that you will have to deal with in his cash register. He says it's fine. I wake up.

Notes: When I wake up I think it's odd that I called it for 75 and not $5 when I kinda doubt the money I don't know why.

I tried a WILD technique. Slept for 5 hrs, put the dogs out and tried to go to sleep on my back. As usual, my arm get very heavy very fast but I have problems with needing to swallow and can’t get fully to sleep. I have at least three brief glimpses into a dream. Still not sure how to keep my conscious open but switch to dream mode. I felt encouraged.

I had a scene that the location was familiar. It was the deep dark city just before we went into the store. The whole feeling was of night, dark, the streets possibly being wet. Like they often do in movies (look up why they do that). I have been to cities in several dreams. Do I have a series of dream locations? Interesting.

One possibility: As an ex-photographer talking out his wazzoo, a dry street looks dirty, and I bet if you checked with a light meter a dry street would bounce more light. A wet street has greater saturation, and would make the subjects pop.

Or possibly this explanation: Because of the bodily fluids of the street people. Most big cities make their own gravy.

City Gravy?

The New Job,

12:59 a.m.

The New Job [RT:Office/Hotel/Campus] [HD] [RT: Recurring Location]

I'm on a large campus /hotel/resort. [There are several dream fragments as I go in and out of sleep]

I see a very large penis. It is fully erect. There's nothing else in this scene just the penis. It may be a foot or more in diameter and maybe six feet long, it's just very large. It starts to cum in massive quantities. White gooey stuff. May not even be human, it might be sugary white stuff.

[this scene is repeated more than once] I'm driving in a car. It may be a convertible. I come to a very wide open intersection. I'm not sure which way to turn. Everything in the dream is incredibly clear bright and vivid.

At one point I am contemplating where I am. I am at an annual sales conference. In a place that I come back to year after year.

I get some communication about a new job. I call a friend of mine, named Bob, who now works for them. He used to work for the company I'm with currently. I hint that I may be coming to work for the same firm where he is. He comments are you coming to work here. I say something cagy like well they offered me a job I will see if they come through with it.

I am now walking through the door into my new job. There are 3 or 4 people in the lobby. One of them is a beautiful young woman who is a redhead. There is something like a pit that you have to walk across possibly on a bridge to get into the main building. Bob is acting very glad to see me, he's joking around. He's fooling around with the young woman. The pit is very professionally engineered. It is about 8 ft square. It has a wooden structure on the bottom. The structure looks like those logs that you build log cabins out out of. They have been stripped and planed perfectly smooth. They're not stained, they look raw and fresh. They line the bottom of the pit and are perfectly engineered. Bob is fooling around with this girl and is teasing her like the are kids. He starts pulling on her hair, pushing her down into the pit, possibly taking a broom and brushing it on her face. Something that would be completely unprofessional but maybe kids would do. He's not actually hurting her but he's definitely overpowering her . He is making it impossible for her to do anything but basically lay at the bottom of the pit and take it. I comment that Bob hasn't changed at all. I thought it was just the way he acted around me but apparently this is the way he acts everywhere.

Notes. The character Bob is very familiar. I am trying to figure out if he is a particular person or amalgam of several people. I worked with Bob in the GT lab. There was a Bob in high school. There was a Chuck at C3. They were all tall, funny, gregarious, physical. I’m still not sure. The dream character seemed very realistic.

Recurring theme: Multiple levels of recurring themes/repeating. The theme of work and being in an office or large complex is very familiar. In this dream I have been to this site several times. Individual scenes in the dream seem to repeat as I go in and out of the dream. Wow, could my dream be telling me I am just repeating myself in my waking life? Time for a new direction. Stupid line from a remake of terminator…”As Sarah Connor traces a line from the boy’s wrist to the end of his finger…”Just go in a straight line, don’t look back.” She is trying to keep him from being frozen in panic as he is being chased.

This is weird. Last night Mary Grigsby gave a talk on energy at the Oasis. She was demonstrating how to balance the energy in your body during fall/the equinox. In two ways she traced meridian lines down the arm and out the finger or thumb. She mentioned the Wayne Cook method for reducing the effects of ADD. So it took me reviewing my dream to see the connection between two things that happened in my waking life. Now I have a theme for my world motorcycle tour.

Making your dreams come true, literally. 

How lucid dreams can manifest change in your waking life.

Start an online (Zoom?) Dream sharing Circle.

Danny Boy

2:21 p.m.

Danny Boy [Big Dream] [Rated R: Mature Theme]

I am in a crowded working place. Maybe a market. There's a lot of bustling and moving around there are tables People carrying heavy loads. I am with at least one other person. Is not clear what I am doing. There is an ominous feeling to my work We are working very hard at What maybe Meat Processing. Sam's rows big slabs of raw meat. There's some blood. Again a lot of activity. This goes on for an extended. Of time.

The more I work the more I realize something is very wrong. These are not animal carcasses these are human carcasses. Somehow the person that I am working with and I are responsible for killing them. I have no memory of the incident. But I have an increasing knowledge of who these people are and that the circumstances of their deaths were very complex.

These are not random strangers they were people that I was very close to. They were part of a larger extended family. The people that run the family the Patriarchs run the business that I'm working on. They don't realize what we have done. So I am working on these carcasses trying to destroy the evidence so that I will not be discovered. We are getting close to the end of our task when someone realizes something is very wrong. They start looking for us and we start hiding underneath all of the furniture and the activity.

We are crawling around. The people looking for us don't realize we're there. So they're very concerned, they're very anxious but they aren't looking for us in the immediate vicinity. I have a deep sense of guilt and purpose. I have no idea why I did this, but it was no accident. Then all hell breaks loose. there is frantic chasing grabbing escaping. Everyone knows us. Please try to hide in plain sight. At some point when we get just Out Of Reach for a side of our pursuers we stand up act relax and walking to the marketplace. Several people see us and recognize us they are not aware that anything odd is going on. We casually walk out of town with the intention of ever coming back. 

"Danny Boy"

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the roses falling

It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying

If I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an ave there for me.

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Notes: I'm calling this a big dream for a couple of reasons. Initially it is the intensity and strangeness of the emotions. And the fact that someone was murdered by me. The other thing is how long my memory of this dream persisted. I went to bed early in the morning like 7 o'clock. I suspect I had this dream around 10 o'clock in the morning. I briefly woke up. Rollover went immediately back to sleep. when I awoke later maybe a couple of hours. I felt like I'd gone back into the dream and relive the whole thing. I had no specific memory from list last dream session but still very clear images of the dream that happened a couple of hours before. I named it I reviewed it. I went back to sleep. After all now several hours I still have a very clear memory of this dream. It gives me very uneasy feeling. I have no idea what this means.

Danny Boy: The title of the song came to me. I thought that it was because the setting felt vaguely rural Irish. Now that I look at the lyrics, it is about dying. If you had asked me what this song is about (I have heard pieces of it a million times) I would just say sweet memories of Ireland. Weird. 

The Great Flu Epidemic of 2000 Whatever

10:29 AM

The Great Flu Epidemic of 2000 Whatever

Scene one. I'm sitting outside a large house on a bench. I am with a doctor who lives in the house and I work for. A woman comes over who is traveling with a large family. There may be eight people. She wants the flu vaccine for family but does not want them to be examined. The reason for this is that if someone has the flu they may need to be quarantined or worse. She's particularly concerned about an 80-year-old granddad. The doctor says of course that's what they want but he he is going to examine them all anyway.

It is my job to prepare the serum. There are doses that are in tan old fashion little black doctors bag. I am fishing around in there to put them together, there is something wrong. They're dirty. Somethings may be missing. We decide to go inside to prepare the doses.

Scene two. We are climbing up the outside portion of the house. It's like a tower or the surround for a chimney. We're climbing hand over hand. We're having casual conversation while we're doing the climb. It's at that point where one of the characters in the ream, it may even be me, declares this is the great flu epidemic of 2000 whatever, because I can't remember the exact date.

Scene three. A conversation starts between a woman and the doctor. They knew each other when they were young. [I don't remember if the conversation started while we were climbing or started once we got to the top]. What becomes apparent is that the woman was in love with the doctor but the doctor was not particularly in love with the woman. He is now happily married as an old man with a family. But she still has this heartache. So he writes her a song. And after he writes it he starts performing it. He is playing a guitar and singing it like he's a cowboy out on the range. It's a weird love song and he laments that he didn't really love her but even if he didn't she was still beautiful etc. Some crazy dream logic like that [DL].

So we are's sitting around like we are out on the range in a western movie. And now there is a younger man who is singing the same song with the same weird perspective. And we are just listening to it. I begin to wake up. 

Notes: I woke up earlier after three or four hours sleep at about 7 o'clock. I was in the middle of a very elaborate dream but I got out of bed immediately and even though I could remember while I got up it rapidly faded. I was trying to fool with the application Google Docs and it was a little bit complex my attention was on that and I just almost literally saw the dream fade. Fortunately this time I had the discipline to stay in bed with my eyes closed to review the dream before I got up.

The Dreaded [NDR], Not a Breakthrough Yet,

4:11pm

The Dreaded [NDR] [S: Lucidimine, x2]

Notes: I did not go to sleep until dawn. I had a really good day and way wring about the :breakthrough." Well a breakthrough is not a breakthrough unless there is follow through. It a pitched battle when the tide changes, it is only a breakthrough if the soldiers charge through the breach and take advantage. If they didn't, we would never hear about it. Alexander Fleming's discovery of penicillin would not have happen if he had thrown out his petri dish contaminated with "mold juice."
When pharmacist John Pemberton put coca leaves and cola nuts together he was looking for a headache cure. If he had just said, "wow, that's good" we would...well you get the idea. Me, I, get the idea. Insights are cataliyst, actions change the world. So, there's still time to breathe some fire into my breakthrough. But I need to act. Move. Work. Onward.

I took 2 Lucidimine this morning after 5-6 hours of sleep. When I was waking a remembered nothing. I tried to back back into the dream, I think I did,, I still remembered nothing. I came to the realization that not at least starting the clean up of my den, and my financial life, yesterday is blocking my dreams!  Lucid Dreams  ≡  Lucid Life.  So get on it.

The Processor of Humans, The Mall That is being Converted Into Apartments

8:21 AM

The Processor of Humans

I am sitting in a makeshift bathroom. They're all sorts of pipes and paraphernalia lying around. I'm sitting down like I'm going to the toilet but my clothes are still on.. I may be Asian. I do something equivalent to flushing the toilet. But I just hear water rustling through the pipes. And I do something and flushes it a second time.I see gray water comes out on the floor. I have my shoes on and  the soles of my shoes get slightly wet. I believe there's a third process where again something happens and water/sewage somehow process through the system. The odd thing is that there is another secret process happening behind the scenes. But I am also controlling or facilitating that process.  And as I go through this seemingly very inefficient way of processing waste there is another human being somewhere that is being processed for a much darker purpose. I am being used to front this process. In some way ultimately I benefit. Maybe just by staying alive it's not clear.

Notes. I roll over I remember this dream. I review it a few times. So as I go over the dream it feels like I am a prisoner working for a communist government or possibly some kind of smuggling gang. It's only in the dream logic this makes any sense at all. [DL] When I wake up I just have the feeling I've been doing something literally and figuratively dirty. Not happy.

4:06 p.m.

The Mall That is Being Converted Into Apartments

I am touring the mall that is being converted into apartments with a real estate agent. She is explaining to me the details of the project. There seems to be some confusion with her whether it is a mall being converted into apartments or apartments being converted into a mall. She insists on the former hence the name of the dream. But very rapidly it becomes obvious that it is the latter. We are touring an apartment building that at one time was very luxurious and is being be converted into a mall. I comment that it must have been very fancy back in the 80’s but is now very tired and basically depressing.

As we are taking a tour of the facilities we are walking up a very large fairly steep ramp. It is the floor of a previously luxurious restaurant. Diners are in formal dress sitting at tables. The waiter is working so hard walking up the ramp trying to serve someone that he's getting really sweaty.

We continue the tour and discuss how some workers are smashing the walls that used to be the outside wall of an apartment. We see them start to convert a solid wall into the glass front of a business. We discuss or I try to imagine has the living space is going to be converted into retail or office space. It seems clumsy and not a good fit.

Scene two. The Wild Ride. I am now very close to a young couple that may have just been married. They are standing by the wedding cake and preparing to cut it. Have on fancy clothes but there dark. The start feeding each other the cake but the table and a whole platform they are on turns out to be kind of a roller coaster ride. It is just going downhill but is going downhill very rapidly. As they are accelerating going down they're clothes start blowing in the wind. They start kissing. They continue making mad passionate love ripping each others clothes off. [If it was a movie it would be R rated]

Scene 3 The elaborate production. There is a series of very elaborate scenes or productions. Afterwords I am Discussing them with another person. I get the impression that he is very wealthy and potentially powerful. We are discussing whether the previous scenes were real or whether they were produced in some way. He is convinced it was all a dream. I leave the conversation briefly and go consult a third party. During that meeting I get very convincing evidence that indeed the scenes were real they were not a dream. I return and tell the man this. He explains that they must have been done by someone with a very specific name I don't remember. I wake up the dream ends

Scene 4 Back into the dream. [I move slightly but keep my sleep mask on, I want to review the dream, with Google Maker, but am very briefly taken into a dream scene] Someone has made a rather poor version of shepherd's pie. It has a tiny amount of mashed potatoes crust and canned peas. The person comments it is not very good or appetizing. [I pull out of the dream and review the previous dream several times]

Notes: Wow. What is going on? First of all, I went back to sleep at 10:00? May have been past 11:00, but I didn't wake up until 4:00! That is after 6hrs sleep. 11 hours!?!?!?  My growing ability to go back into the dream state is beginning to impress/concern me. Is this a growing skill or just a master plan for procrastination.  Today I very briefly rode my bike and meditated before gong back to sleep. I say I am committed to finally cleaning the dem and doing a report of the house I repaired over a year ago. And I am committed to more meditation and possible sort bouts of exercise/stretchering while I am writing and cleaning. Is this indeed a breakthrough. What and exactly when was the "Breakthrough?"

Post from September 5th:

Notes: I think this may be a Breakthrough for several reason. 1. I am desperately ready for one. 2. I got the hawk's emphatic agreement with my need to get up earlier when I was dictating the words this morning. 3. I went from will to shall. 4. I got some immediate results when I made the change. 5. This is all about having faith without dogma. This is a convoluted topic that I am not straight on, but it is critical. Deal with it in Prelude to a Dream today. I need the faith, sort out the relationship to dogma.

I did an extensive post on my Burton 5. blog after writing up my first dream today. It was about having faith now being the all important thing. It was a series of pictures about what I want with the realization that having to faith to believe I will get them is ALL IMPORTANT. It is NOT the getting, it is the BELIEVING.

Be Here Now

Believing

This is weirdly connected to the hypothesis we are in a giant simulation by a very advanced society. So what if we are? How does that impact how we should behave? It is starting to become slightly clear and very circular. In order for this to be important it needs to be tr truly life changing. 

Luck of the Gypsies, The Rider

5:47 AM

Afternoon in the City  [RT: Office/Work, and City]
Renamed to: Luck of the Gypsies

Scene 1 I'm watching two people in a car. It is an old station wagon. It's dirty white. It's part of a farm some kind of working enterprise. They are discussing that they need to have it washed but they are standing up in the car. It's still moving. It's as if they are moving along with the car as it approaches the car wash. They calmly discuss how all of  the windows are open. . How it is going to get soaking wet. And then maybe later get cold and frozen and whatever problem is going to be created. But they don't really intend to do anything about it they're just discussing it calmly as if it's a natural phenomena.

Scene 2. There are four of us now in two separate cars and we are going to the city for the afternoon and evening. We pull off the side of the road. [I think this looks familiar, from another dream I had in the city. It maybe Washington DC., maybe New York City. Or a combination] We pull the two cars over and we get out and we make a plan for the afternoon. Two of the people, possibly two men, are going to go a separate way together and possibly meet us later. There is another person that I am with. [Could be a man could be a woman I'm not sure] We are going to meet up for a business meeting later with a client. But I have the afternoon to myself. And I start walking down the street.

Scene 3. As I'm walking down the street I start fooling with what I think is a raincoat and later becomes an umbrella. It is is a compacted piece of black flexible plastic. As I unfold it from the inside out it becomes obvious what it is. First a raincoat. Then on an umbrella. It's black and shiny.

I realize that I need to meet up with the other person several hours later. During that time I need to prepare for the meeting possibly go to the library to do some research. But most of the afternoon I have to myself. As I walk down the street I realize people are singing. It's as if I'm in a musical and there is a song going on and each person is singing a few words or a few lines. It's something like I love New York. I may be singing with them as well. Now that I realize I'm in the song walking down the street I'm enjoying it and interacting with different people as I walk down the street.

Scene 4. I come to a group of gypsies. They are playing a game in a circle but they're also doing some work like baking or something I'm not sure what. They're dressed in peasant garb from the middle ages.  The game they are playing involves a coin or a small item being tossed back-and-forth and when it comes to each they bump it up in the air and keep it going. They are out on the sidewalk so as I walk through their group the coin hits me and I've hit it with my shoulder or hand and it is tossed up in the air and the game continues. So I'm a little surprised that I briefly participate in the game and didn't interrupt it but I'm still not through the circle. Just before I leave the coin lands on my back it is caught like in a sleeve or pocket or something. So it doesn't hit the ground but the game is stopped. A woman next to me picks the coin out from wherever it is on my back and I turn around and look at her. She is extraordinarily beautiful and young. She hands me the coin. She explains it to me and to one of the other men in the game that this was very fortuitous the way it landed on me and it was a natural thing and she hands me the corn and says I should keep it. And then I think that I am so lucky that a gypsy has given me a coin. Usually it is the other way around. I look into her eyes see her face and in credible detail. I ask her if I can spend some time with her. I am thinking and I explaine to her that I'm much older and it's this is not some sort of romantic opportunity I'm not propositioning her I just want to spend the afternoon with her. Then I wake up

Notes: I move slightly but still keep my eyes close I realize I have been dreaming. I go back in the dream and am trying to remember it. Break it down into scenes. As I do this I go back into the dream and there's a new scene that I start participating in. I resist and try to remember the dream so that I can report it.

Weegee Hogging the Bed.

It's warm in the bed and Weejee as usual is leaning against me. I finally get frustrated and completely turn around. I'm trying to get away from her so that her body is not touching mine but she keeps nudging over..At one point I take my hand and place it on my stomach so that she is only leaning against my hand and not my stomach. I feel that this is going to make me less hot. But when I think back on the dream I think. I may have just imagined moving my hand and I'm wondering if that was my first episode of moving an imaginary hand and possibly doing an out of body experience. It's difficult to tell.I was also dreaming about some process I was doing with my body that made no sense when I woke up. Another indicator I was dreaming.

Notes: It's now 6:03. Exactly the time that I told myself I need to get up each morning. I'm going to get up. And stay up for the morning trying to see if I can stay up all day and therefore go to bed early tonight. [DH] I its becoming more apparent that I often visit familiar places in my dreams. This is a dream sign for me. I can use this during the day as a reality check. Notice familiar places during the day and ask, "am I dreaming?"  When I am dreaming it should feel/look familiar but different. Help me become lucid.

1:27p

The Rider

[I am in my bed after going back to sleep..I said I wouldn't. I wake and feel it is about 11:00a, ~2hrs of sleeping, but I am not sure. I try and have one more dream, I do not remember any at the moment, but know I have been dreaming. I can hear the fan, it is on high. I had a brief image of grass, very stiff short grass, and imagine that the fan is the sound of a lawn mower as I try and go back into the dream world. I a torn weather I am procrastinating or working. I wake and realize I have been dreaming.]

There are several others in the dream. Young men and women. One of the women comments that I am now "one of the boys" but she doesn't use the word boys. She says decker, like one who builds decks and is identifying me by what activity I am doing with the other guys. It makes me feel warm and wanted. I am riding a bike. I am zipping through traffic and nimbly steering the bike even though there is something missing, like an arm. No worries, I come to a curb, glide onto the sidewalk, make a tight circle and stop. I wake up.

Notes: Upon awakening I realize a couple of things that make me happy.  First that [DH] I intentionally went into the dream world very effectively morphing the real world fan noise into a dream lawnmower noise (it usually happens by accident in the opposite direction). Second that I was riding a bike and it was possible a motorcycle earlier in the dream. The movement is very similar. I really felt the movement. The riding is the second thing I want to do after looking in the mirror in my next lucid dream/The Phase. Very cool. Now if I can just figure out a way to ride into the dream like I mowed the grass into this one.

So this is literally my dream bike. I am dreaming of owning it, but I want to ride it in a dream. The meaning of literal gets a little sketchy at this point. 

The Young Space Doctor, In and Out with The Phase Technique

7:38a

The Young Space Doctor

I am an older man, possibly a doctor. I am supporting colony, possibly on another planet. I am competing with a younger doctor, possibly romantically as well as professionally. I have responsibilities that goe beyond medicine. The young doctor performs a medical service that is also notable environmentally sustainable. I report his actions making more likely that he will stay and create personal conflicts for me, but be good for the community. This happens a second time. I am awoken by the dogs.

Notes: No thoughts of The Phase or Google Maker when I wake up. I stayed up waaaay too late (3-4a). I should have a good opportunity to do WBTB but will piss away the morning, a beautiful post Labor Day morning.

147 p.m.

In and Out with The Phase Technique

I wake up but do not move or open my eyes. I try and remember my dream and I have a vague recollection about making something possibly like a cookie. But then I remember I'm supposed to be doing the face. My arms are very heavy so I feel I am very close to the face. I try and roll over Set up or just left at 8. Then I tried to rotate through the techniques. I try and remember an image and go back into the dream. It doesn't seem to work and then an incredibly Vivid Image appears. It's like I'm looking at black top possibly a Runway there are these bold bright orange symbols painted there's a very specific word that I almost here but I have now forgotten. I try and go through the other Techniques rapidly. Looking at and then rubbing my hands so that I can hear them. The imagine of swimming. But I keep getting distracted possibly going back into the dream partially not lucid. I'm supposed to be doing for quick rotations. I don't think I ever complete that. The dogs move the phone rings it cetera. I wake up. It has been 5 hours!

Notes: Is this progress? I will say yes. In his eBook The Phase, Michael Raduga says the biggest reason people fail is because they fail to follow the procedures, specifically not doing the 4 cycles of 2-3 techniques rapidly (2-3 seconds each. All of this in less than a minute, not 5 hours! If you find yourself in the phase you are supposed to do a reality check (look in the mirror) and then do the first thing on your list, in my case, ride a red Honda Super Magna motorcycle after looking in the mirror. You need to be militarily strident in your effort and then go with it when you find yourself in The Phase. So I will mark all of this struggling down to progress.

Valeria Lukyanova, The Phase Model and Internet Sensation

The Office, in 4 Scenes, The Unfortunate Office Helper

9 o'clock a.m.

The Office, in 4 Scenes

Scene 1. I am in the office. I'm with another co-worker. I'm frustrated / angry because I can't find something. I am looking for a report or a manual.It is definitely a stack of flexible paper that is bound together. This report or document will tell me exactly what I need to do. Because I can't find it I am a little uncertain.

As we're leaving the office I start thinking in detail about my boss. Now I'm a salesman. So it is a sales manager I'm thinking about. I think about what a jerk he is. Then I think about it from his perspective. I think he might actually  be a good guy struggling. And then I have some similar thoughts about a second or earlier boss. Somewhere about this time I open a huge massive door. I don't actually open it it's already open I just feel like I'm moving it to walk out. It's very solid, it may be wood or some other material. It feels like it has a texture to it. The color is a dark green.

Scene 2 The same office worker I was with and I decided to go out for coffee. We are driving in his car in the parking lot. He hits another car that is parked. I see this hyper-focused view of his left hand corner just below the headlight hit the other car. He hits the other car on the right also very close to the head light. The headlight sort of sticks out. The car may be from the thirties or forties. It is green. As we are leaving the scene I see that the entire bumper of the car is up. It looks like a hood but it's just the right side fender. Doesn't look particularly smashed but it's completely up in the air It is obvious there's been an accident. I comment to him that  when we come back let's go another way. Because if someone sees his car right next to that car it's going to be obvious that his car is one that caused the accident.

Scene 3. We are in a garage. We have parked the car. But now there's a woman with us. She knows the people that run the garage and they're very friendly to us. They give us a each cup of coffee. Then they toss her something  small, she catches it. It's something that they don't ask her to pay for. And I wonder if that person even noted it in inventory or is she kind of stealing it and giving it to her friend. [The garage is familiar. I have had others dreams that take place in a garage, this may be the same one]

Scene 4. I decide to meet them out front and just have to exit the building. We may be going to another place to get something to eat I'm not sure. But the layout is very strange and arduous. Sort of like an elaborate play structure for children but it's almost museum quality. I'm climbing up a ladder that has been custom made into this environment and there are  metal rungs. As I get to the top it's something that is like a scaled-down child's version of an airplane . It's very robust and is made to be climbed on. It's a royal blue color. In order to get over the edge I've been climbing up this ladder built into the side of a wall  I have to get on my belly to climb over this structure that looks like an airplane, I am climbing over the wing. I finally get on my feet. I look down a large series of stairs descending  to the floor of the lobby. I fly or float very slowly down to the bottom. I made a wide arc and very gently landed at the bottom. As I land I realize that I am dreaming. I wake up

I try doing The Phase. Immediately as I wake up I practice doing The Phase. It's not perfect but it's close. I was unable to visualize myself in the mirror at all. But I went through 4 repetitions of the techniques very rapidly. Since I was not successful I prepared to go back to sleep. Then I realized that I just had an elaborate dream and I used Google Maker to visualize the detail of the dream. This time when I went through each scene I remembered it in detail. I went through it two or three times.The final time I was still remembering new detail. Now, instead of the original vivid application skin/interface I see the picture of the one I posted. Frustrating and weird. The one I originally dreamed of was much simpler and prettier. 

Notes: I found it easy and natural to try and do The Phase induction. If it worked, fine, I would go lucid/Out-of-body. When it did not, I was supposed to go back to sleep. Instead, still without opening my eyes, I went through the detailed dream review with Google Maker. I went back to sleep and had no trouble remembering the dream when I awoke 1 1/2 hours later.

My impression of The Phase was very positive. I felt close to something happening.  I found it ironic that in the next dream I had a vivid experience of looking at myself in the mirror, but was totally unable to even visualize the mirror in The Phase.

The Unfortunate Office Helper

I am going to class, possibly something about math. When I sit down to practice the work it actually seems very easy. Which is a surprise. [Recently had a dream that was just the opposite]

I am doing some task and there is a large shallow dish filled with orange juice. I ask for assistance from another student . He reminds me of the goofy guy on 30 Rock. Probably is that same actor. He picks up the bowl to help me and spills it all over himself. So I was trying to get some help to prevent doing that to myself, but instead cause someone else to have the disaster.

Scene 2. I am discussing work slash study with the person the was standing next to me in the mirror. Or this is just previous to standing in front of the mirror. We both work for museums. None of this explains all the details Administration whatever that we're learning. He makes a comment about museums in two or three different cities. I was not familiar with the names exactly but I thought they were all sort of south of New York City Any made some kind of sarcastic remark. About the Museum's themselves being wonderful that people never going there because of their location.

Scene 3 . I'm standing in front of a mirror looking the jacket I'm wearing. It's a brown jacket. Has a tag on it because it's brand new. I slightly carelessly pull off the tag. Turns out okay doesn't rip anything I'm admiring myself in the mirror. But I only see the detail of the Jack and I do not see myself in the mirror. There's someone else standing next to me that's also getting ready.

Notes: I felt really bad for the guy who got orange juice spilled all over in particular since it was partially my fault.

I wrote down this dream first because I had not done the Google Maker technique on it. I had a pretty good recall and just went downstairs to record it. The previous, much more detailed dream

Caring for Hollywood Matron, I Shall Lucid Dream, Dan, Dan.

9:10 AM

Caring for Elderly Hollywood Matron  Dreaded [NDR]

Notes:

"Elderly" was in the original title and I believe part of the problem with remembering.

I was using Google Maker  again. Had a fairly good visual representation. I know I had three or four dreams.At one point I had three dreams clearly in my mind I was creating titles right when I created the title another one vanish from my memory. This is all while I'm basically not moving. Still in the bed.

Dora came and stood on my head. Which kind of pissed me off. I've got no one to be angry at except for myself. I've got to start getting up earlier. Got to. Got to.

Just to emphasize the point a  hawk cried 15 times or more in a row. I don't think I've ever heard that many. Rather amazing and pointed.

Looks like I'm halfway through 40 day intensive. I'm gonna take that as there's still hope for me yet.

In order to remember my dreams better I need to have stable  succinct titles. Try not to cram so much into the title that I forget the actual dream. As soon as I remember the first one do the title but then review the detail of the dream. Each time I go through the list keep the title  the same and review detail possibly every scene.

If it's a big dream, wake up record it so I need to keep the phone by the bed.

2:25 p.m.

I Shall Lucid Dream, Dan, Dan.  [PL] [WILD]

Snippet 1. I'm in my bed going back and forth into the dream state taking an afternoon nap. Actually it started a little after 11 o'clock. I've been practicing the incubation/mantra, "I will lucid dream. I will lucid dream" multiple times. Change it from "I will lucid dream". to "I shall lucid dream dream." As I enter the dream I'm pulling up in a car and see someone standing on the curb. They may be standing on the sidewalk like in front of a restaurant or something. I'm not sure For some reason I am reluctant to engage them.

Snippet 2. There are a series of vague encounters. I don't remember any of the details. I did very briefly and then didn't focus on them well enough. Somewhere in the middle of the series I realize I'm dreaming. Sort of. I say "I am dreaming in the dream." I do not do a reality check, I wake up.

Snippet 3. I'm attempting to get another dream character's attention. I say "Dan Dan ". I wake up with those words on my lips. I think it must be past 1 o'clock. Turns out it was almost 2:30p.

Notes:

I could call this call  pre-lucid, sort of lucid, trying to be listed. Doesn't really matter it's close. It's very close. Plus it's a WILD. Wake Induced Lucid Dream attempt. Going directly from consciousness into a dream. This is what I should concentrate on. Likely will work best in the phase where I am trying to extend lucid dreams or during  a nap or late in the morning after waking back to bed

 Look up the technique, concentrate on it. Or just do my own thing sometimes (but be organized).

I think this may be a Breakthrough for several reason. 1. I am desperately ready for one. 2. I got the hawk's emphatic agreement with my need to get up earlier when I was dictating the words this morning. 3. I went from will to shall. 4. I got some immediate results when I made the change. 5. This is all about having faith without dogma. This is a convoluted topic that I am not straight on, but it is critical. Deal with it in Prelude to a Dream today. I need the faith, sort out the relationship to dogma.

Yes..you!

The Dark Past

11:38 a.m.

The Dark Past

[This is series of dream snippets with a common theme that I went in and out of with minimal moving. ]

Scene 1. There are two shapes moving down a path. Everything is dark. The ships are almost two-dimensional. There more Shadows than actually anything else. They don't look like humans they look like abstract shapes. The small one and a larger one. .2 rectangles with rounded tops What the shape of 2 tombstones of classic rounded ones. but there But they're not solid it just kind of wispy things moving down a dark Road dark trees above

It's no particular action or dialogue There is an idea though. The idea is that this dream or this effort has been going on for a long. Of time. Episodic I keep coming back to it again and again. And every time it comes back it's a little further progressed. It's almost like a calendar it's like taking place over a year. And each year get closer and closer. I think we're getting close to his a realization and it's a scary one. Has to do with incest. On being like an illegitimate or weird Offspring. It's not really explicit.

Scene 2 . I'm in an office. I have the idea for some reason is a senator's office. I am playing with something that would be like a computer screen except for something lightweight almost like a piece of paper that has the functionality of a computer screen. It is a large face on the top left. And below that are a series of smaller ones. I can flip through the smaller ones pushing them to the left looking at more and more to the right. It's as if I'm trying to match up one of the smaller ones to the larger ones. The smaller ones. The larger one is a picture of a man approximately my current age.

Scene 3. I don't remember any specifics from this dream. But it was bright is a lot of activity. Much more like real life for a normal dream. even happy. It's some of the same thing persisted.

Scene 4. I remember absolutely nothing of this one. But it definitely had the sense there's another little episode that I am missing that had the same thing so I'm just creating a space for it.

Two figures on a dark lane.

Notes:

This is another dream where at least a portion of it was non action oriented. It was oriented towards an idea. I don't that's going to be an ongoing thing. I need to write it down in my common references 

Emotions vs. Intellect

10:31 a.m.

Emotions vs. Intellect

[This is a series of dreams with the same theme that I go in and out of]

The dream is based on a series of arguments or intellectual points. Is not particularly action oriented. Should someone follow their emotions or should they follow their intellect. Science was used as a judge to help decide the argument. But it was potentially misused.

The emotional perspective: Possibly conservative. You must honor your beliefs and emotions Above all else. Intellectual arguments are just rationalizations. It is particularly important if you have a primary purpose in life that you are trying to achieve. You need to cling to and be completely dedicated to your passion. Do not let other people's intellectual arguments interfere with your thinking or purpose.

The intellectual perspective: Possibly left-wing political. Your approach must be logical and justifiable. Logic dictates how things should be. Use care to submit every belief and approach to science and logic and toss them out if they don't meet the criteria.

It would seem on the surface that the logical approach is best. But it's potentially misleading. You can scientifically study the power of belief. I humans, it is immensely powerful. The person who has a belief emotionally and in their heart is less likely to be shaken in their beliefs than someone who has arrived at their beliefs logically. People claiming to be rational too often misuse statistics to promote a particular point. There is no overriding clarity to our understanding of the universe coming from the scientific method. It is too limited in its approach.

At some point in this dream I was going back into the dream using a sword to fight for the side I wanted to win. Like a samurai sword to argue my point. 

Notes:

Before going to bed I read a series of articles on an alternative news site. The author is a PhD in biology. He argued about the limitations of the scientific approach. He semed to have sketchy logic and be basically talking about the science of the 19th century. He talked about Newton and how ridig his understanding was in light of quantum theory. It is as if quantum theory is not science. I think he just a quack but I'm going to go back and look. I have long appreciated the value and power of faith. At the same time being highly wary of the power of Dogma. This says is all, “my karma ran over my dogma.”

Dreaded [NDR]

7:50a

Dreaded [NDR]

2:57p

Dreaded [NDR] [S: Lucidimine: x2]

Notes: Wow. Two in a row with the second on an excellent supplement. My subconscious may be protesting my conscious behavior. Better get things sorted out.

A Wild Night Ride in the Ferrari, The Dream Lab

7:45 AM

A wild night ride in the Ferrari

I am with a friend. I get dinner for Rory. Or some exotic low sports car. I believe it might be his father’s. I take it out. It's night time in the big city.

I start driving really fast. I can feel the steering wheel on my hands I can feel it dripping the road I can feel it. I can feel it Paul as it goes around turns.

I have some destination or task in mind. Not sure what it is. Some of the road that I'm on Narrows turns into a dirt road. I have to turn around find another way out.

I think Space I am lost. But I keep driving really fast making quick decisions. At one point I'm driving i'm driving the car up all it's up a hill and around a large sweeping turn. I realize in the middle of the turn I'm losing control of the car. It's doing a 360. It does one or two of these and I am relaxed I am not panicked. After it finishes two or three 360s straightens out.

I get the car home. I'm incredibly excited because it was so much fun. I start telling my friend about the wild ride. I include detail about how it did a couple of 360s. He is very concerned and says I almost crashed the car that would've been a terrible disaster. And that I can't take the car out again. I am very disappointed and wake up.

Notes:

Great motivation for going lucid.

When I wake up and I immediately realize that if it was a lucid dream I would be able to do anything I wanted. I hope you know probably crashing the car. It's light out and I don't already planned to get up early in the morning. So I immediately try to go back to sleep and go back into the dream lucidly. I pop immediately into a very vivid image. But it only last a second. I tempt you go back into the dream was very vivid images the dog start moving wake me up fully

I'm pissed at the dogs woke me up but. The original plan was to wake up to a week back to bed take supplement after I've walked and fed the dogs so Cindy doesn't have to worry about him. So it's all good I'm way ahead of the game and highly motivated about lucid dreaming because it's so close.

1:47 p.m.

The Dream Lab  [S: Lucidimine, x2] [RT:Office]

I'm with a group of people and what turns out to be a Dream lab. Looks like office furniture but their individual cubicles where you sleep. Entire focus of the lab is on each person accomplishing the ability to lucid dream. I am very close but frustrated with my ability to lucid dream. I wake up go back to sleep several times and yet and not quite able to go into a lucid dream. I discussed this with one of my co-workers. He says keep at it relax and don't stress. I wake up

Notes:

This was a wake back to bed after. Using the cinnamon as a supplement. My conscious experience was being very very close to the lucid dreams trying to go into lucid dream directly not using any particular technique . at one point I felt my arms tingling and I also heard a ringing in my ear. I got excited at this thing it was the tinnitus that I'd heard about no pun intended. But it didn't go into a lucid State.

When I awoke having one dream I'm going to sleep about 9:30 I thought I've been asleep for an hour or so I thought it might be 11 o'clock. But it was 147 almost 2 o'clock I've been asleep for over 4 hours the only dream I remember was dreaming about trying to do what I was doing when I was awake I a lucid dream. the obvious moral of this story is relax get back to basics Forge ahead.