Unseen Wombat's Journal

[Hiros]

Woo, lucid. Congrats.

I like how you willed the wall closer to you! Very cool. And nice flying

[unseen wombat]

This is pretty heavy stuff. 

Was there more there?

Yeah, there was more, but now I've forgotten it.

nice one on the lucid mate, lol I remember the first few times I tried to get through glass I had exactly they same problem of banging off the glass...its annoying isnt it.

Yeah, I wish it had lasted longer though. I hate it that I seem to only be able to get lucid once on the first dream after going BTB. Maybe I'll try taking the choline at the same time as the Galantamine. I really should get some Alpha GPC though.

lol I bet the watching porn with your parents thing was awkward

It wasn't too bad, I didn't really know the guy well even in the dream. So it was okay.

It took me a while to learn to go thru glass, but I kept trying and it finally became easy.  Recently I learned how to go thru walls by not looking at them and just falling backwards.

That's a really good idea. I'll try that next time.

Woo, lucid. Congrats.

I like how you willed the wall closer to you! Very cool. And nice flying

Yeah, I just wish I wouldn't have lost it when I moved my arm.

6-29-08

Very low stress yesterday. We went to breakfast, then to a movie, then we came home and I went out with my wife to try to go to the batting cage, but it was closed. So we came back and I did a little woodworking and she cooked ribs in the oven. It was a nice day. Too bad not for getting lucid.  >:( It was good for really crazy surreal dreams though I guess.

Abandoned bistro/Old car for Vern/Picnic table salvage

I was first at this resort town and there was a restaurant that was like an outdoor bistro. No one was there though, it had gone out of business I guess. There were white wrought iron tables and chairs all around the building. There were really tall chairs in the back, like 20 feet tall, around a really tall table, and they could only be reached out a door high up on the building. I remember climbing around the chairs on my knees thinking about how dangerous they were. I also went walking around the building. There was an alley behind it, where the tall chairs were, and there were really looooong fish sticks hanging from the building and running along the path. I stepped on them as I was walking, and I remember having been really familiar with them, like I grew up walking on these fish sticks every day of my life.

The next thing I remember is me and my mom were driving into this gas station and we were talking about a car we were going to sell to Vern, the architect who designed the houses we're going to build next year. The car was the old 1970-something Olds Cutlass that my mom owned when I was a baby. She said something about the car not being 35 years old, but 75 years old. I said, no, it couldn't be. because "cars back then looked like model T's."

Then me and my wife were salvaging parts of picnic tables for the Metroparks or something. We had these horizontal braces for the legs, which had a narrow strip of 1/4" board attached to each end. I was kinda unhappy that we were going to use these to build a picnic table for them, because we needed it for our own picnic table. But we went to this picnic pavilion, and there were people there putting a picnic table together. My ex-gf Tara was there with a hot friend. She looked at me like she was angry. I went over to where my wife was though and started working.

That's all I remember.

Eating at banquet/I'm a dog!

This one started that me and my wife were at some fancy banquet at a resort or cruise or something. All they offered was a whole bunch of different kinds of seafood, which I don't really like. I was eating rice with sweet and sour sauce all over it with my fingers. I had a fork and spoon, but I didn't want to waste time picking them up. (LOL) My wife and some other people looked at me like they were annoyed that I was eating that way. The rice tasted pretty good though, just like RL.

Then someone in charge called out and said there was more food that had just been served at the buffet. Immediately, a bunch of Indians got up and rushed to get in line. I was being racist and said something like, "It figures they would be up there."

The next thing I remember is me and my wife were in this store, like Home Depot, looking for a bedroom dresser. We were walking along the back wall, and we found one. It was laying face down on a shelf about eye level, and we lifted it up somehow. It was like a computer hutch. It had this bent metal bracket that pulled out to place a keyboard on, and there was a door on the right side for putting the computer tower. I thought it was actually kinda ugly, especially the computer door, which had a fake drawer pull on the bottom of it, and nothing on the upper part.

Then we sat down at this table there in the store, and were playing this computer game. I was controlling this dog and was running around this resort. There were all kinds of shallow pools, and one deeper pool that was called "The Quagmire." I guess the word made me think of liberals, because then I somehow knew there was a guy nearby who hated George W. Bush. I made my dog run into this shallow circular pool, and run in a circle around it. As he ran, I yelled, "GEORRRRRRGE DOUBLE UUUUU BUUUUUUUUUSH!" in a really deep and scary-sounding voice. My wife looked at me like I was crazy. And even I thought I might have yelled a little too loud.

But then somehow me and her were in the dog video game, though I was still looking at it from third person. We were two little grey dogs, running around this world. We spent a lot of time in the lower, resort level, splashing in the Quagmire pool and the shallower circular pools, then came to the end of the world. The only way to go was up a really steep hill, and I didn't think the game would allow us to do it, but we tried to go up and were able. As we got higher, we saw this gigantic squirrel running around. At first, it seemed to be running randomly, but then I realized it was following us and trying to knock us off the hill. We kept running higher up the slope, and finally came to a plateau on the top. I somehow knew that this was a much later stage in the game and we weren't at all ready for it. These knights on horses then charged at us with lances, and we ran away. The giant squirrel was still following us too, and there was a tiny knight on a tiny horse that charged. They were all coming at us, and we got onto this dead end platform, and had nowhere to run. somehow, we fell off and were falling for a long time. I wondered what would happen; if I would be able to restart the game from the high level, but when we hit bottom, our dogs respawned in the resort with the pools.

I was then back as myself in the store playing the game. I was mad at the squirrel and the knights, and at the programmers that they had made the game so hard.

Then I woke up.

I had some other dreams, but didn't write them down, because I really wanted a lucid one and didn't want to spend the time falling back asleep after having woke up enough to write.

S=2 F=3 RC=5

[unseen wombat]

6-30-08

I had good recall, but didn't write down two of the dreams I remembered, so I only have a short portion of one of them, and a fragment of the other.

Conservative wombat fragment

I only remember that someone on MM had labelled me a crazy conservative person, and drew a picture of a wombat hanging from a tree and there was a picture of George W. Bush shopped on there too somewhere.

Basketball/Gang fight/The internet is a pile of dirt

I first remember I was in a mall, and there were a bunch of other people there with me. They were all different ethnicities, and they had to run away because some bad guy was after them. Then I was on the phone with Vince, but I don't remember what we were talking about. I interrupted him once because there was a big poster I saw in the  mall for Mythbusters to appear at your wedding. I said to Vince, "Mythbusters at your wedding! How cool would that be?"

At some point, I was watching a basketball game. I don't know when this happened, but there was a guy taking free throws, then I was the guy. I shot the first one and it hit a light hanging down from the ceiling that was right in my way. Then I totally missed the second shot. I ran up and caught the rebound, and even though my right foot was crippled somehow, I jumped off of the left one and slam-dunked. It was really cool and realistic.

I was then running from the same bad guy that was after my foreign friends. I was with a girl, I think my wife, but I'm not sure, and she actually looked like Lucy Lawless (Xena). We were in the mall again, and as we were running, I got a phone call from an Arab guy who ran away earlier. He was with his girlfriend, who I think was Ashraf, an Arab girl I once had some classes with in college. He was almost crying and telling me that he had to run away because he wanted to be with her.

The next thing I remember is me and Lucy were in an elevator. We had lost the bad guy, and I saw an image of him walking around the mall. He was blonde, and looked like "The Repairman" from the movie, "Wanted," which we saw on Saturday. For some reason, we weren't getting out of the elevator, we were just standing in there, and eventually the bad guy came up and called the elevator. The door opened and he had found us. He was with a gang. I stepped out of the elevator to try to fight him so we could get away, but three times he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall and threw me back in the elevator.

Then I don't know how, but I got some special powers finally, he came into the elevator, and tried to punch me, but I punched his fist. I said something about learning from my mistakes or having more experience now. I guess he had punched me so many times that I knew what he was gonna do. But then one of his other gang members came in and had two tomahawks. He slashed and hit me in the belly. I was then watching from above, in third person. I fell down and other gang members came in and started stabbing me.

I then watched as me and Lucy were outside in a pool of blood. She was laying in an alley behind the building, and it looked like some Japanese place. The entire alley was just about covered with an oval-shaped pool of blood around her. I was in the front of the building, also laying in blood, but it was more watery, and there wasn't as much of it. I somehow understood that they had killed her harder than me. But somehow she was alive. I was made to know that the people in the elevator had just been decoys. She was laying nearby the dead woman talking to some reporter. She was saying about how she thought bass samplers should be considered a separate genre of music. She said that there should be special new release days for bass music. She then said she had a fan site of bass music on the internet. Then I saw her site, which was a surface-mount capacitor in a mountain of dirt. The soldering pads were sticking out on both sides of the dirt mound and there was a little solder stuck to each end of it. I had a soldering iron and I climbed up the mound of dirt remelting the solder on her capacitor/website, and other websites above it, to be sure the connection was good. Then I heard my mom ask me if my watch was broken, and I said, No, that it was just the pin holding the band. (Which actually happened yesterday IRL).

Then I woke up and wrote this down.

Running for office/Social studies class

I was first in this large room with a balcony above. It was a primary election for the senate or something. I was a nominee from Ohio, and there was this book with small sponges in it of different colors. The sponges were about 1 inch by 3 inches by a quarter inch thick, with the name of a nominee on each one, and the different colors represented different states. Each state had multiple nominees in the book, but for some, the primary was already over, so there were fewer sponges in the book for that state. I was holding my own sponge, which was pink, (Not because Ohio is a girly state, there was just an order to the colors, and alphabetically the pink ones fell to Ohio), and it had my last name written on it.

I opened the book to see if I was in there, but all the pink sponges had no names on them. I then discovered that the nominees for Ohio hadn't been chosen yet. I knew this because I saw a map of which portions of the country had voted. Only a small part of Southern Ohio was shaded in red.

So I left and went into this classroom. It was a social studies class, and we were supposed to write an essay about the two senators from our state. I had written about a Korean guy, who had been persecuted by the KKK, but I didn't write about the other one. The class started, and the teacher came over to me and looked at my paper on the desk, he said, "Well this is Q, but not L." I said I was sorry, and he brought over a book of Ohio history and held it in front of me for me to finish my paper. I turned some pages, trying to find out about the other senator, but came to a section on street signs. There were just pages and pages of street signs. I kept turning, but didn't get back to any kind of information about senators, and came to the end of the book.

Then I think I woke up.

S=3 F=3 RC=4

[unseen wombat]

7-1-08

Horrible recall today. I only barely remembered one dream at 4:50. When I woke up at 6:50, I remembered a couple fragments, but now I forgot them. They weren't very interesting anyway. I was really sleepy. I don't think I'm getting enough sleep.

Peeing/Abraham Lincoln

I remember I was in a bathroom, and was peeing. Then for some reason, I was sitting down on the toilet and was writing something with a stick on a piece of paper laying on the floor. I was writing with poop, and was a little disgusted by it. Then Jeff S. from work came in and went to a urinal along one wall. I knew he could see me under the door of the stall I was in. I didn't want him to see me writing.

Then there was some kind of party at work. I only remember Jeff S. and Ted B. were there.

Then I was at home, and my wife was asking me a question about Abraham Lincoln. I said he was an interface president. Meaning, he was president both before and after the Civil War.

That's all I remember.

S=3 F=5 RC=9

[unseen wombat]

7-2-08

Horrible recall again. I had two dreams that were pretty clear while I was dreaming, but then when I wake up, like always, everything gets immediately erased. I don't know why that happens.

Posters fragment

I only remember that my mom was hanging up posters on the storefront windows of these buildings. They were posters of hot girls, and there were four stick-on plastic hooks that held them on the top and on the bottom. I think we were in some kind of old fashioned town.

Bus trip with a Mexican

I was on a cross-country trip again, in a bus this time, or maybe a parking shuttle. It was near Cedar Point, (Amusement park), and there was a girl driving the bus in the beginning, then later a guy was driving. She was dropping some people off for cedar Point, but me and my mom were going on farther. She passed up a road, and I realized that it was a road we were supposed to turn onto. She looked annoyed with us for not telling her, and now we had to make a long trip around to come back to where we were supposed to be.

Then, there was a Mexican guy sitting in front of me, and I somehow knew he was my friend. He was sick or something, and kept having to take two pills of something. The bus driver, who was now a guy, kept passing them back to him, and saying things in Spanish. They were nonsense words, but I thought at the time that they were just Spanish words I didn't know. My mom also talked to him in nonsense Spanish. I was confused.

Then the driver gave the Mexican a cup with three pills, but the pills were hueg! They were shaped like a misshapen gob of soft serve ice cream, just out of the machine, and were about an inch or two across. He thought he couldn't take them, and asked me to show him it could be done. (IDR if it was in English or Spanish). I took one of the pills (because there were three and he only needed two), and some water, and I swallowed it easily. He still wasn't convinced, and thought it might be better as a suppository, and he asked me to try one first. I refused though.

That's all I remember.

S=3 F=4 RC=6

[Mark]

hey man sorry I have not been round much I have been really busy lately

lol that pee/poop writing dream is mad! lol there is loads of that going on at the min he he it seems to be infecting MM.

and mate your recall is better then mine, I wouldnt worry about it you will get in back in time I am sure

[unseen wombat]

Thanks man. I only seem to do well with recall lately when I can sleep in. I'm more unhappy that I can't seem to get lucid lately either.

7-3-08

I took Galantamine and a choline this morning, didn't get lucid, then I got up a little later to write down a dream and took one more choline, but still didn't get lucid. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's not like I take Galantamine every day. Only on the weekend.

This might be the last time I can post for a few days, because we're leaving for vacation to Alaska tomorrow. I'm gonna try to get lucid all natural this trip. Well, maybe I'll take one or two galantamines. I should be able to get plenty of sleep for the next week and a half anyway.

LED driver fragment

I'm making a driver for an LED. Yeah, that's all I remember.

Gypsies at the arcade

In the first part, I was in this bathroom, and there were guys back there being transformed into pro wrestlers. This was done on a inclined ramp with about 8 neon rings around the head and shoulders. On the bottom was a bar that the guy would catch himself on after he was transformed, so he wouldn't fall on the floor. I watched as a nerdy blonde kid was put on the ramp and they turned on the neon lights, which flickered up to his head. He was in a lot of pain, and then when it was over and he had slid down, he said, "You said that wouldn't hurt! But that hurt a lot!" (That's actually something I once said to my mom when I was a little kid and had to have a surgery on my knee). I thought to myself that the vibrations from the machine would be good for inducing lucid dreaming.

Then I was out in this arcade with two hot girls who were my friends. One was blonde and one was brunette. They were about 16 though, and wanted booze, so they asked me to get some. The blonde one gave me a $10 bill and a ring. She then turned to her friend sitting down on the floor and said, "We'll wait 15 minutes and then make our move!" meaning, decide on a guy they want to pick up. I asked her what kind of drink she wanted, and the bartender, a fat bald guy was standing right there. She was irritated with me for asking her right there in front of him. He didn't seem to care about the age though, and gave me the two martinis. I handed them to the girls, and notice there was a plastic Puerto Rico bracelet on the bar. I knew it belonged to the brunette girl. I turned around to give it to her, and they were sitting on a bench. Now they were two old ladies though. I somehow knew that they were gypsies. The brunette one was mad at me now because I made her transform back into a young girl again. She changed with a puff of smoke.

Then I was in a back hall of the arcade, and they were there, sitting underneath a sign. There were alot of people sitting under signs, and on it there was written their magic level. The highest was one level above them, the two girls were level 13. It corresponded to "Always wins on first try," referring to card games. Another woman there said, "I'd do better at card games because I'm a _____."

Then the other two got jealous of her, and challenged everyone to a card game. They got everyone up and it was somehow now guys versus girls. They gave some really cryptic instructions relating to what the game was going to be. Soemething about "17's and 17's," and "3's." I was then outside, in the backyard of my old trailer. We were all running to the card game, and there was this hot girl next to me, only a little younger than me this time. I tried to put my arm around her waist as we were running, but it didn't work so well. So then we intertwined arms. We ran to the other side of my back yard, and there was a dead end road up there. I watched as a huge perfectly white bug walked off the edge of the pavement as we passed. The girl asked me to help her with one of the gypsies' clues. It was something about brocolli, and she thought it meant the number 4. I wasn't sure at first, then agreed with her saying that brocolli was the classical symbol of 4 because it had 4 stalks.

Supernatural powers/Alien invasion/Apples on a maple tree with Salma Hayek

This was pretty long too. I can't believe I couldn't get lucid. It's like my mind was taunting me, making the dream about all the things I want, but not letting me get lucid to appreciate it.

I was first in the back yard again, and I was with this girl, and we had supernatural powers. She was making lightning strike all around the yard, and shooting it out of her hands. I was doing it too. Then I decided I wanted to make a fireball. There was a basketball there in front of me, and I willed it to start on fire. There was just a small flame at first, coming out of one of the seams, then with some difficulty, I willed the flame to spread all around it, until the whole thing was on fire. I put my hand over top of it, in the fire, because I knew it wouldn't hurt me, but it was pretty hot all the same.

Then we both went home. Her house was a trailer on a mound of earth in my backyard that doesn't exist IRL, and this alien spaceship came barreling down from the sky firing machine guns at her house. It crashed into the trailer, and the aliens got out. They looked like regular humans, and were pretty friendly. It's then a movie that I'm alternately watching and alternately taking part in. Now the story was that they had crashed into my shed, so they were fixing it. It was apparently a Christian movie, because they were quoting Bible verses and talking about Jesus to one another as they worked. They were trying to lift the roof, or maybe a floor into the shed, but were having a hard time because they didn't have any powers. I thought to myself that it would be easy for me, because I could lift it with my mind, but I don't remember if I actually helped them or not.

Then the shed was fixed, but now it was underneath the tree in my back yard, and wasn't a shed anymore. It was a series of shelves arranged in steps. I noticed there were apples growing from my tree, which is actually a silver maple. I was like "OMG! Apples!" My wife and mom were then out there with me. They said the apples had worms, or bugs in them, and I looked closer and noticed that almost all of them did. I saw one that looked pretty good, but then I looked at the other side of it, and a worm was emerging from a hole in it. There were also pear-shaped grapes growing from the tree, and these didn't seem to be infested by bugs. My wife picked a couple of them, and I picked a large one and ate it. It was so good! I bit it and it gushed grape juice.

I climbed up shelf-stairs with my wife to pick more pear grapes, and bumped my head on either a limb or a roof. I saw there were trays of apples up there on two concrete shelves, and there was grass growing between the concrete pads. I moved to be in front of the grass, and my head wasn't bumping against whatever was above me. There were also some plants growing up there, and I looked between them to the other side. Salma Hayek was over there in a blue bikini top that wasn't completely covering her breasts. The bottoms and sides were poking out of the bikini. She was taking scoops of gravy and beef from these cafeteria serving trays, and mixing them in a tray of water. Then she cooked them somehow. My mom said, "That won't boil!" meaning the mixture of gravy and water. She somehow told me that gravy would boil, or water would boil, but not the mixture of both. Then I said, "Well at least they _____." (IDR). Then I woke up, so mad that I still didn't get lucid.

[Moonbeam]

That's a bummer wombat; it happened to me last time too.  Have you had your bottle open for a long time?  I've been on the same one for like a year, so I was wondering if it was losing effectiveness.  I think I'll open a new bottle.

[unseen wombat]

No! It's a brand new bottle! I'm so bummed by it. Maybe I just need some time off of it. I think I will try to go all natural these next few days.

[Moonbeam]

I had another failure last night.  :( I think I'll open a new bottle.

[unseen wombat]

Let me know how it goes. I hope I just didn't get a crappy, old bottle. I'll be so mad.

I do have internet access here in Alaska, but we have a lot of activities planned, so I still don't know how often I'll be on. It'll be interesting to see how the brightness of the night affects my lucidity. I hope it helps.

[Mark]

so do you guys honestly think GM and choline work? I may have to give it a go a some point

[dallyup52]

I took Gm/Ch with some Gensing last night and had 4 lucids.

[Moonbeam]

so do you guys honestly think GM and choline work? I may have to give it a go a some point

Mark, it it definitely works.  You ought to get Thomas Yuschak's book, "Advanced Lucid Dreaming:  The Power of Supplements" or at least take a look at his website, advancedLD.com if you are interested.  The book is not expensive and it explains in detail how to use a variety of supplements.  The galantamine with choline is the most effective.

[unseen wombat]

There was a time when I was almost guaranteed a lucid with G+C. I could even WILD. Now, IDK what's wrong with me. If I were taking it every day, I would expect this, but I don't, so I don't know what's wrong. Maybe it's somehow related to my overall sub-par recall lately.

7-4-08

No recall due to the plane trip and the early time waking up.

7-5-08

Christmas present for a zombie

I first remember I was watching these guys on a field lined up for a civil war battle. They had percussion cap muskets and there were zombies coming at them. They fired a volley, and two of their muskets misfired. The zombies got those guys. Instead of calling the retreat, the general wanted the men to hold their ground and reload. They did, but not fast enough, so the zombies got them. I left, but came back later because I wanted to shoot one of the zombies in his tie. This was somehow a christmas gift for him. The zombie then said he had a good sense of style. He then said he was going to eat "Oooonly fashions. Ooooonly fashions."

Then my mom was talking about Robert Schuler (some televangelist) to a male nurse who was her coworker. She didn't like Schuler. The coworker agreed, but said he still wanted to get to know him because he was a fascinating person or something. I was also looking at an image of bent bicycle handlebars during this.