Mortal Mist

 This is a repeat dream. There are sometimes variations, but most of the details are always exactly the same.

 I am living in a very tall house; it's almost like a tower. I spend most of the time in the upper floors. The lower floors are more chaotic; there is a feeling of madness about them. They do not seem to be three dimensional, and there are indescribable sounds coming from them. It seems to get worse farther down; in any case I've never been beyond two or three of these floors.

 One thing in common with all of these repeat dreams involves my senses (although this sometimes happens in new dreams.) For one thing, I seem to have synesthesia. (I do not while I'm awake.) The sounds that I hear in the lower rooms are not really sounds. They occur when and only when I am looking at an `object.' Because they are not ordinary three-dimensional, physical objects, they are extremely confusing to look at for any length of time, and I perceive them as (not much less confusing) sounds. If I close my eyes, or look away, the sounds stop. The middle-higher floors have less confusing objects, but they still seem to kind of weave in and out of their forms. The sight of them produces strange, but rather soothing sounds. In the middle floors, some of the `monster' objects protrude through the floor, so I can still see them, but they sound quieter.

 Some of the objects are like this: Imagine taking a room, with it's objects, turning it inside out, and wrapping it around a sphere. Pull some of the parts out, push other parts in, twisting them so that they kind of form a vortex into themselves. Then imagine that this whole thing is alive--it has a definite personality, and is attempting to communicate. It changes colors to speak, and becomes angry when it is ignored.

 Other objects look more normal. For example an old wooden chair, but one of the arms will dissolve, float off, become a sound, slam into the wall, reform back at it's original location as the wrong object, for example a metal beam, then slowly turn into an arm again.

 Also, I seem to have senses that have no physical counterpart, and these also get involved in the synesthesia. This is pretty much impossible to explain, because there is nothing to compare it to. All of the physical senses are responses to phenomenon that are electrical in nature; there is some other `fundamental force' here. I believe it is this force which keeps the objects with more `chaotic energy' on the lower floors, or perhaps they are more chaotic because of it. I think chaos is not the right word here either, because there is a strange feeling of order.

 In any case, I have not spent much time on these lower floors, because the lower I go, the more I lose the distinction between my self and the `place.' It is not fear, but there is less `I' that is conscious, to even look at anything.

 The upper floors are very pleasant and relaxing. I often sleep in a bed in the attic, which is basically like a normal attic, but with nice big windows and fine furnishings. There I have dreams within dreams, when I awake, I wake up there. These dreams I can not remember.

 This house is always exactly the same, but what I do on the lower floors varies. But I always go to the attic and I always sleep there. Sometimes I read, or just sit and think. I do not remember what books or what thoughts.

 This, however, always happens. Outside of the attic's window, on the ground is a road. Across from the road is a meadow, beyond which is a forest. Walking along the road are dinosaurs and strange, very colorful birds. About once a minute, a vehicle (not a modern car, more `futuristic,' but it moves like and about the speed of a car. There are passengers of some sort inside.) comes down the road, and the birds jump out of the way into the meadow. The dinosaurs are slow to respond, and usually, one of them gets hit. This causes no damage to the vehicle. The dinosaur will appear to be fine, but then a bulldozer will come, pick up the dinosaur (still standing), and dump it into the meadow, where it flops over dead. The other dinosaurs do not seem to react to all of this. The sizes of the bulldozer and the dinosaurs are normal, but the dinosaur seems to get smaller when it is being picked up. The dinosaurs are about 80% brontosaurus, the rest smaller and varied types. Some of the birds will eat the dinosaur corpse. No matter how many dinosaurs die, they do not seem to diminish in number. There is probably 50-100 of them, with 2-3 birds to each one.

 I feel very bad for the dinosaurs. I have tried jumping out of the window to help, but none of the animals (or the vehicles) seem to notice that I am there at all. If I yell from the window, some of them will look up, but little else.

 Thanks for the reply, Serith. That's a great idea, checking for a secret door. The problem is I can't have proper lucid dreams yet. All of the events unfold, and I feel I am consciously making decisions, but I can't really change the `plot' of the dream, or I don't realize it's a dream to begin with. When I am able, I will definitely try your suggestion. By the way, I looked at your dream journal and all I can say is WOW. The idea of drawing your dreams, and the drawings themselves, are very, very cool.

 I feel like I'm gonna go crazy if I keep thinking about this. I had at least two repeat dreams last night, but I can't remember them. I know they were repeats, because I wake up and think `Oh, that again,' and it's all crystal-clear in my mind, for about 3 seconds. then I completely forget everything. The `feeling' of it lingers on, nagging me all day, like a song that you've forgotten how it goes. After the second time, I was determined not to let it happen again, but then I had a new dream, of which I recall fairly little also.

 My grandmother's brother keeps dying. And coming back to life. He's quite senile, and he doesn't realize he's dead. He has moments of clarity and speaks profound wisdom, of which I remember nothing. This goes on for a long time. His eyes seem to be glowing red.

I vaguely recall trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle, the pieces of which are random, non jigsaw-piece-like objects, like branches, pliers, and coffee-make parts.

 I have a seemingly endless sequence of false awakenings, all very mundane. Each time I wake up in a different mood. I really woke up with the damned `repeat dreams stuck in my head.'

Probably it's easier to just remember, "next time I'm in that building, I'll look for a secret way above the attic" then to actually become lucid.  If it does become more and more orderly as you go up just like it becomes more chaotic as you go down, then it'd probably also make you more aware as you go up just like you become less aware as you go down.   I suspect that effect would actually cause lucidity.

 That's very insightful, and it's certainly something I will try. My objectiveness is definitely proportional to the height of the floors, and it makes sense that the floors just a little higher would have the effect of causing lucidity, since it seems so close to it already in the attic. I actually feel extremely `aware' on the lower floors, but I am not able to make sense of the situation; I can not distinguish between myself and the surroundings, my perception seems kind of backwards.

... I really wish more people would draw their dreams...

 I actually tried to draw this attic with the gimp last night. I gave up in about 10 minutes. I used to draw reasonably well on paper, but I can't even draw a circle with a mouse. I don't have a tablet. Maybe one day I'll try scanning something...

It does always seem that way, that you can never remember the profound wisdom that DCs sometimes seem to speak, or you remember it as nonsense.  Does anyone remember hearing any accounts of anyone actually learning something amazing from a DC?

 Maybe it's some kind of `subconscious wisdom' that can't quite be put into words. On the other hand, maybe it is complete nonsense. Strange what a revelation it seems like at the time, though.

 I have discovered that if I have a really nice meditation before going to sleep, I have very little dreams for several hours afterwards. There is definitely a pattern here. I did have a dream early this morning, however, which may or may not be directly inspired by a dream I read in Toast's DJ, about the Asian girl who invented a wonderful new mathematics:

 I had discovered an amazing new law of physics which simplified physical calculations enormously. It was some kind of conservation law of a new abstract quantity similar to energy. I spent the majority of the dream testing my theory in various situations, from mundane objects such as falling trees, to sub-nuclear interactions within living brains (makes a lot of sense,) to the origin of the big bang. I discovered that everything is fundamentally impossible, and realizing that this would also include my theory, became disenchanted and walked through a mirror into another universe, never to return.

 I woke up, fell back asleep, and had this same dream again. (I guess that means I'm back in the original universe. ) I've never had it before.

... Wow.

Recurring dreams seem to happen a lot for you... I wonder why that could be, since I absolutely never have a dream that I've had before.

Thanks . I wonder why too, that's why I'm here. I remember having some of them at least 15 years ago, probably several time per year. Most of them are quite enjoyable, so maybe I just want to `see it again,' like an old movie? But I can't seem to ever dream about what I want to, to find out more about it. That's why I want to be lucid in them.

 This is not exactly a repeat, but the location is. There are some repeating dreams in my dad's store, and some in my mom's store. Neither of them have really ever owned any kind of store. I'm in my mom's store. Strangely, she is never there, but it is her store. It is like a supermarket, but all of the food is for animals, and the aisles are extremely close together. I'm driving through the aisle on some kind of cart, holding a broken vacuum cleaner handle and looking for something to fix it with. Some bird seed falls onto the handle, thereby rendering it irreparable, and I throw it up into the air. The handle shorts out the lights, and I then realize that I really needed some pet food, and I shouldn't have wasted time with the vacuum cleaner. I can't see anything, so I go into the basement to check the fuses. (I know how to find the basement because I've been here before.)

 Suddenly I'm outside and running up into the air. (I have had very few dreams in which I'm flying by my own power. I always need some kind of machine. But if I run very fast I start running up into the air, and I can stay up for 20-30 s.) I land on the roof of the store, and confused, I jump down into the parking lot to try again. But when I turn around there is a different store there, the mall. I've had some very strange dreams about the mall, and for some reason I was afraid to go in. I woke up.

 I haven't dreamed about the mall for a while, and the details are sketchy to me right now. Since I've started this journal, I've been thinking a lot about these repeat dreams and locations. They are all kind of like old memories in the back of my mind, and it feels like they are all sort of active, or becoming active, like some part of my brain is thinking about them all of the time. It's a very hard thing to describe. Since I would like to have these dreams whilst lucid, I am going to add here some thought, key-words, etc. as I remember them, even if it's been a while since I've had a particular dream. I don't expect this will make much sense to anyone.

 (mall, really, really long room, north exit=south exit, disturbing)
 (farm road, damn tall grass, path, flying on ground, friendly people, king)
 (rolling down hill, junk, palace, statue heads, airplane)
 (bombed basement, evil, shiny, shower, rust, lovecraft-like)
 (island under bermuda triangle, tests, display cases, secrets, team)
 (subterranean, beautiful girl, mirror, hand)
 (highway to grandma's, repeat, neighborhood)
 (death, space, music)
 (dad store, hardware, serial killer, long pipes)
 (house, water, cabin, connected)
 (here)

Hmm, breathing underwater is one thing I've never done in a dream, consciously. There's so much I want to do in my next lucid :/

Sometimes I can do it, sometimes not. Sometimes I don't realize I'm supposed to. There seems to be no logic to it.

Huh, that's interesting. Normally dreams (at least my ones), don't often have an inactive moment in them. Something's always happening. That could be just because I only remember the bits where things happen

There is something happening, i.e., going around in a circle. I've had dreams where nothing external is happening for awhile, but there is something psychological going on, or I'm waiting for something, etc. Sometimes I dream that I'm trying to fall asleep! Sometimes this is boring, but it can be quite intense (suspense building up, the `It's too quiet' feeling, etc.)

 I am in the neighborhood where my grandmother used to live, and I'm walking around with a large crowd of black people. Everyone in this dream is black. We're just walking up and down the few blocks that I remember. Nothing is really going on, but everyone (myself included) seem to be a little older each time around. (When it starts I am maybe 7-9 yrs old.) No one seems to mention that I am not black, but I don't know if I am in the dream. (Though I've never felt as though I was anything other than myself in a dream.) It seems to be important that we don't stop walking. Also, some of the people seem to be dressed from different time periods, and some talk in a language I've never heard before. I am fascinated by this language, and someone says that I will learn it. A group of people that appear to be Hispanic arrive, at which point the dream ends.

 There was a short dream with more silliness involving cats.  It seems there is catnip growing in the yard there are a lot of buzzed cats all over the place.

 I woke up a few times this morning, and there were dreams between, but I remember none of them. Every time I tried to recall them I would just remember the two above.

 I think I'm in the gym of my old middle-school. Everyone appears to have been severely burned, to the point that parts of them are turning to ash. There is ash all over the floor. Everyone seems to have something like their astral bodies rising halfway out of them; these emit a peculiar, throbbing light. There is a constant grating sound, like someone dragging a large piece of metal on concrete. Everyone is smiling, laughing, playing some game. There is this kind of `negative' object (about 2 feet in diameter and seemingly spherical, but everywhere concave) being used as a ball. It seems to be pulling the astral bodies slowly into it, but everyone is oblivious to this. There is some type of `inversion?' going on in the object, there are many shapes, reflections, a kind of swallowing in on itself. The object is getting brighter, but the room is getting darker.
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 I am in a university. The only course here is dedicated to studying ``Goedel, Escher, Bach.'' I am fascinated by the subject, but it soon becomes apparent that the university is a cult. They are somehow using the ideas towards a purpose that I can't identify, but I feel that I must stop them at all costs. The `leaders' are vampire-like. They are able to possess some of the students. I don't remember what happens...
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 I am at the dentist. The dentist is a very fat woman I don't trust for some reason. She is to drill one of my teeth. I insist that it be done with no painkiller, anaesthesia, etc. She is insistent that I ``should be put under.'' It seems she tricks me, and I am losing consciousness. I wake up (really) during this.

 I had a very cool experience with image streaming. In my dreams I revisited many of the places and things I saw in the `stream.' Not too many `events' happened, at least not new ones. It was mainly in the town I lived in when I was a little kid, and anything that happened in the dream had actually happened. The detail was absolutely incredible both in the stream and in the dreams. I had no idea I had such a good memory...
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 The following were not part of the stream, but are new dreams. I am holding my mother's severed hand in a shoebox. (I still seem to be a kid.) She is naturally upset about this and demands to have it back. I give it back to her and tell her that I'm sorry, I was just playing tag and her hand came off when I grabbed it.
 I am at my cousins house. My cousin throws a live bird at me, which makes me very mad, so I climb onto the roof. The roof is shingled, by the layer is blowing and flapping around as if it were canvas. It is very windy. I am almost being blown off but I have to fix something about the roof. There is a surreal feeling about this.
 My aunt is sitting on the curb holding her ankle, which seems to be injured. (This particular aunt kind of `divorced' from the family and I haven't seen her in a very long time.) She is blaming people in the family about her ankle, and seems hurt that I didn't help her. (Even though I'm still a little kid.) She wants me to go get a bandage or something for her. She keeps saying ``Get it for me..''
 Back in my cousins house. The house here is perhaps 3 stories high, but there is a room that starts on the second floor, extends through the third floor, and seems to go as high as I can see. There is a giant kneeling down here; he is as tall as the room. There's not enough room for him to stand up. There are various things stacked up (boxes, chairs, couches, etc.) that I can climb to reach his head. Everyone is scared of the giant, but no one has ever talked to him or knows who he is. I feel very brave and climb up with the intention of killing the giant, but when I see his face he seems to be old and sad and I feel sorry for him. He said something deeply meaningful (of course I have no idea what) and I climb back down. My cousins make fun of me for being too scared to kill him, and one of them throws a bird at me again.

Repeat dreams should be good for getting lucid; maybe you can use those.  I know that's easier said than done; I don't have much success with repeat dream-signs.  Repeat locations, IDK, maybe those would be easier.  It's worth a shot, trying to incubate that.

That's what I'm hoping. Lately I seem to be remembering a lot about locations, but not so much about events, so I am going to work with the locations. Thanks for the advice, Moonbeam. 

 (image streams)

 A peculiar thing seems to be happening, but I'm not sure exactly what. I began with meditation again, then started to try to `watch' my subconsciousness, waiting for something to `appear.' For some time it seemed like there was nothing there at all, at least nothing that I could really describe. I don't know what exactly happened, but when some thoughts did arrive, it was like they were not my thoughts, and I could almost see them form. There was this kind of `separate' feeling to it, like this awareness, which had expanded to include the room, my body, my mind, and the thoughts in it, but was not a part of it. It was extremely pleasurable and relaxing. The best I can describe it is that it was like I was dreaming the present moment; everything, including myself, I was convinced was a dream.

 (dreams)

 I slept very deeply, and I only remember something towards the morning about me and my father having some kind of secret mission; we had some kind of plan involving the fate of the world and were trying to get to this location as part of the plan. We were driving in a large truck with a lot of crates in the back.

Everything is covered in dust and sand. All I know is heat, dryness, thirst, and confusion. It is noon but we cannot see. Someone has found one of their weapons. None of us has ever seen anything like it before. They point it at us, there is a sound like thunder, and we die. It's up to me to figure out what it is.
(It's a 19th century rifle. In this dream I seem to be part of a tribe of light brown skinned people. I don't know what I look like. There is a group of men hunting us down. The men look something like union civil war soldiers, but they don't speak English. Also the terrain seems alien like. The sand is gray. There are very large mountains of sand. There are two suns, red and green. The red one is the primary one, the green one is very dim. All of this seems natural. The rifle seems split in half, as if I'm looking at a cross-section or blueprint; I can see all the chambers and stuff. There is a big pile of bullets on the ground. I have absolutely no idea what I'm looking at.)
The men have been approaching for several days now. They will be here within an hour. By looking at the weapon, I realize what the pile of little pieces of metal beside me are for. We decide the best course of action would be to summon the wind to blow the metal at them.
When the men come, we call the wind from behind us and sent it towards them. The metal pieces gather up into a swarm and become like metal bees. The pieces surround the men and with a metallic scraping sound, a blinding light explodes from inside them, and they are gone.

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This is a continuation of the previous dream; I'm sure it's two different dreams, since I got up to write down parts of the last one.
I'm in the same tribe but it's peaceful now. It's night, and we are gathered by a fire in the middle of a forest. Everything looks more or less like Earth in the forest. I'm talking to the oldest and wisest member of the tribe. He informs me that the previous dream was in fact a dream, and makes me have `flashbacks' of it so that I understand this. He says something about a seed that grows into dreams. I ask him if I am dreaming now, but he doesn't answer. He says a lot of stuff I don't remember.

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Someone is teasing me by singing a song that goes something like ``You don't have what it takes, you don't have it in you, ... .'' I clearly remember the tune. I've never heard it before, and it's really annoying. I don't know where the voice is coming from but it's a very mean sounding, almost evil, voice. I didn't care what the voice was saying, but the voice and tune were extremely annoying.

Not much sleep last night. Some kind of bugs bit up my legs in the woods and they were too itchy to sleep. I had some dreams early in the morning, but I can't remember very well.

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This was another unusual dream, because I wasn't myself again. I don't know what I was. I was like this floating thing; I had the sensation of having a body but the shape of it kept changing. There was a buoyant feeling, like something was pushing me up, but something else was anchoring me. I don't know where I was, it was all very dark, but there where dim moving shapes and very low pitched sounds. It was perhaps something like being in the deep ocean. There were very strange sensations, like vibrations and stretching, a feeling that part of me extended very far off. This lasted some time, but nothing much happened. (That I remember.)

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I'm in a very large warehouse or storage facility type thing. I have the feeling that I know what is behind all the doors, and I'm looking for something. Something about this seemed very familiar when I woke up, and for this reason (last time it was because the dream was too cool to forget) I declined to write stuff down. When will I learn? 

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I'm a kid again, helping my friend feed all the horses at 2 am for his slave-driving mother, like I did in real life. Nothing new happened here (that I remember  ), it's pretty much a `memory' dream.

 dallyup52, I'm very happy that you answered in the way that you did. Your admission that the `answer' can not be put into words, that you do not claim to be able to provide an answer, and your suggestion that I trust my own experience, is humble, honest, and wise. I believe you are genuine in your beliefs, and I also believe it's entirely possible that they are true. My position is simply that I do not know them to be true.

 iadr, I feel like I've been somewhat hard on you. After all, you were just trying to be helpful. I admit that my questions were not very fair, as I did understand that you were trying to describe things that are impossible to describe. Because of your statement that psychic ability is something that everyone possesses, among others, everything I said to dallyup, I'm saying to you too. I don't like to have preconceptions, but I believe that if such things exist, then they are no more mysterious than ordinary sight, hearing, etc. , and are in no way unique. In other words, I am not special, and neither is anyone else.

 Perhaps the reason I am being somewhat skeptical, defensive, etc., is that, as a result of meditation, watching my own thoughts, etc., I've realized something peculiar. First, most of the thoughts are complete bullshit, and have nothing to do with anything. Second, there is a little voice (really, thought process) that is constantly describing what `I' is. I guess this is like ego, or something. The `I' it describes is of course, completely fictitious, and it gets hung up on everything. I am beginning to suspect that this voice (in everyone) is the cause of every problem in the world. It's damned hard to stop it, but if you've ever done so, even for a few seconds, the peace, happiness, love, and bliss... I won't even try to describe it. That to me is worth more than all the psychic power in the world combined. And the thought that, I'm special because x, that feeds right into the voice. But, then getting all defensive does too...

 iadr, because you asked, here are some experiences I have, but again, they are just experiences.
 When someone, animal or human, that I already know is soon to die, whether they are in another room or another town, I get a very strange sensation at the moment of death. I feel like I am rising and sinking at the same time. This happens most of the time, sometimes it doesn't at all.
 When someone is in the room with me, their presence is often overwhelming. It is as if the person/animal is 10 feet tall and breathing down my neck. It's like their emotions are too loud. It's very difficult to be around certain people, even though there's no obvious reason for it. Maybe I'm just antisocial.
 Some people and animals, in particular cats, become very friendly with me before they die. It's been around 7-8 cats that, were never especially friendly with me, and became inseparable from me the weeks before their deaths. 2 have died on top of me. The others died very nearby. But maybe it's just because I'm nice to them.
 And the driving thing too. But, I've been in my share of accidents, so it doesn't always work so well.

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 I remembered 4 dreams last night, which is a lot for me, but it seems I've sacrificed quality for quantity, as I don't remember any of them too well.

 I was having a conversation with my dad, and he had a lot of wise things to say. We were in a bar, and someone was playing pool.  Of course, I don't remember any wisdom.

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My cousins and I are lost somewhere in the ocean. We are kids. A submarine surfaces. I convince one cousin to climb on the sub with me. Another cousin is too busy playing with a lobster trap, and another one is trying to sink the sub.

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After a long dream in what seems to be WW1, I am part of a firing squad that is to execute a French guy who is tied to a post and smoking a cigarette. He is talking in English, but with a French accent. He's laughing and making faces at us.

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I keep finding my cats on the front lawn and bringing them back in. They don't look anything like my real cats.

This wasn't lucid?

Yeah, wasn't it?

No, it wasn't. It was as if we were trying to determine if it was gonna rain or something, we agreed that it would, and that was that. Not very exciting.

A lot of people learn lucidity from repeating dreams, but I don't think I've heard of a case before now where the dreams were that helpful.

I know, I suck.  It seems like I'm having dreams almost screaming at me to become lucid, yet I don't. It feels like I'm just about there; but there's just one thing missing, or one thing stopping me.

  It seems like they've made one of the major steps towards full lucidity in each dream.  The major steps as I see them are 1. questioning the dream, 2. uncomprehending lucidity, 3. lucidity, 4. lucidity with control, and 5. lucidity without fear.  You just need the dream to repeat three more times, and you won't have to spend months consciously developing those things.

That's an interesting point. 1 and 2 are somewhat common for me. 3 and 5 have happened on occasion, but not intentionally. I'd say the last time I had any real lucidity was around 2 years ago. But it was without 4; I don't remember ever having control even approaching most members of this forum.
With any luck, the dream will repeat. I've never really put any kind of effort into gaining lucidity until August, when I joined here, so 2 months ain't that long yet...

Dreaming about dreams, or dreaming about being lucid, seems to happen to a lot of people.  It works less often than it seems like it should to get us lucid.

I have repeating things (like you, my cats getting away and running around somewhere, amongst other things, like family members) but I can't seem to use them either.  It's really annoying.  I'd say maybe talking about it will help us, sometimes it does, but I seem to have talked about it endlessly without it changing.  I've gone to extremes, like putting pictures up everywhere and RCing all day long, but I still don't recognize them in dreams.  Maybe they have to be nightmares to work, like in EWOLD.  The "cats running around" dream is usually pretty agitating to me, but not enough I guess; and family members--forget about it, I give up.

Yeah, I dream about dreams all the time. I even have DCs trying to explain dreams to me, references to other dreams, etc. . Still, no lucidity. I think if I did a RC and had 73 fingers, I'd think nothing of it. Now, you just made me think of something.
What if I don't get lucid because I'm so accepting of such nonsense? I need to start really questioning things, not just having intellectual discussions about it. No more ``197 dimensional house... Cool!'' business. 

 As for not reading stuff, here's my theory. I think one of the things the dreaming/subconscious mind is good at is recognizing shapes. When you read quickly, or just look at something real fast, that part of the mind picks out the shape of certain words. I notice this a lot reading web pages, when I'm looking for some particular information and I don't want to read the whole page. I'll think a sentence said something, because it `looked' a certain way. Or you skip a few words, and your mind fills them in, based on context. But the words are often wrong, if you read it again. So I think probably if you look at a page of text enough times, the shapes will eventually get assembled into a related, if not exact copy of the text, and the `reading' part of the mind can then interpret it.
 I also remember reading somewhere how there's a part of (everyone's) mind with a photographic memory, but I don't know what to think about that.

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 Sadly, I don't recall meeting with the group to talk about dreams last night. I only got a few hours sleep though, so maybe it just didn't have time...

 I have a vague recollection of going somewhere with a group, like the expedition being planned in the previous dream, but it was more like we were particles, or insects, traveling in parallel lines through some kind of `thought world,' as if thoughts were actual objects.

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 There is a very long row of really nice guitars, but I find the acoustic my dad gave me. It's cracked by the pickguard because I tripped over while I was drunk. I feel real guilty about it, and I wish I could fix that guitar rather than have any of the other ones.

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 There were two more dreams I can't remember right now. After the second one, I woke up and thought ``Oh, that's just like the other dream, but it also has x in it.'' where I forget x too. I'm writing this down in case I remember, because they seemed to be interesting.

What an awesome dream mu!  I especially like there part where you are pulled into this tremendous colosseum-like structure where there's a crowd of hundred of thousands of people, and where a speaker on a pyramid announces that you have arrived. Awesome! 

Reminds me of a dream I had where I was elected mayor of my city, but wanted nothing to do with, until everyone talked me into it by taking the position by telling me I would have to do nothing, and they would call me if they needed anything.

Thanks iadr.  I'm not too big on large crowds, so that was pretty annoying.
You probably had much the same feeling as mayor. Isn't it something how important we are in our dreams? 

That was a strange cool dream.  Funny that it's recurrent.  Maybe you'll have it again.

Thank you moonbeam. Maybe it's recurrent because I really need to invent that thing and take over the world... 

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 I was trying real hard last night to get into a `lucid state of mind.' I did not. However, I got into *some* state of mind, and when I woke up it was really chaotic and confusing for several minutes. I had a strong feeling that there was a lot of stuff just going on, but I was too confused to remember any of it. I vaguely remember some nonsense about being in a Halloween cartoon and drinking a magic potion, which was suspiciously similar in it's effects to LSD.

You certainly have some entertaining dreams mu!    And you seem to be right on the verge of lucidity in almost every one of them.  Keep those vivid dreams coming. 

Hey, I had a couple fragments inspired by you. In one, I was posting in your DJ about cats (imagine that.) In another, I was in a store looking to buy a 'do it yourself lucid kit' that included some supplements. I forget what they were called, but both started with 'G.' I remember thinking "Oh yeah, iadr talks about that." 

Hey you should have left your abstract dog-poem in too! 

Those were some strange eerie dreams, especially the killing and being absorbed and seeing thru the corpse's eye.  Actually that's pretty scary.

More TV dreams, but weird-TV.  I had another bit too; a Seinfeld thing, probably cuz I posted that link in here.  I wish getting lucid was always as easy as causing references like that by talking about them.  

 Hehe. It wasn't a poem, it was the actual notes I wrote about the dream when I woke up. When I reread it, it sounded funny, and I was too tired to 'translate' them at the time.
 It wasn't as scary as it sounds. I wasn't some kind of serial killer or something, and I wasn't actually killing them. It was more that I was fascinated as to what state they were in, neither dead nor alive. It was more a fascination with the victims thoughts. Oh wait... that is pretty scary. 
 I've just watched that. You know, I never really watched much Seinfeld, but I remembered that for some reason. That was really great. 
 There are often TVs, but usually I'm watching the TV, or it's doing something weird. I have had dreams where I'm in a show, but this seems to be happening more. I like the TV dreams, so thanks!

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 I've been spying on this cult. They seem quite primitive, dancing around fires, performing animal sacrifices, etc. , but they possess enormous unnatural power. The members are slightly above average height, very wide, and human like, but not entirely human. They have pitch black skin and somewhat rectangular heads, and small, piercing eyes.
 I'm not sure why I've been watching them, except that I am fascinated by the things they are saying during their rituals. I can not understand most of it, but what I do hear, it strikes a chord in me; I feel as if I am one of them. When one particular verse affects me deeply, the seeming leader suddenly turns and gazes directly at me; I shrink away behind a tree, then run.
 As apprehensive as I am about returning, the next night I find myself unable to stay away. When I get there, the whole cult turns around to face me, as if they've been expecting me. The leader tells me to enter, even though we are outside in the middle of a field. I notice they are kind of in a circle, so I guess maybe he means that. As I walk forward, a kind of bubble becomes visible around them. The inside walls of the bubble seem to reflect a completely different location, a hellish, wood-like place with many strange eyes peering from the darkness. I begin to get very confused, looking at them, the inside, and the outside of the bubble, and I am no longer sure which direction I am going.
 Some of the members are smiling, or laughing at me, mocking me. Others are nervously looking alternately at me and the leader. Some look as if they are unaware of anything. The leader stares intently at me, waiting. I do not know how to go any further, it no longer makes any sense to go forward or backward. The leader says "Go back. You may not enter. You are not one of us." They begin to fade away, leaving only a small, shiny thing that I am unable to identify.

Thank you, Alex Lou and iadr!

Oh yea...I just realized why I dreamed about Jeff Corwin and Alton Brown last night.

Jeff Corwin's cool. Did you know he's related to Vlad the Impaler? Not sure who Alton Brown is.

I know, I am frustrated with my powers of description as well.  Some things can't be described.  But at least you have it written down, and when you look back at it, it's enough for you to be able to remember it. 

I need to count how many times I've described something as "really cool" or "very interesting."  One day when I have a really cool dream  , I'm gonna try to put some real thought and creativity into it. But yeah, some things (a lot) defy any description, but *I* know what I'm talking about.   

That's excellent!  I just get so mad when I have a repeat dream and don't recognize it.  

Actually it was the weird DJ that made me realize it. I would love to realize a repeat dream as such, to find out more about them.

Ooooh, that sounds like fun, I'd like to go there.

Hey, maybe it was your dream fair dream that reminded me of this? Or maybe Halloween time, I always seem to have dreams related to that in October..

  I don't think my mutts could do that.  I remember on DV when the English kids didn't know what Jack O'Laterns were, and we were telling them, and they were trying to carve them too. :nostalgic:

Please don't tell me that there are kids like that.  That's just terrible. In England yet!? It's right next to the birthplace of Jack O'Lanterns!
The way my dog's been acting, I think he can and will do that... Strange dude.

  The weird DJ, I have those a lot, but mine are never that cool.  Usually they are all messed up and my crayon is broken or something.

It was really cool. (Damn it!) You use crayons? 

That's really cool.  I hardly ever recognize the weird DJ.  Good job getting out of your body too, that can be hard to do. 

The enthusiasm isn't absurd.  I don't think.  

Do it again!

Ha! You said it too! I've gotten out of body in quite a few dreams. It's flying I suck at. It was quite absurd. I will most certainly try to do it again. Thanks!

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Another extremely confusing night. It's been happening a lot lately. I have no idea why. It's like the dreams are going a mile a minute, and there's tons of them. And they disappear extremely fast. About the only thing I can remember is trying to calculate something by writing a Lisp program. I'm sure there were much more interesting dreams, why is this what I remember?