"Dream World Academy Campus" - 02/26/2020 (Lucid)

"Dream World Academy Campus"

02/26/2020

Dream#3

(Lucid)

(Before this, I'd had a short fragment, about being on a street corner and telling some friends about my first dream of the night. While telling them the story, After that fragment, I'd woken up and planned to do a WBTB, with the intention of searching for the Dream World Academy. Pretty quickly, with the affirmation in mind, I fell back asleep, and into another dream.)

The first thing I remember was being in a grocery store. There wasn't much out of the ordinary going on, in the beginning, but I spontaneously realized that I was unfamiliar with this place, and I knew that I had to be dreaming. Almost as quickly as I had become lucid, I remembered what my objective had been, upon going back to sleep: Finding the Dream World Academy. I thought about how I might best attempt to locate this fictional facility, and I found myself following a couple of the employees into a walk-in freezer. Inside the freezer, there was a smaller, grocery store "ICE" dispenser, in the corner. Thinking that I might be able to create a portal to the DWA, I stepped over to the dispenser; opened the hatch-like door; and began to crawl inside, attempting to "will" myself to another location. It was pitch-black, inside, though, and I started to think that submerging myself in total darkness might prompt a less-desirable scene change, though, so I decided to abort the idea and exited the ICE dispenser.

Still trying to figure out my approach to finding the DWA, I left the grocery store and stepped out onto the street. The street scene seemed more like a small, eastern European town, than anything that I'm normally familiar with. While outside, I saw a few of my real life friends, on the street. Somewhere around here, while interacting with them, I got caught up in the narrative and forgot that I was dreaming, losing my lucidity. We hung for a bit, on the street corner, and then boarded a transit bus, apparently about to head off, somewhere that someone had suggested, but I couldn't remember the conversation. Just as the bus had begun to pull away from the curb, though, I remembered that this was all just a dream, and that I had a task to complete.

Immediately, I ignored the narrative that was beginning to develop in regards to my friends. I simply turned toward one of the bus windows, and stepped forward, pressing my hands to the glass and then pushing myself into it, phasing through the side of the departing bus and stepping back out onto the cobblestone street. I looked around the city square, trying to find the best way to bring myself to the Dream World Academy. My first inclination was to go back into the grocery store I had recently exited, but I figured that there had to be a faster way. That's when I remembered the old "turn around" technique. Looking away from the storefront, I began to imagine that the Dream World Academy would be right behind me. I didn't bother to imagine what it might look like - only that it would be there. Then, I turned back around, and the entire storefront had changed. Instead, I was looking up at a gigantic, stone stairway, spanning almost the entire face of an old-style university building. The stairway had to have been a good 30 feet wide, and stretched up further than I cared to try and quantify. Ecstatic that I had, apparently, found my objective, I began to climb the stairs, in order to find the entrance.

Eventually reaching the top of the stairway, seemingly a couple of hundred feet above the ground, I was greeted by a large, metallic sculpture of either an eagle or a griffin. I can easily remember the bird's beak, but I can't recall whether it had an eagle's body. I walked passed the statue, and into a short, arched hallway. The daylight continued, on the other side of the short hallway, and I walked through it, stepping out into a central courtyard. However, instead of an actual courtyard, I came to a downward staircase that overlooked and vast bay area, surrounded on all sides by more old-European(ish) architecture. It was as if I was stepping out, into the highest sections of a football stadium, but instead of bleachers, there were houses, and instead of a football field, it was a harbor that spanned more than a mile, on either side.

After taking a moment to marvel at the surreal environment, I began to descend the internal stairway, with plans to just explore as much as possible. By this time, other people began showing up, many of them dressed in generic university uniforms - students, obviously. They silently passed me by, moving up and down the staircase while I wandered about, aimlessly.

(Unfortunately, I don't recall much more of this before waking up.)

Last Night's Dream(s), in One Sentence - 2/26/2020

(Just trying a little something new, here on the blog. 😁

For those who are familiar with my Dreamwalker Chronicles Facebook page, you know that I often do "one sentence" summaries of current dreams, on the days that I have any that are noteworthy. Before now, they were all done in text format, but since I also have an Instagram art page, I've started setting those one sentence summaries against similar-themed pictures. In doing so, I decided I would give it a shot, here, as well!

These 3 dreams were actually from February 26th, so I'm a little late in posting them, but I'll try to keep them somewhat real-time (or close to it), from here on out!)

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"Strollin'" - 11/30/2018 (Lucid)

“Strollin'"
11/30/2018

(Lucid)

(I awoke at about 10:00am, used the bathroom, and talked briefly with my mom about it being my Aunt’s birthday. Figuring I had a short while longer to sleep, I lay back down in bed, on my stomach. The sun was coming in, behind my blinds, so I turned away from the rest of my room and faced the wall.)

Shifting in and out of consciousness, I’d heard my old friend M come into my room. He was just rambling on about something, and I – still facing the wall, laying on my stomach – could hear him pacing around the room beside me. It wasn’t until I felt him sit down on the bed, that the sensation actually startled me, and I lifted my head, to turn to look at him. He was no longer there. (At this moment, I’m not sure whether I actually awoke, fully, and turned to look at him, or if I only did so in the dream. In any case, I realized that I had simply been dreaming him, and I turned back around and lay my head back on my pillow.) Shortly after this, I heard my girlfriend walk into the room – much like M had done. She, too, was talking abstractly about something, and I could hear her pacing about the room. Now, somewhat aware that I had been slipping in and out of consciousness, and not bothering to look her way, I realized that she, too, was not really there. Now only very-slightly conscious, but still not quite in a full-blown dream, I continued to lay there, facing the wall of my softly-sunlit bedroom, allowing the hypnagogia to seep in.

Soon, the voices of my mom and aunt could be heard from the dining room, and for a moment, I thought that she’d stopped by for her birthday. Then, I heard a bunch of kids playing, and they were soon coming into my room as if I wasn’t even there. After just lying there a few more moments, listening to them play in my room, I got curious and finally got up and out of bed. I know that the kids were family members, but I don’t remember if they were my actual relatives or just vague representations. They were trying to play my PlayStation so I - still fuzzy and very lightly lucid - turned on the new Spider-Man game for them, and they began to play. While I watched, my perspective got partially sucked into the game, and I watched Spider-Man and Thanos (who isn’t in the actual game) have some epic battle. Eventually pulling myself away from the TV, I decided that I wanted to go explore, now that I was still “pretty sure” that I was dreaming.

I walked out of the room and into an apartment building stairwell (which I knew was odd, since I live in a one-story house). M was there, again, and I think he was continuing with whatever stream of idle talk he had been getting into, back in the room. Stepping over to the stairwell, and largely ignoring him, I decided to actively check my suspicion that I was dreaming, and I jumped up and attempted to hover in place. It wasn’t exactly hovering, but I descended back to the walkway much slower than the normal pull of gravity. With that, I had killed all doubt, and was 100% sure that I was dreaming. Wanting to do some exploring, I vaulted over the stairway railing and slowly floated down to the first floor. The bottom of the stairwell was a mix between a stairway and a living room – more “inside” than “outside,” as most apartment stairwells are. On the far side of this room, there was a front door with decorative glass paneling, and I began to walk toward it, wondering what I was going to do with my lucidity.

Moving closer to the door, I noticed, through the glass, that there was something crossing the walkway. It was a baby stroller – a lone baby stroller, with no one pushing it. It rolled right to the middle of the entryway, just on the other side of the door, and stopped on its own, as if waiting for me to come and investigate it. Of course, I knew where this was going. This was a horror setup, if I ever saw one, but I was not about to let the creepiness bother me. Defying my brain’s suspected attempt to start freaking me out, I walked straight to the door to check out this stroller situation. Instead of opening the door, though, I attempted to walk right through it. By now, the dream was very vivid, and instead of phasing effortlessly through the door, I had to *push* through it, as I sank into it, and it clung to my body like taffy when I emerged on the other side. Walking up to the stroller on the sidewalk, I looked inside and found it completely empty – a bit anti-climactic, but I figured it could have been worse.

Starting to walk down the street, now, I tried to think of something else to do. I thought about DreamViews, and what the task of the month might have been, but I realized it had been a while since I checked the site, and I had no idea what the latest lucid tasks were. Traffic was fairly busy, on the street beside me, with a line of parked cars separating myself from those rushing by.  Rather nonchalantly – looking for some way to use my lucid ability, while not thinking of anything particularly intriguing – I reached my hand out to a parked car and did a sharp upward gesture, flinging the car off the ground and flipping it toward traffic. It smashed down, upside-down, onto a passing car, which then smashed into another car and caused a pretty-intense pile-up in the street, as car after car crashed into the first two. I couldn’t help but marvel at the level of detail in the shattering glass and twisting metal. It was all too realistic. I’m very rarely the type of person that gets caught up in thinking of dream characters as real, sentient beings, but there was a moment where I started thinking about multiple-dimensions and consciousness-based realities, and part of me felt a little guilty for the wanton violence.

Continuing down the street, I came upon a highway on-ramp, and flew up onto the intersecting road. There was an 18-wheeler passing by, and I landed on top of the bed, hitching a ride while it rolled along – rather slowly, for a highway. Stepping toward the back of the bed, I looked down to see that – along with the cargo bed, itself – the truck was carrying a smaller trailer, behind it, which had a household A/C unit sitting atop it. The unit was running, as if it were fully functional, though it obviously wasn’t connected to anything. Watching the fan blades spinning around, beneath the wire grate, curiosity again took hold of me. For no real reason – other than simply wondering what would happen – I jumped off of the bed of the truck and aimed my feet at the A/C unit, smashing down through the grate and into the spinning blades of the fan, completely destroying the unit as sparks flew and the rotating fan blades broke apart on my skin as if I were made of steel. The central column continued to spin, broken blades flapping and sputtering against my body, but ultimately causing no pain. Sufficiently entertained, I pulled myself out of the broken unit and kept walking down the street.

The only other thing I remember about walking around was passing a lake where a small turtle was making its way onto the shore. Naturally, I became suspicious of whatever else might be living in that body of dream-water, and – right on cue – an alligator sprang out of the water, toward me. It startled me enough to make me scramble back from it, but I quickly remembered that none of this was real. I stepped back toward the gator and stuck out my hand, about to let it chomp down on my arm. The closer I got, though, and the more vicious it seemed – thrashing around and snapping its jaws at me – the more apprehensive I got. Opting out of testing the pain factor for a second time, I swung my hand to one side, picking up the gator with telekinesis and flinging it far out into the lake.

It wasn’t long after this, before the dream began unraveling. I found myself back in my bed, in much the same situation as before. M was there, once again, just as before. Getting momentarily caught up in the idea that I had awoken, I realized that the dream had been a long one, and that I was going to start losing my memories of what happened. I immediately grabbed a notepad; dropped back down on the bed, on my stomach, and began writing some notes about what I could remember, from the beginning of the dream. After writing a few words, I remembered that I generally don’t use a paper journal. Again, I realized that I was still dreaming, but I could definitely feel myself beginning to wake. I tried to use the last few moments of the dream to write a few more words on the notepad – trying to solidify as many of the previous events in my mind as I could, before waking. As I was doing this, I felt pressure on the bed, near my feet, and I could feel an ominous, very unwelcome pair of hands creeping their way across the bed and up my legs. Again, I knew that my subconscious was messing with me – looking for one, last scare. More annoyed than frightened, I kicked my feet and yelled at the creepy hands to “get the hell out of here!” and continued trying to jot down as many events from the dream as I could remember until the dream fully unraveled and I (actually) awoke in my bed.

"Dream World Academy Dorm Life" - 04/12/2018 (Lucid)

"Dream World Academy Dorm Life"

04/12/2018

(Lucid)

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(Having awoken, at about 8:30am; used the bathroom and set the intention on having a lucid dream; I got back into bed and fell back asleep, slipping into a false awakening.)

I sat up in bed, trying to adjust my eyes to the light coming in through the partly-draped window. My bedroom was strangely lit and seemed too dark for the amount of brightness shining from behind the curtains. Remembering that I’d just been fully awake, moments ago, and the room had been filled with sunlight, I deduced that I had done a WBTB and this was a false awakening. I knew I was dreaming. There was a hazy, almost ‘drunken’ feeling, when I looked around, as if I wasn’t fully immersed in the dream state, and I reached out to touch my wall and then ran my hand across my blanket, feeling the texture. At the same time, I repeated to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming…” (which I continued to do, periodically, throughout the rest of the dream), and I was immediately grounded into the dream – all of the visual details sharpening and making me feel more ‘present’ in the dream state. Leaning across the bed, I went to flip on the light switch, and it didn’t work. I found it slightly amusing that I even assumed it would have.

With this weird ‘light window, dark room’ duality still going on, I stood up and walked over to the window, itself. I raised a hand to the glass, and tried to phase through it, but the window resisted. Having to take a moment to re-affirm that this was still a dream, I tried again, and this time, my hand sunk into the window, up until about the elbow. I pulled my hand back out of the glass and immediately began thinking about what I wanted to do, now that I was fully lucid. I remembered that I wanted to try to find the Dream World Academy and started trying to think of the best way to go about it. Even though I knew I was dreaming, I had a momentary apprehension about roaming around undressed, but I think I quickly pushed the thought aside, because I was soon leaving the room (but I don’t remember if any clothes “materialized” on me or not. I never really thought about it).

Outside of what was, once, my bedroom, I was standing in an enormous hall, that looked like it belonged to the same kind of architecture that I’d seen outside my window. I wondered if roaming the interior of this building would be the best way to go about finding the Academy, or if going outside might be of more help. Deciding on the latter, I turned around and went back into the bedroom, walking back over to the window. This time, I pushed my whole body forward and phased through the window, now standing on a ledge about 5 stories from the ground.

Below, I could see a handful of people going about their business. My first thought was to jump from the ledge but - being that this dream was, now, extremely vivid – I didn’t want to just do something idiotic and impulsive, just because I was sure this wasn’t waking life. Thinking better of it, I slowly began to climb down from the ledge, testing my own body-weight, in order to see if I was able to defy physics without going too far. By the time I was hanging from the ledge, with one hand, I could feel that it was effortless. I seemed to way only a fraction of my actual weight. So, secure that I had enough control over gravity, I let go of the ledge and slowly hovered my way down to the ground.

Right around here, I vaguely remember something about someone’s cats approaching me and climbing all over me – refusing to leave me alone. It got extremely annoying, but didn’t last very long. I ended up going back inside this massive building, now on the ground floor. It had a very “campus-like” feel to it and, though the halls were completely empty of people, I had a feeling that this might have actually been my subconscious mind’s rendition of the Dream World Academy. The more I settled into the thought, the more I wanted to find something to actually confirm it.

I remember visiting 3 rooms, specifically. The first, was sort of a living area, which was the first place that I actually saw people inside. It looked kind of like a two-story apartment, and there were some college-age kids lying around, one of whom was at the fridge, in a tiny, open kitchen. Deciding not to disturb the scene too much, I kept wandering, and came upon a set of double doors. The doors opened into kind of a lounge, where [much-older] people were hanging around. It was more like a “study” room, and it was clear to see that these people were either “professors” or on staff of some sort. One man, with a bushy, gray bed of hair on his head motioned for me to leave them alone and go down the hall to where the younger people were hanging out. Again, not wanting to get too lost in the narrative, I left these people and continued down the hall.

By this time, I was beginning to feel that this place didn’t have a very “Dream World Academy” type of vibe to it. Without really knowing what to expect, as I walked through the [kinda boring, actually] hallway, I began to focus my attention on the desire to get something a little more ‘mystical’ or ‘magical’ out of the environment. Soon after, I was starting to see random Halloween decorations gradually adorning the walls. (I suppose this was my subconscious mind’s way of ‘mystifying’ up the place. Lol.)

When I stepped into the final room, I was surprised to be walking into a full-on college party. It had a dark, almost “Halloween Party” feel to it, but I don’t recall if there were any costumes involved. I didn’t make any immediate moves to interact, and just observed everyone while I walked through the room. There was a pretty large dude serving drinks, who didn’t look thrilled at the way I was studying him, and he grunted “What?” I simply said “nothing,” and kept walking. While navigating through the crowd, I began to remind myself “I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming…” One of the DC’s – a bit of a jock / “bro” – seemed to notice me doing it, and asked me what I was talking about. I told him, matter-of-factly, that what I said was that I was dreaming, and that they were all all figments of my imagination. Apparently, he didn’t take too kindly to that. He started saying stuff like “what?? No we aren’t!” and turned toward the crowd, yelling out “Hey! This guy says we’re not real! He thinks we’re all in his imagination!” I remember growing annoyed with him, but not really caring about the crowd’s response. I just continued on and tried to ignore him.

The next thing I remember is being outside, and riding on what I believe to be another DC’s motorcycle. (I get the feeling that someone let me ride it and that I didn’t just steal it, but who knows? Lol.) During the ride – and the more I got sucked in by the experience – I was beginning to lose lucidity and becoming immersed in the realism. It didn’t take long, though, before the bike started going out of control, and speeding straight toward a concrete embankment which led into a small body of water, in the middle of this city – like a flooded parking lot or something. All I knew was that I couldn’t stop, and I was about to drive straight into the water at a high speed.

Suddenly, I remembered, again, that this was all a dream. Just as the bike splashed into the flooded area, I leapt from the seat - vaulting over the handlebars and attempting to levitate myself over the water. My feet hit the deep water below me, but instead of sinking, I slid across the water, as if it were a slip-n-slide, coming almost to a hovering stop before focusing more on lift and flying up and off of the wet surface. Soon, I was flying through the city, between the high buildings on either side of me.

Maybe a dozen stories above the street, I flew toward an intersection, trying to think about what else to do, before the dream ended. No sooner did I begin to think about my options, than I saw two figures jump across the gap between the buildings at the crossroads – right across my path - and land on the rooftop off to my left side, without breaking momentum. As they ran across the top of the building, I made a quick left turn and followed, dropping down on the roof and running after them. They were robots, apparently – visually similar to something from Chappie or Real Steel – and the soon noticed that I was chasing them. Immediately, one of them turned and ran back to confront me, seemingly providing interference while the other continued to make its escape.

The robot dashing toward me (which was bright red, and larger than the other) was obviously not about to try and communicate, so I squared up in a Muay Thai stance and clashed with him. (This was the first dream fight I’ve had, in a long while, where I could actually remember a lot of the blow-by-blow. Lately, the details of most of my fights have been hazy, at best, and almost completely forgotten, most often. This was very vivid and intense, though.) There was a lot of punching and dodging, and we were perfectly playing off of each other, as if it was a choreographed, cinematic fight, but the one thing that really stood out was the first time I landed a roundhouse kick - right to the robot’s torso - and felt the kind of painful, metallic *CLANG*, against my shin, that made me second-guess whether going all out on this robot, even in a dream, would be more unpleasant than adventurous. The fight went on for a short while, but my attention began wandering over to the robot that had gotten away, wondering if I could defeat this present threat in enough time to catch up to the other robot and find out what they might have been up to, in the first place.

It was right around this moment of scattered focus, that the dream unraveled and I woke up. 

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Side Note: I find it funny that the big robot I fought was bright red, which is the same color as the stand-up kickboxing pad I practice on, in my garage. Lol.

"Skipping Class at DWA" - 02/25/2018 (Lucid)

“Skipping Class at DWA”

02/25/2018

Dream #2

(Lucid)

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(I’d awoken at about 4am and was up for about 10 minutes, before laying back down. Remembering my intention to try to search for the DreamWorld Academy – a fun activity/project, that many of us at DV had done, for some time – I began to focus on the environment where I’d last seen it, in a previous lucid dream, which can be read, here. Sometimes we have light, ambient music playing through the night, but the room was quiet, aside from the sound of my girlfriend breathing. With this in my conscious mind, I focused on the sound of her breath, as well, and attempted to incubate her into the dream, as a dream character. After a short while, I fell back asleep, and initially had one dream about trying to get a drink from a leaky fridge. Then, I slipped into another…) 

The first thing I remember was being on a waterfront ledge, with my girlfriend. It was set on the outskirts of a big city, and felt a lot like being down near the water of the Lincoln Memorial, when we took our D.C. trip, lately. While walking along the water, I realized that I was dreaming. I’m not quite sure what tipped me off, but I think I just realized that I didn’t know where I was. (What I didn’t realize, though, that the waterfront setting looked a lot like the area outside the DreamWorld Academy, the last time I saw it in a dream. If I would have looked around, with this knowledge, I likely would have found it, immediately. Instead, as is so often is the case when becoming lucid, I got sidetracked.) 

I told this “projection” of my girlfriend that I was dreaming, and attempted to coax my subconscious into maintaining lucidity by telling Her to repeat that she was dreaming, over and over (which I often do, myself, to keep the awareness fresh in my mind). She started repeating it to herself and we continued to walk long the water. Coming to the edge of the platform upon which we were walking, I saw a small gap between us and the next platform, and decided to try to walk across the water. Not wanting to add any complications with getting her to follow me, I picked my girlfriend up and took a step off of the ledge, trying not to think about the softness of the water and touching down onto it. My feet sank just a few inches below the liquid, but I focused on forward motion and began to walk as if I was only in shin-deep water, though I could feel nothing between my feet. Soon, I’d floated my footsteps to the other side and flew up to land on the other platform. Before long, we were walking through the parking lot and I was trying to think of what else to do before I woke up. I thought that bike-riding could be a fun adventure in a lucid dream, but she protested and I didn’t want to sour the moment, so I decided we could go for a drive, instead, and just explore wherever the dream took us.

Next thing I knew, we were speeding down a highway. Night had turned into day, and there was a lot of traffic on the road. Immediately, I thought of the Matrix: Reloaded, and decided to have some freeway fun. Knowing that it would be too hard to keep track of my DC girlfriend, once the dream got busier, I left her sitting in the passenger seat and either phased up through the roof or called through the sunroof. (I can’t remember which.) Now, standing on the roof of the car, which was still speeding down the freeway, I lunged forward and hit the pavement running, super-speeding up the road and passing the cars in my way. Still thinking about the Matrix, my subconscious mind brought about chaos as the cars in front of me started crashing into each other and piling up. I attempted not to break stride and began jumping over them and dodging them while they flipped and spun my way, at one point running sideways along the bed of an 18-wheeler in order to avoid another wreck. Before me, I saw the two big rigs from the actual movie, slamming head-on into each other and causing the same, slow-mo explosion from the film. I jumped onto the bed of the nearest truck and then launched myself into the air, flying above the explosion and seeing a warped, surreal view of the cityscape as it dropped away, below me.

I don’t remember landing, but I was soon walking another city street, this time with lots of other people, doing their own thing. Lucidity was fading in and out, and I was beginning to just “go along” with the dream. Suddenly, a tall, light-skinned black guy with a bushy beard; a jacket and hoodie; and an obvious, “up-north” swagger stepped out of the crowd and walked up to me. Mysteriously, he said something about having to talk to me, later, and sifted back into the crowd. Still not quite sure of what my conscious state was, at this time, I soon found myself in a classroom. (I didn’t even realize that I’d been looking for the DW Academy, so the classroom went completely unnoted.) The same guy popped up, again, and I instantly became lucid, when I saw him. He stepped to me, again, and said something like “you ate it twice, in this dream” or “you did it twice in this dream.” (Something like that.) I really didn’t know what he was talking about but, intrigued, I asked him his name. Still talking like a hip, but nonchalant, New Yorker, he said his name was something like “Saultello, the Great.” I wrote it down on a notepad, in order to try and help in remembering it, once I woke up (which I often do. I don't remember the exact way I spelled it, but I believe it was "Saultello").

The scene changed (or there is a gap in my memory), and I remember sitting on a curb and talking to some old man. The sun was going down and everything was a dark orange hue. The man was rambling about something, but my lucidity kicked in again, and I instantly stopped paying attention to him. I realized that I’d been dreaming for a long time and started going back over my memories of everything that had happened, to keep them fresh in my mind until the dream faded and I woke up.