Herein, I will attempt to archive my experiences with my dreamscape. You will find this journal filled with both normal dreams and, God willing, lucid dreams as well. I am not yet well versed in attaining lucidity, but that is not to say that I have not experienced it. Lucid dreaming is very real. I, too, thought it was a crackpot idea when I first heard the notion of attaining consciousness within a dream. I am very thankful that it piqued my interest enough to give it a shot. If nothing else, I hope that this blog can act as a source of inspiration (or at least entertainment) to it's visitors.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

NATO, Another Bus and a Rough Morning

Note: Normal dream.

This dream begins during some sort of NATO war exercise in another country. I'm guessing the area is Eastern Romania, due to the nearby beach.

Me and my friend, Jason, are holed up on the floor of a bus (another bus. Once more and I'm gonna record this as a dream sign). We are the only people on board. I hear the blasts of ground burst simulators in the distance, and get up to look out the window just in time to see the smoke plumes rise up in the distance. There are non-distinct, one story buildings just outside the vehicle. We seem to be parked on a small city street.

I hear the sounds of movement near the bus, and Jason and I fall back to the floor. Two or three more simulators go off, just outside the vehicle with a thunderous boom.

Suddenly, an exercise evaluator peeks his head over the window and tells us to do something with the "roll pins". There are aircraft gun parts underneath the seats of the bus, and Jason begins to cover them with dark brown trash bag type plastic. I begin to help (I now know that the bus is some sort of supply depot). I assume that this means the assets have been damaged by the blast (don't ask; it made sense in the dream).

I then stand up, and know that I have to put the rest of the smaller parts (which are in categorized bins above the seats where a luggage rack would normally be) into zip-lock baggies. As I am doing this, I begin to fumble around so badly that small parts are missing the bag, and getting lost on the floor. I know that the parts are all tracked, and fear that I will be in a great deal of trouble the next time an inventory is done.


The day is over, and I have retired to a two story colonial style house to sleep. There is something that I cannot put a finger on about the house. It is very familiar.

There were more events that took place in the house before I went to bed, but they elude me now.


I wake up later than I should have in the morning, and I am thrown into a basic military training style rush. I quickly grab for toiletries to take with me as I get ready. I know that I only have one hour before work (this doesn't seem like long enough, even though the house is right next to the exercise area).

On the way out of the house, I realize that I had only grabbed the shampoo, but tell myself that I will just have to wash my entire body with it.

Once I am outside, I see the wash house a little ways down the street. There is a line out the front door that must be at least 100 people long. Panic sets in. I notice a few people further down the beach behind the building, washing themselves in the sea. I know that this is probably the only way I'll be done in time, so I head in that direction.

I briefly think of what might be swimming around in the water and feel a twinge of fear (I blame this on a creepy jellyfish encounter I had in the Black Sea).


Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Bio-lum and Bowie - What a Mix

Note: Normal dream.

I find myself hiking a trail that runs along a small river. The river connects three nearby towns.

Soon enough the sky begins to darken as day turns into night. In an effort to return home quickly, I decide to take a shortcut through the forest off the trail.
I am a good ways into the forest and climbing a slight incline when I begin to notice the glow of bio-luminescent plants and animals scattered all about. Normally I might find this a little creepy, but it is comforting in my dream.

While walking on, I am particularly drawn to a lizard that is perched along the branch of a small tree (the lizard is shaped like a salamander, I guess). The little guy strikes me as very beautiful. It is too dark to make out the main color of its skin, but it's spots are glowing a soft, warm shade of orange. I watch it intently for a long time.


I am walking down the trail again, in the same direction as last time. I assume it is the following day, and I am accompanied by two acquaintances from work. I am excited, and plan to show them the glowing critters after dark.

The sun begins to set, and the sky is a deep orange. The two begin to feel nervous, and refuse to enter the forest. I feel frustration and disappointment.


I am near the third town (the furthest up-river). I remember that the section of forest with the bio-luminescent wildlife is near the next town downstream. I also remember that the town is named Macadamia, or Macadonia, or something to that effect.

I recognize the setting as my Grandfather's house (he is deceased, and my Uncle owns the house now). As I walk towards the river that winds through, just a ways below his vaulted redwood deck, I notice a group of people that I do not recognize drinking beer. It looks as though they may have had a campfire the night before.

While walking, I pass by David Bowie and greet him as though we are friends with "Hey, Dave." He replies "Hi.", and follows me to the edge of the river. I ask him something about the next town downstream, and he answers with a something about it only being 59 degrees last night (59 apparently being cold). I pay no mind to the fact that this in no way answered my question.

I notice a fish swimming through the water. It is about two feet long (my Grandfather actually had a large pond below his house that was stocked with all sorts of fish. I think this one was a reflection of the White Amora that grew to be over three feet long). My focus shifts from the fish, and David and I continue talking.

Out of nowhere, the fish leaps from the water and snatches the cigarette right out of David's hand. Dave exclaims "F*** man! That damn fish just ate my cherry."

I briefly wonder whether the cigarette could remain lit underwater, but decide against it. David chimes in that it would not (even though I had only thought the question to myself).


Sunday, December 24, 2006

Wonder Camp

Note: This dream is entirely non-lucid.

My wife and I were walking home through the woods after a hike. We happened across a large, ornately decorated stone coffin/casket in the middle of a clearing. There was more to the casket, but I cannot remember what it was. At any rate, I knew instinctively to leave it alone.

We continued walking up the side of an embankment similar to an old quarry by my childhood home.

As soon as we reach the top, a storm blows in. It quickly turns violent, and I drop to the ground as lightning strikes the tops of tall white pines all around us.

I look over the edge to see a bolt make a direct hit to the coffin below. I know this is bad. This awakens whatever was inside and it flies into the air above me, does a loop and jets away. I cannot remember what the creature looked like, but I know that it was a very intense moment.

I run through the woods to get away, and stumble upon an encampment of super heroes. Apparently, Wonder Woman is the leader of the group. I know this, and relate what happened to her (who better to deal with this creature than super heroes).

Off a ways, to Wonder Woman's left, I notice another hero in a green suit with a cape. He has a fish bowl type enclosure around his head, and his enormous brain presses against the glass, looking distorted. He says something decidedly fruity.


Friday, December 22, 2006

Tunnel of Attrocities

Note: Normal dream.

I found myself running through an underground tunnel carved through brown stone or dirt. I am being chased by someone. Perhaps a smuggler of sorts.

I run into a cave filled with many figures. The shapes reveal themselves to be teenage boys. The boys are in all different conditions. I notice one with a torn up jaw - the meat just hanging down in strips. They are still alive, but mangled and miserable.

I know that someone has done this to them (the same person who is chasing me). I have a hateful, sorrowful feeling, mixed with disgust at the site of them.


Thursday, December 21, 2006

Elmers Milk

Note: This is a short normal dream. Zero lucidity.

All that I can remember is pouring milk from a carton onto what looks like a Raisin Bran type cereal. The milk has the consistency of Elmers Glue as it slowly pours out.


I'm glad that this was a very short dream. I would hate to learn what that texture must feel like... Let alone the taste.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Snow, Pilots and Bill Cosby

Note: This is a normal dream. I did not become lucid.

Setting: A large old town in the grips of winter. Reminded me of Russia. Cobblestone streets, stone walls and big old buildings.

The first thing I remember, I was walking past a trolley/bus type vehicle on a slushy dirt road outside of the town. There were a couple of USAF pilots in their green flight suits on board who continually jeered and berated me as I walked past. As I walk on, another pilot calls to me, and asks me to come aboard and help him if I want to. I say "You are an officer. I have to do what you say."

When I get on the trolley, he asks me to place objects in the seats for guests to pick up as they sit down. The item started out as a large wrench, but soon changed into black torque wrench cases bearing individual names.

Soon the rest of the pilots get on, and I can feel the tension begin to thicken as they take notice of me. I quickly decide to get off and walk home (towards the city). One pilot called out "Are you just gonna walk all the way home?" I turn around in hopes of attaining a kind ride back, but hear another say to the first pilot "What? Are you gonna, instead?" implying that the bus was already full.

Without waiting for an answer, I said "Yeah. Thanks a lot." sarcastically, and started the long walk back.


I'm in town, and walking up a raised cobblestone path on top of a town wall of sorts. The wall apparently separates the level of town I am on with another level of smaller housing below.

My Grandmother is next to me, and I feel a great deal of love for her. I hug her close as we walk, kiss her forehead, and tell her how much she means to me. She remarks "It's funny how much you love me, even though I am still such a young Grandmother." In reality, she must be in her 70s now.

Up ahead I see many large stone buildings carved in different styles. I notice one in particular with a large green copper dome. My Grandmother says "There's those robber's house..." with disdain. I know that she is referring to the pilots from earlier.

I look to my left, over the wall to the town below. We are just about at the level of the rooftops. I see my son playing basketball with Bill Cosby in his blacktop driveway. I watch Bill take a three point shot, and miss the basket. I yell "Nice shot, Bill!" but he doesn't hear me. I remark on how cool it is that my Grandmother grew up in this town, and has always been good friends with Bill Cosby.

I yell out and grab my son's attention, below. He says hi, and yells "911, Dad! 911 about ten minutes ago, in the school yard! I hit him with a tool in the head!" I panic, and briefly think it strange that my son would wait and play a game of basketball before calling an emergency. I run towards the school and it's chain link fence a little further up the hill. I look around the yard, and catch site of a heap on the ground out of the corner of my eye.


Saturday, December 16, 2006

A Dark Descent

Note: This is a slightly successful WILD attempt. Some might classify it as an OOBE, but I don't think so.

I first heard the term lucid dreaming from an acquaintance at work. It sounded intriguing, so I looked it up on Wikipedia, and found a link to a blog on the subject.After reading through the induction techniques, I decided that I wanted to give it a try. This was last week, and I tried for the first time last night with small success.

I decided to try and maintain awareness while my body went to sleep (I don't usually remember my dreams, so I figured realizing that I am dreaming might not be the way to go for me). This is known as the WILD technique. While in bed, I kept thinking "Stay with it", and concentrated on laying still. It was difficult to keep my mind from straying, and I have to assume that stray thoughts are what normally lead seamlessly into a dream.

It was about 20 minutes, I think, before my body began to fall asleep. It pretty much felt like it was described on the internet. My body began to vibrate, and my hearing dulled. Then I began to fall into my bed. This is the point when I would normally thrash awake from the shock of falling. Armed with the knowledge of what was happening, I continued to chant "Stay with it" to myself to keep from loosing consciousness or jumping up. The initial shock of falling gave way to a sort of comforting feeling as I floated down.

I remember coming to a stop. Everything was still black, and I felt amazed that I was still conscious. I was mildly distracted by the faint presence of my real body that felt like it was above me now. That’s when I noticed that it felt difficult for my real body to breath. I was sort of detached from it, and I have to assume in retrospect that that is the rate my body breathes at when it is asleep. Still, it felt like I wasn't getting enough oxygen, and I wanted to control my bodies breathing.

I think I may have acted on instinct next, and I sort of jumped or flew upwards towards where it felt like my body was resting (kind of like you would if you ran out of air underwater). There were white light patterns dancing across my vision as I rose up. I think this may have been my actual eyes "turning back on".


I never lost my stream of consciousness throughout this entire experience; from lying awake, to falling asleep, to waking back up again. This was new and exciting to me. I decided to get some real sleep then, as I was too distracted to try again, and my wife had begun snoring next to me.

Now I know it can be done; and so begins my quest to control my dreams...