tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25795181565892891782024-03-05T22:59:46.579-08:00The Dream JournalI am writing down my dreams in order to become more self aware of the reocurring dreams i have and the things in the dream in order to lucid dream easier.Someonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14397953670088381932noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579518156589289178.post-18487568078766770962017-09-08T03:22:00.002-07:002017-09-08T03:22:28.019-07:00The Future - personal drones, floating cars, timezones<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "SF Optimized", system-ui, -apple-system, system-ui, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.12px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
wow the dream i just woke up from was incredible. It felt more like a memory than a dream though.</div>
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So I was in the future, like 30 or 40 years maybe. Everyone had personal drones. When the drones needed charged they just flew off and a new one would appear that had the previous ones "memories". So the data on them was stored 100% in the cloud. Also everything was more uniform. So most people have the same access to technology.</div>
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The cars were really metallic and triangular. The<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"> roads were more like tunnels and these cars would zip through them automatically but I dont remember there being tires, instead, the cars floated above the road So they were being guided electro magnetically, like some trains are. They also got their power the same way. They didnt use gas or anything they got their power from the road.</span></div>
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OH also, man, what made it feel like such a memory was, there are these stores called "timezones" where basically you go there and they are huge, multilevel buildings where everything and everyone is from a specific year. I went to one for "2012" and it was just like time traveling. There was also this self integrated AR experience. So you could skin reality, but this was different, this was more of a tangible thing. The only technology allowed in those zones were time specific technology. Like the show West World kind of. I couldnt tell if there were robots.</div>
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When I went to the timezone it felt comforting. Like home. Then I woke up.</div>
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Man I just woke up from the most lucid, realistic set of dreams.</div>
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The one dream I had though shook me to the core. I was in a bedroom when all of a sudden I heard this whistling roaring sound, I turned to look out my window and I could see the tail of what looked to be a rocket or something similar, maybe a meteor howling through the sky. Then it either hit the earth or blew up, and the shock wave from the impact/explosion i felt from it hurt so bad. It felt like a giant belly flop in the pool. Like I was smacked with hot air. My ears were ringing, I couldn't get my balance, and then I woke up.</div>
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I mean it felt so real. I don't normally feel pain or anything like that in dreams, but this time i did.</div>
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Man, I just woke up from the most apocalyptic, dystopian dream i've ever had.</h2>
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I came to consciousness standing in a pretty large field of displaced people from all creeds. Everyone seemed pretty angry, hungry, dirty like we all just survived some huge catastrophic event and looking to the government for guidance.</div>
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It was raining and slightly cold, there was no shelter from the falling rain, the only warmth in the air was coming from everyone's fearful bodies which were sorta steaming leaving this eerie fog to look through.</div>
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Then the orders came to separate by race and line up in groups. Once everyone started to do this I instantly thought... yea.. fuck that..something isnt right.. they arnt going to save us..</div>
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in my mind i knew we were corralled there for something a little more ominous than a hand out. Then I looked around and realized there was virtually no where to run. We were enclosed by two small rivers on each side of the land we were standing on and fenced in.. like cattle. Crossing the rivers would of meant certain hypothermia. Ive watched enough survivor man to know that. (which i even said to my friend who was willing to make the escape with me)</div>
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In the midst of all the panic and confusion of everyone lining up by race my friend and I managed to sneak out through a hole in the fence and run underneath a bridge. While we were sitting under there away from the cold in what felt like a huge stone tomb the bridge above us started shaking. Hordes of armed forces loaded to the gills for eradication made the earth tremble by their presence as they poured out of the armored vehicles that just crossed the bridge. Pure fear ripped through my soul as you could hear screams coming from the field we just escaped from.</div>
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After a few minutes curiosity got the best of me, so i crawled out from underneath the bridge through a small hole to see what was going on and there she was. The warden. Dressed in business attire like she came expecting a presentation. standing there. I screamed out. "holy shit you just scared the living fuck out of me" as if she were a friend there to help. But i knew she wasnt, i knew she was in charge of the massacre.</div>
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I knew I was a dead man, but If i could walk her away from the bridge I could possibly save my friend so I did. I asked her "why are you doing this to these people, why arnt you trying to save them". she replied "we need to make room for more, im sorry, but it looks like I wont be needing you after all even though you had an impressive photography resume" Then a memory flashed in my brain of this woman coming through the camp for the displaced recruiting people out of the slums who used to be someone before the calamity. I used to be someone before the calamity. Now I was just someone pleading for my life as I watched soldiers with flame throwers and guns mowing down people as if they were all an overgrown field of wilted produce.</div>
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at one point i was on a prison bus and had a secret phone well the lady bus driver seen i had a phone and she stoped the bus and came back to me demanding the phone, i was like nah fuck you so then she reached over and grabed my balls and started to squeeze them i was like WTF, so i started going off on her, then she let go and i went on this rant that i remember being funny but cant remember what was said.<br />
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this prison had a pool/watering hole sorta thing i guess we got clean at and there was a dead little girl with dark hair, and nun outfit at the pool that no one else could see but me and she was terrified and crying and the only way i couldn't be scared is if i just forced myself to smile while in her presense. Like i knew and understand her as a ghost but couldnt do anything to help her and she knew i could see her but she refused to interact with me.<br />
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i at one time dreamed my soul left my body in my bedroom and walked off away from me. like i was standing there looking at myself. I was laying down, in the third person, AND watching my soul look down at me all at the same time.<br />
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I also dreamed at one point that i was in walmart and seen Thomas and Ashley walk by so i ran after them to confront them. Once i caught up to them, they didnt notice me and i walked by rob alvez and said whats up rob, he was looking all greasy and shit and then T&A turned around. As soon as they noticed me they took off running and i couldnt catch them. I actually think this was one of the first dreams of the night,. So maybe i caught them and beat their head in which sent me to prison lol idk.<br />
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I also dreamed i was in a car with Krazie and he got us lost as fuck. Everyone in the car was also smoking buds... which then makes sense lol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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: then i was freeeee<br />
: so before they could see me out the window i ran to safety. then was like my skin is now tan, my hair is now black, i have shades in my pocket. -bam bam bam- it all instantly happened as i said it.<br />
: spoke that shit into existence. Then I was like there is a pink car with girls in it about to pick me up.<br />
: "honk honk" look to my right, there they were, i just get in."<br />
: the driver was like "hey girls this is the man i was talking about" one of the chicks says from the back seat "soooo is he just an ordinary boy or an extrordinary man"<br />
: i reply, im pretty extrodinary these days but i wasnt always ;)<br />
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they giggle. then the girl sitting in the middle with glazed over eyes and huge pupils was telling me about a new drug she is trying and how i should try it. i was like nope, im good. then the dream fazzed out and i woke up at some random time in the night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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The dream started at
some party, we were all watching a movie or something. There were 4 or 5 of us
on a couch with a blanket over us. There was a woman who was sitting next to /
sorta on top of me and I think her significant other was sitting next to us
like 3 people down. I feel like everyone was drinking except the girl and I. I
was stroking her thigh softly and discretely as if her and I had something going
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After the movie went
off she asked me if I could help her get some more party refreshments from a
house across the street. So I did, expecting to make passionate love to this
girl, we ran up the stairs but when we got there she got something out of a closet
and handed It to me in a hurry. It was a chocolate rabbit that had a goodbye
message written in it but she wouldn't speak. Then she started pushing me out
of the door saying just go. I tried to stop her and grab her face to kiss her,
but it didn't matter, it was goodbye. She was never mine anyways. As we were
walking down the stairs she was hanging onto my back not wanting to let go.
Once we got to the bottom of the stairs I turned her around and she asks,
"Is nothing fair?!" and I replied, "NO! Love, Life and Liberty
you have to fight for." We kissed passionately and I woke up.. And here I
am typing this dream down.</div>
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Sometimes goodbye IS forever, which is why I hate saying it and always say see ya or have fun instead.</div>
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A <b>Book of Shadows</b> is a book containing religious texts and instructions for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_%28paranormal%29" title="Magic (paranormal)">magical</a> rituals found within the <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neopaganism" title="Neopaganism">Neopagan</a> religion of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicca" title="Wicca">Wicca</a>. Originating within the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gardnerian_Wicca" title="Gardnerian Wicca">Gardnerian tradition</a> of the Craft, the first Book of Shadows was created by the pioneering Wiccan <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerald_Gardner_%28Wiccan%29" title="Gerald Gardner (Wiccan)">Gerald Gardner</a> sometime in the late 1940s or early 1950s, and which he utilised first in his <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bricket_Wood_coven" title="Bricket Wood coven">Bricket Wood coven</a>
and then in other covens which he founded in following decades. The
concept of the Book of Shadows was then adopted by other Wiccan
traditions, such as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandrian_Wicca" title="Alexandrian Wicca">Alexandrianism</a>
and Mohsianism, and with the rise of books teaching people how to begin
following Wicca in the 1970s onward, the idea of the Book of Shadows
was then further propagated amongst solitary practitioners unconnected
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He arrives at his part of the tent city where he hands this sacred book to the elder. At this point i'm really really curious whats in the book. Since I saved the other documents from certain doom in the fire the old man didnt force me to leave. As luck would have it those pieces i saved were actually really important to the book, so the man shared some of the information with me. It was a treasure map, but not one to normal treasure, but with a treasure in self. A way to use ones Chakras to open a door with in oneself to travel through dimensions. Then he got his extremely beautiful daughter to perform the ritual on me.<br />
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Then the experience had stopped but the smitten aura was still encompassing me like warm water in a bath. I wanted her to be in my arms. I needed her to be in my arms. She invited me into her tent and we just sat down in the floor holding hands, and she offered me some food. It was a roasted pig and I was surprised because pigs were a really hard to find sort of food in the desperate times we were in. Then the dream fadded by my longing for her remained into the next dream, and even now.<br />
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Then the next dream was rather odd. There was this magical furby that kept comming back to life and i kept killing it. Oh and the whole time the furby had a body like chuck norris. And my partner who was trying to kill it with me was bruce lee. I even put the furby in a headlock that i know he couldnt breathe in. Sob kept living tho. Then i woke up. Thinking, wtf was that all about.<br />
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The other dream was way more awesome to me so. I remembered more about it. That and i think i forgot about the second dream even tho its the one i just woke up from, simply because i used all my dream recall on the first dream allowing the second dream to slip away. Either way, i like the first one better.<br />
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<li><b>Make time to meditate.</b> Put aside atleast 10-20 minutes of time aside from your daily routine for meditation. The effects of meditation are evident when you meditate regularly, some like to meditate at the end the day by clearing their mind, and some prefer to find refuge in meditation in the middle of a busy day. Generally, however, the easiest time to meditate is in the morning, before the day tires your body out and gives your mind more to think about.<br /></li>
<li><b>Find or create a quiet, relaxing environment for meditation.</b> It's especially important, when just begining, to avoid any obstacles to attention. Turn off any TV sets, phone or other noisy appliances. If you play music, make sure it's calm, repetitive and gentle, so as not to break your concentration. Meditating outside can be conducive, as long as you don't sit near a busy roadway or another source of loud noise.<br /></li>
<li><b>Sit on level ground.</b> Sit on a cushion if the ground is uncomfortable. You don't have to twist your limbs into the half lotus or full lotus position or adopt any unusual postures. The important thing is to keep your back straight, as this will help with breathing later on.<br /></li>
<li><b>Relax everything, and keep searching for things that aren't relaxed. </b>When you find them, (and you will), relax them. You may find that you can't relax them unless you adjust your posture so that you are better aligned, and that place doesn't need to work anymore. This commonly happens with muscles near your spine. You may also notice that you are twisted a little and need to straighten out. Little muscles in your face often keep getting tense, too.<br /></li>
<li><b>Let your attention rest on the flow of your breath.</b> Listen to it, follow it, but make no judgments on it (such as "It sounds a little raspy...maybe I'm getting a cold?"). The goal is to allow the "chattering" in your mind to gradually fade away. Find an "anchor" to settle your mind.<br /></li>
<li><b>Silence your mind.</b> Once you've trained your mind to focus on just one thing at a time, the next step is focus on nothing at all, essentially "clearing" your mind. This requires tremendous discipline but is the pinnacle of meditation. After focusing on a single point as described in the previous step, you can either cast it away, or observe it impartially and let it come and then go, without labeling it as "good" or "bad". Take the same approach to any thoughts which return to your mind until silence perseveres.</li>
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I think i'm going through a dream deprivation. The passed few nights my dreams have seemed to elude me right upon waking. I have a few glimpses of what I dreamed of, but not enough to really make a clear post about. SO instead of that, I will write a <b>Beginner's Guide to Lucid Dreaming</b>.</div>
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This blog post examine some<b> easy lucid dreaming techniques</b>, that guide most people with their first lucid dream and will take between 3 days and 3 weeks.</div>
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I have put as much information into this
<b>Beginner's Guide to Lucid Dreaming</b> as I possibly can, so don't worry if you feel overwhelmed. Just take it slow.</div>
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First, <a href="https://plus.google.com/105699527508121484553/posts" style="color: #6c6bc9;" target="_parent">my name is <b>Christopher Franko</b></a>. I've been lucid dreaming since I was 13 years old. Over the last 13 years I have spent alot of time researching dream control. I have learned many different <b>lucid dream</b> techniques and developed a few of my own ways to become lucid and stay lucid in the dream world for longer, allowing me to have many fantastic <b>lucid dream experiences</b>. </div>
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Step 1 - Improve Your Dream Recall</h2>
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Dream recall is really important and you should improve your dream recall so that you remember at least one dream every night (and preferably more). The best way to do this is to remind yourself regularly, "I will remember my dreams", especially just before you go to sleep. This will put the intention to remember your dreams in your subconscious.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmhPMkFhyIiivlZZZF0_PqgYYLcgvbgNrROQZX-yruukrE7ZbUAIm4-PYJsahUXkzYk3BtMuBd8ro339RFSeGulWvhEqOCqH485PAu6NSBoKRajKXpK5aAEEHajhQ2FRUQsxomKcS/s1600/dreamjournal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmhPMkFhyIiivlZZZF0_PqgYYLcgvbgNrROQZX-yruukrE7ZbUAIm4-PYJsahUXkzYk3BtMuBd8ro339RFSeGulWvhEqOCqH485PAu6NSBoKRajKXpK5aAEEHajhQ2FRUQsxomKcS/s320/dreamjournal.jpg" width="320" /></a>I recommend keeping a <a href="http://the-dream-journal.blogspot.com/" style="color: #6c6bc9;"><b>dream journal</b></a> by the bedside so you can write down your dreams as soon as you wake up. Right before you actually get up though, take the time to go over all of the details of the dream a time or two even before you open you eyes, this way your recall will be more implanted into your memory. Also discuss your dreams with friends as often as you can, to really soldifigy the message that dreaming is really important to you and must be remembered. </div>
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Step 2 - Perform Frequent Reality Checks</h2>
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<span style="color: #434343; font-family: Telex, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">A very </span></span><b style="color: #434343; font-family: Telex, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">easy lucid dreaming exercise</b><span style="color: #434343; font-family: Telex, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, reality checking is the secret weapon of those who want to start with </span></span><b style="color: #434343; font-family: Telex, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Dream Initiated Lucid Dreams</b><span style="color: #434343; font-family: Telex, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> (DILDs). If you have ever seen the movie "inception" they accomplish this with tools they call totems. Either way. It works. By doing reality checks </span><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;">frequently</span><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> throughout your waking day, you will enhance your awareness of waking life and be much more likely to recognize that small changes of reality that happen during dreams. An example is, reading text, and flicking a light on and off. Because in a dream, both of those things (though not impossible) are difficult at times. Soon you will spontaneously perform a reality check in a dream, exposing the nature of the dream reality and giving you instant dream control.</span></span></div>
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Step 3 - Learn To Meditate</h2>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><span style="color: #434343; font-family: Telex, sans-serif;">Meditation is a practice in which an individual trains his or her mind or induces a mode of consciousness to realize some benefit. Meditation is generally an inwardly oriented, personal practice, which individuals do by themselves.</span></span><span style="color: #434343; font-family: Telex, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> When you meditate, you have the chance to experience some amazing phenomena, including hallucinations, euphoria and epiphany. Meditation tunes you in to your waking life on new levels, and helps you feel more at peace.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7yRVE0NHaXAaomuvvHNG1aMmM7Xj74pxHj9etO-00YDdn5vnAZeDElFgN7PU8luZu5udllfjgHhse7QiUSgj1BoLNhZnMC3lH0XtDG7CTJ83rawOHNlt9K9psErG1_zTR9sfFryZ/s1600/meditation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7yRVE0NHaXAaomuvvHNG1aMmM7Xj74pxHj9etO-00YDdn5vnAZeDElFgN7PU8luZu5udllfjgHhse7QiUSgj1BoLNhZnMC3lH0XtDG7CTJ83rawOHNlt9K9psErG1_zTR9sfFryZ/s320/meditation.jpg" width="320" /></a>Research has linked meditation with <b>easy lucid dreaming</b> for several reasons. First, meditation trains you to enter altered states of awareness on demand. Secondly, meditation bridges the gap between your conscious and unconscious brain. And third, meditation makes you more self-aware, helping you to recognize the unreality of the dream world hence you become lucid in a dream more often. You can find some good beginners guides to meditation all over the internet, so give it a google!</div>
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Step 4 - Lucid Dream Research</h2>
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If you are serious about having lucid dreams on the regular then you need to do research. It can help you find the best induction methods for you, and will help you learn easy ways to control and explore your lucid dream world. If you don't know the ropes, the whole process takes a lot longer to learn. I have also discovered that, if I am researching lucid dreams, the research is like priming my mind to become lucid that night. So you are essentially telling yourself, dreams are important, lucid dreams are more important, and this is what I want to accomplish when I wake up.</div>
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This part is easy. Lucid dreaming has become increasingly popular with books, websites, forums and even appearing in mainstream media now. The more you think about lucid dreams during the day, the more likely you are to become lucid in your dreams at night. The more you understand about this amazing mind phenomenon, the sooner you will take to it.</div>
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Step 5 - Discover Advanced Methods</h2>
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Once you get yourself into a regular routine with <b>lucid dreaming techniques</b>, like dream journaling and reality checking, it's time to begin more involved methods. Get ready for some acronyms.</div>
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So far, I have only offered methods for Dream Induced Lucid Dreams (where you start dreaming normally and become lucid from within the dreamstate). The most popular type of DILD is called Mnemonic Induction of Lucid Dreams (MILD), created by Stephen LaBerge. I recommend starting out on this route, because DILDs often give way to spontaneous lucid dreams.</div>
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There is also a whole other category known as <a href="http://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com/wake-induced-lucid-dreams.html" style="color: #6c6bc9;">Wake Induced Lucid Dreams</a> (WILDs). These were originally developed by Tibetan Buddhists in the form of Dream Yoga, which involves training yourself to go directly from waking to a lucid dream state. It involves falling asleep consciously and induces some strange phenomena linked with the out of body experience (OBE). </div>
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So there it is - easy lucid dreaming for beginners. Of course, a beginner's guide is only the start. Once you have found some effective ways to become lucid, you will have more questions about controlling and working with the alternate reality of lucid dreams. But that is another article altogether...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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When my awareness of the dream coalesced into my current reality, i found myself with a group of random people hunkered down in a scummy looking mobile home. Armed to the teeth with rifles and hand guns knee deep in a feud with the neighbors. From the intel that instantly gathered from artificial "memories" in the first few seconds of awareness, the country was in utter collapse, government and military was no longer an establishment, and anarchy was the way of life. We were armed to the teeth because we thought the neighbors were encroaching on our food cache. After a few mins of deliberation i walked outside to find i had to walk on huge slabs of wood because the area we were in had been destroyed by some kind of flood, or similar catastrophe, the trees were stripped of leaves and looked rotted. and mud was everywhere. Everything looked filthy, even us. After braving it up and traveling to the neighbors house i found the house was completely empty. So we decided to go in search of them. As we were walking down the muddy hill our mobile home was resting on, i could hear faint foot steps in the distance. Then a decent sized militia of what appeared to be a few hundred people came up over the hill. From the left side an equal sized militia were walking down the hill. Instantly we felt releived because we knew they would have supplies and that we could join them. I remember feeling like i couldnt believe they were real because I felt like humanity was extremely sparse now. After joining their ranks and recieving cleaner clothes and a canteen of water, aswell as munitions for our weaponry, we began to march into the distance and the dream faded.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">The first time our energy met</span></b><br />
I walked into an old bank and walked up marble stairs, the railing was painted black and iron. When i got all the way to the top and wanted to talk to the loan officer. I needed his signature for something. Well after i got the signature i looked around and wondered. "what year is it?" so then i walked up to a teller and asked her. She replied with a confused look on her face. "Sir its 1953..." I remember thinking "OH damn i can make money with my insight of the future!" So i went to another tell and asked her if i could buy some stocks and maybe few bonds with the loan money i just recieved. She said "yea but not here, your going to have to go to wallstreet." I remember asking her if i could instead buy gold and silver coins. She looked at me dumb again and said that i could, and she proceeded to find me some. I ended up with like 500$ worth of silver dollars, and 500$ worth of gold 50$ coins. On the way down the stairs I noticed two really attractive brunette woman standing at the top of the stairs. I walk over to them like the MaC i am and asked them if they knew how to get to wall street and would they take me. They said it would be fine and we started walking down the stairs. As we were walking down the stairs talking with each other the dream started to fade to black like they often do. I was completely aware that it was a dream ever since i asked the teller what year it was so when the dream was fading i was i was holding on to it. Something very interesting happened this time, i started to see flashes of one of the girls and I and the life we ended up having together. I seen a flash of our wedding day, of holding her, intimate moments and i didnt want to leave her. Then awareness of this reality that im in now manifested around me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<p>The second dream faded in from the infinite darkness no me standing in the mall with my wife in between a bench occupied by two people and a,marry go round. I could hear the ambience of the faint music  in the background and lights were flashing everywhere. As I focused in on the two people sitting on the bench one of the people became clear. The person was the rapper <b>Mac</b> <b>Miller</b>. He was signing t shirts and charging ten bucks for a piece them. My wife  criticized him for it and walked off. So I walked over and sat down on the bench.. "yo man ur cd macadellic is bomb, I've got the cd in my car.. I make music too I go by <a href="http://www.soundcloud.com/jediswift"><b>jedi</b></a><a href="http://www.soundcloud.com/jediswift"> </a><a href="http://www.soundcloud.com/jediswift"><b>swift</b></a> on sound cloud." He then hands me his, phone and invites me to open up for his next concert. I was mind blown then woke up.. Haha weird dreams right?</p>
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I had the most epic dream series last night. <b>Zombie apocalypse</b>. Like, this agency (probably umbrella lol) was trying to condition me to forget who i was, and forget how to speak nshit. but i refused. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down.. "your conditioning is weak, i know who i am, l2pavlov lol" and the nurse freaked out, took something out of my mouth and said SAY THAT. but all i could say no matter how hard i tried to say anything else was. MY NAME IS <b>CHRIS FRANKO</b>, next scene, i some how escaped that holding place and found myself in a downward traveling elevator with two doctors that seemed to be helping me. Well he reaches down and sticks a needle into my foot for some reason and says he is restoring the blood flow to it, i was like shit, sounds good to me. And i look down and my other foot looked like it was starting to decay, and when i showed it to the man he started to freak out saying, oh god you are infected, you are infected and i have your blood on me, im going to be infected too, i have a family i have a family, oh god. I was like YOU.. IM INFECTED, MY FOOT LOOKS LIKE ITS ROTING OFF, he was like stfu you will be fine it will heal in a second just look, and i looked down and i was healed. The doctor was soothed a little more, saying, obviously they were testing the virus on you and your body was the only one whos accepted the virus's synergy and didnt decay rapidly like the millions of others who had been infected, that i was basically the Aphex of humanity. Well then the elevator comes to a stop and opens up to a science lab. I walked over and found scissors which i then broke and took the larger side and concealed it like an assassin in my shirt. I was already dressed like everyone else in the facility cept for my lack of footware when i proceeded down the hall and towards the exit. At the end of the hall was this huge dome like structure sort of like the entrance to the building in irobot, had stairs, the companies logo, etc, well i went down the stairs and started walking with the masses out of the complex, i walked up to the first gaurd and took the scissors to his throat, he droped like a sack of potatoes. then i walked through the detectors, they alarmed and i ran out the door and escaped into a world of people that were all morphing into zombies.<br />
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So it was like this facility took in a bunch of people, infected them, and then set them lose after they brainwashed them to forget the whole experience. Like one huge <b>zombie social experiment with out bathsalts</b>. Must say. Best <b>dream</b> in a long time.. Crazier then that is, it happened in my brain, in an alternate reality. So the dream was as real as this reality is, but only in my brain. ^_^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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And the link to JediSwifts new viinyl is here <a href="http://itaintdeliveryitshomemade.viinyl.com/">http://itaintdeliveryitshomemade.viinyl.com/</a><br />
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Walking around the closed aquarium at night with two girls and a shark.. No big deal, the shark had a monocle and a top hat. I kept asking him to put his pipe out so we didn't get caught. He kept making jokes like "this isn't a kitchen and yet theirs bitches.. Your point is invalid" lolwut.. His point made sense. So I didn't question it. Then we started discussing <a href="http://www.xc0n.com/2011/11/ancient-aliens-meme.html"><b>ancient aliens</b></a> and how the idea seemed way more believable then God.. Then I woke up to my baby mama. She was still <b>dreaming</b>. :/<br />
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so I decided to i needed that bicycle. Soon as i knocked him off then jumped on it and took off. The weather changed. It was now <a href="http://www.poetry-of-the-day.com/2010/12/december-snow.html">snowing</a> and raining at the same time. The bike was hard to pedal through the snow and i could hear the evil laughs of the maniac behind me. I hit a bump and fall face forward into a slushy puddle. Soaked to the bone now and shivering. To my left was a guard rail that was guarding entrance to a downward slopped graveyard. I started running down the hill which led to a trip and fall into a roll down the hill where i hit every single headstone on the way down.. Then I woke up.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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I came to dream realization sitting in front of a computer working on a <b><a href="http://www.briefcaseit.com/2011/12/06/expanding-search-engine-optimization-eastern-north-carolina-greenville-nc-washington-nc/">SEO</a></b> project on a weight loss supplement known as <b><a href="http://www.freehcgboost.com/">hcg boost</a></b> for some girl I met on the internet named Jessica. She had her boyfriend there who just so happened to be a dick, so i remembered in the dream that i was setting up payment insurance style easter eggs into the coding of the site because i kept getting the feeling that he wasnt going to pay me, at the same time i was also copying all the files from his Hard Drive with hopes of getting some n00d pix of said chick. Then i noticed this douche bag had a medicine bottle full of high grade refer which i then commence to stealing cause if i wasnt getting paid for my service i might as well get the reefer. This dream didnt seem to last very long and faded rather fast.<br />
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I was in a field of flowers and <b><a href="http://www.freehcgboost.com/pomegranate/the-types-of-pomegranate-trees-available-in-the-world/">pomegranate trees</a></b>. All by myself. I could feel all the flowers, and smell all the scents that fumigated the air to beautifully. This place was very tranquil. I went semi lucid and was aware of being dreaming, but the sites and colors were so vivid that they woke me up. I wish i could some how stay in this place as long as i wanted. Perhaps even get lost there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sadly alice wasnt there tho.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and neither was this place.. but this is neverland... minus michael jackson..</td></tr>
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I guess this is why i have been dreaming of aliens comming down to earth. In my dreams they start colleges that they force us to attend. Also, the people who do no comply to their wishes are killed on the spot. I wonder what this dream means? Could it be foreshadowing? Or are they just my imagination mixing with wishful thinking?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is such a thing even possible?</td></tr>
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