fragmented

I had a false awakening last Monday. I dreamed of waking up in my room as usual, and noticed that the light was switched off. I sleep with the light on every single night, so that definitely made me wonder whether or not I was really awake. I should be able to become lucid that time - I had even gotten out of my bed and walked around a bit as a reality check, but somehow I concluded that I must had switched off the light when I woke up a few hours before and went back to sleep. If only I did my usual RC method (looking at my hands) instead of going back to bed... :(

The night before, I believe I had a short sleep paralysis. I went to bed with my headphones on, and listened to some old school trance songs and binaural beats. I woke up after an hour, removed my headphones and went back to sleep. A few minutes later, I felt a rush of fear running through my body as I sensed the presence of another being in my room. Realizing that it was a sleep paralysis, I did not do anything about it - I even tried to enjoy the slightly terrifying feeling of being paralysed. I felt as if there was a black cat climbing up my body, resting on my abdomen, purring beside my ear. I thought that was still bearable - after all, I might be able to do WILD so what harm could a DMT cat do to me? That was until I hear a strange voice, like a group of female choir singers singing twisted melodies. It was not even a melody, I somehow heard two notes repeated again and again. I thought that was too much already, tried to lift my hands for one last time, closed my eyes and sleep. No WILD this time.

Today, I took a short afternoon nap. Had some sort of hypnagogic hallucinations a few minutes after I lay down on my bed. The scene looked very much like a dream, but I was not yet asleep and was still aware of my surroundings. I tried to control the imageries like in my lucid dreams, but nothing really happened. When I fell asleep for real, I had a dream involving Aiko and other Malaysian lolita girls who invited me for a trip. We took pictures and I got to pet two lovely cats. My dream was cut short by someone knocking on my door, perhaps to wake me up for class.

Stephen LaBerge's trance induction of lucid dreaming method was very lovely - I get to listen to his mesmerizing voice lulling me to sleep and waking me up with gentle phrases like "welcome back, dreamer". Awwwwwww I couldn't help but to fall in love deeper with him after listening to the TILD track. But too bad I just can't slip into a trancelike state. Maybe I was immune - or not attentive enough. Either way, the track didn't work for me so far. Will try them again tonight.

quick post: Stephen LaBerge!

Guess what arrived in the mail yesterday?

Lucid Dreaming by Stephen LaBerge! OMG finally!

Bought this from trademe.co.nz for $35 (including postage). I wanted to buy Exploring The World of Lucid Dreaming, but didn't find any, so I bought this one instead. It even has a CD thrown in as well, with my beloved Stephen guiding techniques on how to induce lucid dreams, do reality checks etc with his mesmerizing voice. Okay, not that mesmerizing, but it's Stephen LaBerge himself FGS. How can I not fall in love with him? :3

I haven't had time to read the book yet thanks to the HUBS test earlier today, but I'm definitely going to read it tonight - while listening to Stephen's mesmerizing induction tracks of course. Awwww~

Altogether now: the next time I'm dreaming I want to remember to recognize I am dreaming.

codeine (and hashish and Delysid) and the end of dry spell

I'm currently taking codeine for my toothache, so I doubt that I'll be getting much vivid dreams/lucid dreams since opioids inhibit REM sleep. I also stopped eating peanut butter + apple juice for a while since I don't really feel like eating/drinking sweet stuffs thanks to the toothache. Stuck with hot salt water mouthwash 3 times a day after getting my premolar extracted. All of that and I still got a post-op infection. Haish.

Good news though: I actually had one lucid dream before the painkiller abuse commenced i.e. on Monday, which was also my first lucid dream in two weeks. Which also means my dry spell has ended! Codeine took over from there and everything went downhill afterwards though. But still, a lucid dream is a lucid dream and I'm so going to record it here.

So I slept very early the night before, around 9 p.m. The pain was too much for me to bear, so after taking 1000 mics (lol) of paracetamol I proceeded to hide myself under my duvet, cried and moaned hoping that someone could take me to A&E and give me a nice shot of antibiotic and morphine, but no one noticed though so I kept on rolling on my bed fighting the pain and somehow fell asleep in the process. Kept waking up in the middle of the night from the pain, took more paracetamol, went back to sleep. Had a long winding dream which I totally forgot to record (but I remember fragments involving me eating a block of hashish), so I couldn't remember much of them. I did, however, managed to record the lucid part of my dream.

I was riding a motorcycle in the rain along a deserted highway. The weather was getting worse so I decided to take refuge under a bridge. After paying for the toll, I made a detour and headed for the nearest bridge when suddenly, a group of biker gang-type guys started honking at me. There were around five of them at that time. I didn't feel particularly terrified though, despite me being a girl surrounded by guys who looked like rapists on Harley Davidson (I tend to associate guys with long mustaches as rapists - don't ask). One of them told me that I was riding on their private road and that I should get the eff off or suffer the consequences. Just when I was about to tell them that I was indeed going to GTFO, a guy who was also my senior arrived and shooed them away. He later offered to accompany me along my journey, but since his vehicle magically disappeared after encountering the biker gangs, he had to ride pillion on my bike. Which also meant he got to embrace me from behind. WTFBBQ! I must mention that I sort of have an eye on that particular senior in real life, so having a dream like that was like, whoa.

We went along the highway until we passed through a very beautiful hillside, with yellowish green grasses, a deep blue pond and bright orange sky. I told him that I wanted to stop by that place to take some pictures, and he agreed. At this point I somehow realized that I was dreaming ("This is too beautiful to be real. I must be dreaming") and became lucid without doing any RCs. However, I didn't feel as excited as I should be - FGS, it's my first lucid dream in two weeks kot! I told the senior that I was dreaming and we were in a dream, but he didn't say anything. The deep blue pond looked inviting, though, so I decided to jump into the pond for free falling practice purposes. Since it was a dream, the distance between the pond and my jumping platform suddenly disappeared, so instead of free falling, I only managed to plop into the pond, and ended up covering myself in blue algae. The senior along with another random DC laughed at me before I lost my awareness and were taken to a new dream scene.

I was no longer lucid at this point, but I somehow had the aforementioned senior as my father in this dream. Along with several other DCs, we were made to congregate in a small, untidy room (which looked like an abandoned attic) while the senior talked about something. I suddenly realized that I had three vials of Delysid on my lap, which appeared out of nowhere. Thinking that they might upset my 'father', I tried to hide them under my skirt, but he already noticed them and demanded that I return the vials to him. I struggled to do so though, because LSD was my favourite drug and I had always wanted to try a vial of the powerful psychedelic. Too bad I woke up before I managed to take a sample.

I woke up at 10 am the following day. Tooth was getting worse, but at least I woke up knowing that I managed to have a lucid dream. One which also involved my senior [ex-]crush (ex because I've already found my dream guy 'Adrien' - who, I kid you not, looks exactly like the Raphael I imagined day in and day out) :P

ETA: I actually managed to go to the exact place I visited in this lucid dream last Saturday. Turns out it was actually Otago Peninsula, specifically at St. Leonards. Everything was there - the hills, the blue pond (which was actually a creek), minus the enhanced colours. I guess dream is destiny, after all.

peanut butter + apple juice = psychedelic advocates?

Bad news: dry spell again. Man, it's very frustrating this time because I couldn't pinpoint the culprit behind it. Definitely not pseudoephedrine because I didn't (rather, didn't need to) take any. I didn't take any other stimulants or wakefulness-promoting agents either. And I didn't have any significant change to my routine - well, nothing obvious. All the more frustrating when you consider the fact that I had 4 lucid dreams the week before I had this dry spell. What's with the drastic fluctuation??? Arghhhh!!!

Good news: I want my vivid dreams back, so I followed the advice from the people at the Dreamviews forum, and prescribed myself one tablespoon of peanut butter and a glass of apple juice before I go to sleep. It worked :D I've been doing this for the past few days and my vivid dreams have returned yay. My dream recall have also improved, and I can now remember about four dreams per night. How awesome. But still, that's not enough. I want my lucid dreams back.

My dream last night was about me going for a stroll around Dunedin, walking aimlessly with a partner. Or so I believed I was accompanied by a partner. We were heading home from Octagon when the scenery changed abruptly into a heavily altered version of Dunedin. Instead of rows of shops, the place was now occupied by old, abandoned building and a creepy prison, sort of like Penjara Pudu. For some unknown reason, I decided to get into the prison to see if there was anything interesting I could find. I went past a rather big cell occupied by naked and dishevelled old men, but I thought it was normal for people in a prison so I didn't become lucid or anything. Grrr. I had a small chat with one of the men, who invited me to enter their cell. I realized that the cell was occupied by famous psychedelic advocates, including Tim Leary, Aldous Huxley, Sasha Shulgin, Terence McKenna, Albert Hofmann and Ram Dass. Ram Dass later proceeded to give a speech about how psychedelics are misconstrued by the people in my generation, and how people have failed to appreciate the entheogenic properties of psychedelics. He also claimed that the ignorance of the authorities have caused them to end up in the abandoned prison, as a punishment for their long psychedelic crusade. I was moved by his wisdom, and planned to get them out of the prison. We managed to escape, and boarded a train which appeared out of nowhere.

The train was very much like the Taieri Gorge train, but a bit larger. I was aware of the fact that boarding the train with a group of prison breakers will lead me into a very complicated situation, but I kept on doing so anyway because I felt it was my duty to help them psychedelic advocates. Everything went fine until the train conductor began asking for tickets. I began to panic because we boarded the train illegally without tickets whatsoever. The conductor announced that there were a bunch of convicts in the coach (referring to the psychedelic advocates) and anybody without a valid ticket would be shot. The men got up one by one, and jumped out of the moving train without hesitation. I was going to do the same but the train conductor stopped me, and told me that it was unnecessary since I was not dangerous. All I need to do was to show my ticket, she said. Realizing that I had none, I began running away as fast as I could.

I later found myself in the middle of some sort of festival. Ram Dass and friends were there, giving lectures to a group of keen listeners. A Balinese lady ornately adorned with jewelleries and psychedelic attire danced ecstatically in one corner, while the rest of the crown swayed their body to the music played (I believe it was psybient, not Goa trance.) The scene looked very much like Nambassa/Burning Man/FMF. I wanted to join the crowd and take acid or whatever, but stopped short upon seeing the train conductor with a shotgun in her hand. I tried to hide, but she noticed me and began firing shots towards me. I employed my classic dream shooting escape technique i.e. pretended that I was shot and dropped dead, which managed to make her stop and walk away. Surprisingly, the crowd were not at all stirred from the shootings, and everybody acted as if nothing had just happened. I realized that I was shot on my left shoulder, and woke up.

You see, I managed to carry out 2 of my dream tasks i.e. meet Ram Dass et al. and attend a hippie festival, but I was not lucid FGS. It's wonderful, yet frustrating at the same time. I want my lucid dreams back sobs. Peanut butter + apple juice, do me good will you? T_T

a lucid birthday present

Late post is late. So yeah, yesterday was my birthday, but I didn't get to celebrate or anything because I had classes all day and I can't go out at night (it's too dangerous to do so here, with drunk people around and whatnots :P). I spent my day surfing the net, weeping for no reason (definitely not because I can't celebrate my birthday - I weeped because I'm in my frustration stage of culture shock right now har har). But my beloved friends and Toroa College RAs (including Simon! weee :D) did manage to make me smile with their gifts and wishes (made me cry even - thanks a lot Leana for the lovely gift), and I gotta admit, getting a birthday wish from a random guy who sat beside me in CELS191 class is kinda sweet :D

Ah wait, I should put that in my vegetative main blog. Hahaha. But yeah, today's entry did have something to do with my birthday. My first birthday present this year was actually from my Subconscious, in the form of sleep paralysis, awesome hypnagogic hallucination, false awakening and two lucid dreams within one hour of sleep. Can you believe that? Effin awesome! This is why I love my Subconscious, she's sweet like that (even though she did piss me off with her emo antics occasionally :P). Last Sunday I suddenly felt overly sleepy at 11 p.m., which was weird because I usually go to bed at 1 a.m. I had several Physics and Chem lab pre-readings to do, but I was so sleepy I couldn't even comprehend a single sentence I was reading. So I decided to take a nap for 30 minutes or so, and resume academic works afterwards. Classes starts at 9 the next day, so that wouldn't be a problem.

Did RC before I doze off, as usual. My sleep was fairly deep and blissful for the first few minutes. I dreamed about being in a dim bathroom, similar to the old and creepy bathroom at Lanarch Castle I visited last Saturday. There were two people with me, but I couldn't recognize who they were. I also remember walking along a dark passage, which I believed was an altered version of the hallway in my house. That was all I could remember, sorry. Damn dream recall.

I kept waking up at intervals (every 10 minutes) even before my alarm went off, probably because I had made up my mind to sleep for only a short while. That didn't work, obviously, because every time I woke up I would get back to sleep. After waking up for the second time, I had this brief imagery (hypnagogic hallucination?) about a guy who kissed and caressed me sensually. Creepy one, because I'm sure that guy didn't look anywhere near Raphael. Feeling a bit naughty (lol), I didn't do anything about it, and sort of let myself go with the flow (it's nothing like what you're thinking, I swear :P). I thought I told him half-consciously that I didn't want full-blown sex, so don't go beyond the kisses and caresses. See, I am a good girl XD. I fell asleep shortly afterwards, resuming the scene in my dream. After a few minutes I woke up again, but this time something creepier happened to me. I was aware that I had woken up, but when I wanted to do RC, my body didn't respond to me. I immediately realized that I was having a sleep paralysis, and instead of freaking out, I felt excited because I could finally try my hands on WILD. However, I was not able to do so because during my sleep paralysis, I sensed the presence of another being in my room, sitting beside me on my bed. I wanted to have a better view of the being, but what the hell, I was paralyzed already. When I asked the being who was he/she, it responded by kissing me passionately. So this was the guy I saw just now, I thought to myself. Of course, I was freaked out, but I couldn't do anything about it. So I let him do whatever he wanted to, while trying my best to get back to sleep before he decided to rape me or something. Gila creepy - I was molested by my own hallucination. What the eff.

When I get back to sleep, I had a false awakening. I dreamed about waking up, went to the kitchen to wash my glass of milk that I drank before going to bed, and met Amal. We had a small chat before I woke up (again!) and my alarm went off. It was 11.30 p.m., but I wanted to have another round of sleep because hey, it's my birthday the next day. So I did just that, and found myself in some sort of event where blissful-looking people congregated in circles. I looked around, and discovered that the event was DMT: The Spirit Molecule Convention. Phwarrghhh!! Someone told me that Rick Strassman was also there. Double phwarrghhh!!! My housemates were all there, along with Kak Fairuz, our senior. I was wondering why they were in a psychedelic event when an old man came and approached us. By the look of him, I was positive that he was the Rick Strassman, M.D., the psychopharmacologist who was also the author of the renowned book DMT: The Spirit Molecule. How cool was that - I get to meet Rick Strassman! Apparently he was choosing several people to take part in a spiritual cleansing activity. I wanted him to choose me, but he didn't seem to even notice me and proceeded to choose my housemates and Kak Fairuz instead. You kidding me?? How can I, a person twenty times more Goa than my housemates combined didn't get to be chosen?? I still wanted to take part in the activity, so I tried to swap places with one of my housemates because I was sure she wasn't even remotely interested in psychedelic stuffs. She agreed, and I got to join Strassman. Yay!

The 'spiritual cleansing' activity was actually some sort of game where you build the most intricate model of a temple you could possibly design using colourful geometrical pieces. With the help of DMT, of course. We were supposed to do them in groups of three, but I couldn't find anybody to be in my team, so I wandered around for a while. On my way, I met a sweet German couple, who seemed to be in a state of pure bliss courtesy of DMT. They invited me to join them, and that was when I realized that I was dreaming. I saw my twelve-fingered hands, got excited, uttered the full lucidity mantra. I told the German couple that I was dreaming. They seemed to be very excited about it and congratulated me. We had a short meditation session together, and I felt a warm sense of bliss. I didn't manage to take any DMT though, because I was told that there were none left. Too bad, too bad. All of sudden, one of my housemates approached me, and told me that Kak Fairuz was having a severe seizure. I went to help her, and noticed that she had a very weird face. Her face was distorted, with very small eyes, nose and lips.

kind of like this, but worse. Yes, she even looked like a man.

I deduced that she must've been suffering from a rare disease, cystic fibrosis or something (I don't know what triggered me to think about CF lol). We called Strassman the M.D. to see if he could do anything about it. He requested for a vial of Insulin A from me, but I didn't know what the hell was Insulin A. Still, I decided to summon a dream Insulin A anyway, and produced a vial from my pocket. I gave them to Strassman, but he seemed unimpressed with my effort, telling me that the Insulin A was contaminated. He used them anyway, and within minutes Kak Fairuz was cured. I woke up - it was 11.45 p.m.

Went back to sleep, had another lucid dream. This time, I found myself atop a seven-storey building, which looked like a posh plaza or something. I knew I was dreaming, but I did RC just to make sure I won't kill myself after jumping off. I lack two fingers, and had deformed middle and index fingers on both of my hands. Confident that I was dreaming, I spread my arms wide, imagined myself flying, and jumped off. I didn't fly though; I merely fall down slowly. The fall, however, was very realistic - I could even feel the adrenaline rush as I fall down. When I reached the ground, a guy greeted me and offered to escort me around. He looked like Harry Potter, and I suddenly realized that the place looked very much like Hogwarts. I'm not a fan of HP, but I thought it'll be cool to explore Hogwarts with Harry XD The dream began to fade, but I quickly uttered my favourite lucidity mantra. As we went past a Hogwarts version of Whitcoulls, however, the dream disintegrated rapidly. I woke up at precisely 12 a.m. Happy birthday to me :D

Btw, for my birthday, I bought myself three Castaneda books. I love Scribes Secondhand Bookstore - they have tonnes of Castaneda in stock. The shopkeeper is lovely too.

reading about lucid dreaming makes you lucid

The above video is an old track rediscovered. I listened to this back during my earlier psy-trance addict years (circa 2005). I could still remember the rush of euphoria I experienced when I first listened to this track. After that, I was preoccupied with Astral Projection, and later, Visual Kei (you kidding me???) and sort of left 1200 Mics for a while. Until now, that is. Man, who could ever put aside the genius that is Raja Ram?

That has nothing to do with today's entry, of course - I just want to share this here instead of on my main blog. Haven't got much multimedia contents in this dream journal of mine. And let's face it, lucid dreaming is closely related to psychedelic/Goa trance, so wouldn't it be cool to listen to psy stuffs while reading my lucid dreaming adventures in this blog? XD

By the way, remember what I told you about my improving lucid dream duration? It's true - I am improving, both in terms of duration and frequency. This morning I got my third lucid dream in this week, which was awesome coz I believe I had only mentioned about wanting to have three lucid dreams per week, like, two days ago? Another awesome thing was that I somehow managed to accurately time the duration of my lucid dream instead of merely guessing it, and it turned out that this morning, I had a 45-minute long lucid dream (45 minutes in waking life, at least). I went to sleep at 11 p.m. last night, woke up at 8 a.m., went back to sleep, and became lucid. I believe this is what people call WBTB (Wake Back To Bed). Yay for successfully attempting a new lucid dreaming induction method :D

My dream began with me making fun of a boy who was using an electrolarynx, which subsequently resulted in me being electrocuted with the electrolarynx by the annoyed kid. I then found myself in a sparsely decorated house, in which Dad ordered me to go and buy more decorations. I went out of the house, but instead of going to the home decor shop, I went inside a game arcade and decided to play DDP for a while before going to the shop. I saw my brother on the DDP machine, so I thought it would be cool to dance with him. He never showed his face to me though, but I immediately knew it was him. As I move my body to the music, I realized that I was completely naked. There were boys watching me dancing, which made me feel very uncomfortable. The DDP screen showed nonsense, and the dance moves featured were very foreign to me. I suddenly thought "is this a dream?", because the only time I found myself naked in public places was in my dream. I looked at my hands, and there they were - the extra finger on each of my hand confirmed my suspicion. I then uttered the full lucidity mantra several times, went out of the arcade, and found myself in a very unfamiliar setting. Everything was so vivid and lifelike that I could hardly believe I was dreaming. Did RC several times to convince myself that I was in a dream, and each time I counted, I had a total of 12 fingers.

I immediately thought of flying to a lovely spot where I could watch the sunrise, so I jumped as high as I could to catch the heavy wind blowing past me. After several attempts I managed to levitate, and I then ordered the wind to bring me to my desired place. Although the wind was going at very high speed, I was not that high above the ground. I wanted greater control over my flying attempt, so I imagined myself flying at a greater altitude. My attempt was successful, although I didn't manage to go as high as I hoped for. I finally arrived on top of a beautiful hill with a breathtaking view of the rising sun and lots and lots of wildflowers, similar to the one I saw during the Taieri Gorge Railway trip last Sunday. I wanted to take a pic of the panorama, but realized that I had no camera with me. I've read about how lucid dreamers are able to 'summon' various objects (including psychedelic drugs and lucid enhancer pills) simply by reaching into their pocket/bag, so I decided to do just that, to see whether I also have the ability to do so. I reached into my backpack, produced a blue pouch, imagined that there was a camera in the pouch - and there it was. Although it was not a DSLR (the camera, in fact, resembled my very old defunct 3 megapixel camera), it was operable, and that was enough to make me content. I took camwhore pictures with the background of the rising sun, and pictures of the scenery. Later, several DCs came to me and requested to be included in my pic. I recognized them as the people I knew from INTEC, including Amal and Linda. They looked very friendly, so I thought why not, I can later brag to the world about how I was able to take pictures with my DCs in my lucid dream (I am doing exactly that :P). We took several pictures together, and chatted for a while.

I then decided to explore my dream world further, and imagined a place where I could have a free fall. Linda and another DC wanted to follow me, so I brought them along. We travelled along a highway, which was uninteresting and monotonous in the beginning. The highway turned out to be a lot more exhilarating, and we found ourselves travelling up a very steep slope, kind of like climbing a very tall slanted building. We reached the peak and that was when I realized that I could free fall from that very spot, so I spread my arms and dropped myself down. Awesome.

When we reached the end of the highway, Linda told me that there was a lovely spot on our left hand side where we could have a picnic by the lake. She told me that the place was similar to a tourist spot in Seremban (I didn't remember the exact name of the place she told me). What she didn't tell me was the fact that there were several wild bears on that very spot, which could kill us in no time. As soon as we reached the place, a very big polar bear began approaching us. The bear looked vicious, but realizing that I was in a dream, I thought that there must be a way for me to tame the wild beast. I told the DCs that there's nothing to worry about; this was a dream, and I could make the beast obey my orders. I held out my hand, trying to pet the polar bear, and it suddenly turned into a very adorable bear. We played with the bear for a while, and that was when we realized that there were two other bears (non-polar XD) ready to attack us. I did the same thing to the other bears, and soon enough, we had three bears as pets to play with.

Linda later suggested that we go to a new spot which was quite far away from our current place. She seemed to be able to discern the fact that we were in a dream at this moment, which was interesting. I wondered if the Linda in front of me was the actual Linda and not merely my subconscious disguising herself as a DC. It would be cool if I have a shared lucid dream with someone I know, I thought to myself. But then again, I realized that she was probably in class at the moment, so there's no way we're able to be in the same dream. That aside, when I suggested that we fly to that place she was talking about, she did not dismiss it as absurd. This was my second successful attempt in trying to convince my DCs that we were in a dream. We were preparing for our flight when I suddenly opened my eyes. Damn! It was over just like that! There were not even signs of dream destabilization FGS. I tried doing DEILD, but I couldn't get back to my dream. My REM phase had ended, it seemed. I looked at my alarm clock, and it was 8.45 a.m. It occurred to me that I just had a 45-minute lucid dream. That definitely made my day.

By the way, title is such because I believe I read so many lucid dreaming materials these days before I went to sleep. I guess that's one of the reasons behind my improving lucid dreaming duration and frequency. My hypothesis is that when you read stuffs related to lucid dreaming before sleep, you would think about the stuffs you read until you fall asleep - and that's almost like doing MILD. How cool is that?

Side note: Linda is officially my new dream sign.

micro lucid dreams?

Before I start, good news: technically, I had two lucid dreams last week - two rather awesome ones. Which technically means I have achieved my goal to have at least two lucid dreams per week before the end of Semester 1. I just hope that things will carry on like this (or, preferably, improve) from time to time. Maybe I should aim a bit higher: three lucid dreams per week before the end of this semester :D

Anyhoo, I noticed that my dream recall had improved a bit, but they were still disappointing. I didn't know what caused my dream recalling abilities to fluctuate like this - I used to be able to remember four dreams per night in great detail (which gave me the feeling of not having a minute of sleep every night, leading to me falling asleep in my classes :P). No, I haven't drank my turmeric tea yet, I'm too preoccupied with Physics to make myself a mug of sweet aromatic turmeric tea. Lol. But yeah, yesterday I managed to remember more of my dreams.

Think I'll just wait. Maybe I am just too tired. Can I have a bike please?

Surprisingly, despite my unimpressive dream recalling abilities, I had two lucid dreams in a row already this week, although I would rather consider them semi-lucid dreams, or even micro lucid dreams. They were very short, like my earlier lucid dreams, and were not as interesting as last week's. I didn't remember much of Monday night's dream - all I could remember was that I suddenly had the urge to do reality check by looking at my hands, saw that I had six fingers on each hand, and exclaimed "I am lucid!" Pathetic thing was, I didn't do anything about it afterwards, and let the dream end without even an ounce of control. Well ah, maybe I did control it somehow, but I simply couldn't remember what happened. So kids, this is why you need to establish your dream recall first before you're able to lucid dream. If you can't remember your dream, what's the point of being lucid? XP

The second one happened last night. This time, however, I remembered the dream began with me having to walk back from Castle 1 Lecture Theater to my flat. I was already tired of walking such a long distance, so I began running as fast as I could. One thing I noticed in my dream, whenever I started sprinting, I would feel almost weightless and I could easily cover several kilometres without feeling lethargic at all. In the dream, I was running happily when I realized that my body became lighter and lighter until every stride I took made me airborne for a short while. This was when I realized that I was dreaming, and I then proceeded to jump as high as I could to make myself levitate. I sort of galloped in the air for a minute or so before the dream ended, and that's it. Um, I did have a bizarre dream afterwards about me as a young girl, playing under a raspberry tree (raspberries come from trees? lol!) in a scantily-clad outfit, but yeah, the lucid part was uninspiring.

By the way, I managed to catch a short afternoon nap yesterday, during which I managed to have a rather vivid dream. In between sleep and wakefulness, I saw a guy, probably from one of my classes, sitting in our dining/living room (which didn't resemble our real life dining/living room at all). He turned on his laptop, presumably to do assignments/log on to Blackboard, and I decided to join him. I did my usual routine of checking the mail, Facebooking, Blackboarding, and played Talvin Singh's Jaan on my laptop. Tried to promote the song to Hannan, but she didn't seem to be interested in Asian Underground. All of sudden, the guy approached me and revealed that he, too, loves Talvin Singh - he even had a special remix of Jaan in his laptop. He offered to give the remix to Hannan, which, surprisingly, didn't refuse the offer although she seemed a little bit bored with it. The remix sounded cheesy to me, a la Scooter type bangin' techno, but I was impressed. I immediately felt that he was cute - not only because he was cute, but also because he loves electronic music. Me and Hannan were pushing and pinching each other, daring each other to go and usha that guy. I made the first move, but instead of starting a conversation with him, I told him that Hannan was interested in him. Then my alarm rang and it was time to go to class.

I do hope I could get a full lucid dream tonight, or later this week. Lucid dreams are awesome. And God, are there any other ways to improve dream recall other than drinking turmeric tea? You think I should try taking binaural beat doses again?