<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047878946208783331</id><updated>2011-11-28T02:15:46.794+02:00</updated><category term='flying'/><category term='pressuring'/><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='movies'/><category term='random'/><category term='MILD'/><category term='lucid'/><category term='dream stupidity'/><category term='false awakening'/><category term='non-lucid'/><category term='videogames'/><category term='first'/><category term='school'/><category term='horror'/><category term='friends'/><category term='DILD'/><title type='text'>Lucidicious Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>A Dream Diary and a progress tracker for getting those Delicious Lucid Dreams; Lucidicious Dreams!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306492910428826886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://sonicyoda.sonicstrike.net/pics/chao.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047878946208783331.post-4967456818402729700</id><published>2008-06-29T10:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:45:05.339+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-lucid'/><title type='text'>Final school field trip</title><content type='html'>I tried various lucidity-inducing techniques before this too, but this one wasn't lucid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our class, and other classes from school are on a field trip. We are at an island which belongs to the Finnish archipelago, but is also near Iceland &lt;/span&gt;(Don't ask how that's possible). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a science expo of some kind, about Finnish and Icelandic nature. People are moving with their friends in groups of various sizes, and examining the booths, some more interested than others. Our class is called together, and we are supposed to have a final picture taken of our class. In addition to our teacher S-R, my friend V's dad R is with us. He's supposedly arranged this trip for us. The photographer arrives, he's a local. He leads us to a spot with a magnificent view. We sit on a cliff and behind us is the sea, the silhouette of Iceland and two volcanic geysers near the shore. They continuously spout an giant pillar of ash and water vapour, which is pulled by the wind to the sea as it rises higher in the sky. The photographer warns us about a yellow moss that grows on the cliff. It burns and irritates for hours if it comes in contact with the skin. He's to late and some people have already accidentally touched some. he takes a handheld pressure washer, and proceeds to clear the rock of the moss with the jet. He is also able to help some people's pain by washing the part of skin which had touched the moss. Many others get their clothes soaked too in this process, including me. But nobody seems to mind, it's summer and warm, even though the wind at sea it pretty chilly. We take the picture and it's time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't remember how I got to this next part. It may have been an "instantaneous transition" once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I enter a taxi with R and someone from my class &lt;/span&gt;(can't remember who). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It starts moving and I notice that it has a steering wheel and other controlling equipment in the front and in the back, but no one's driving! I ask R about this and he explains this is new technology to cut costs. "This taxi is automated. It follows and mimics the movements of the other cab in front of us." &lt;/span&gt;(presumably driven by a human) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I start to get worried since I know GPS and other technologies like it are sometimes inaccurate. And what if the lights change red? Does it wait (and possibly get lost) or drive through endangering us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I wake up. I tried various LD-techniques again, but I had already slept for ten hours so I wasn't tired enough. Well, one Lucid Dream per night is certainly enough!  (For now ;D)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2047878946208783331-4967456818402729700?l=lucidicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4967456818402729700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2047878946208783331&amp;postID=4967456818402729700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/4967456818402729700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/4967456818402729700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-school-field-trip.html' title='Final school field trip'/><author><name>Chao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306492910428826886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://sonicyoda.sonicstrike.net/pics/chao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047878946208783331.post-6227027602287940991</id><published>2008-06-29T06:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:01:51.834+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DILD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MILD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='false awakening'/><title type='text'>The Kawasaki, 1st induced lucid dream!</title><content type='html'>Yes, It's the first lucid dream induced on purpose in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided to have a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream#Wake-initiation_of_lucid_dreams_.28WILD.29"&gt;WILD&lt;/a&gt;, so set up my phone to wake me up six hours after going to sleep with a quiet repeating beep, and left it to the other side of my room so I would have to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six hours later, I woke up from the beeping, did a reality test, (nose test, positive, for being in this world as we know it) and shut the alarm down. I went back to bed and started relaxing my body lying on my back. I had the feeling of a beginning &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnogogic"&gt;hypnogogic&lt;/a&gt; state many times. I felt tingling everywhere and could feel my focus and field of view changing dramatically "behind" my eyes. But it got always interrupted somehow and returned to normal. I guess I was too exited, or had woken in the wrong part of the sleep cycle (I felt pretty wakeful for that time of the night). Anyway, as I almost never sleep on my back, I turned on my side and started using MILD and VILD. I did an interesting test by the way: I held a pencil between my thumb and index finger and kept my hand outside the bed. A little while later I suddenly woke up from the pencil hitting the floor. Sleep is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; sneaky, I had no idea I was falling asleep, though after waking I knew from my state of awareness that I was sliding to sleep. So if you don't control your consciousness, you will fall asleep without ever knowing about it. Soon after that I woke up again, looked at the table next to my bed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and it has a different layout and an analogue clock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(my clock is digital) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A false awakening!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do a reality test regardless I know it is unnecessary. The test comes out negative! (nose test) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in a lucid dream! &lt;/span&gt;I open my window and fly out "bird-style" using my arms to navigate rising wind currents. However, I can't get altitude and keep floating down, so I decide to land on our yard. There are "some" other things I can do than flying, maybe next time! On the ground I briefly try "neo-style"  flying, but it works as well as jumping on the ground with your hands on the side ^-^ What should I do now? I turn around and say: "Give me a Kawasaki "something", because I can't recall model names right now, and definitely wouldn't recall their design from memory. I turn around and YES, there's a generic thousand-cc bright green &lt;/span&gt;(what a wierd color) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;racing motorcycle! I get on an start riding around our neighbourhood. I decide to try what this pair of wheels is capable of &lt;/span&gt;(don't have to worry about cops and/or killing others/yourself). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But there's some problem with the gearbox; after the couple first gears, the speed doesn't increase with gear switches. &lt;/span&gt;(In the dream I thought I had switched the gears too early, and the engine didn't have enough torque to increase speed. Now that I am awake and have my beloved unhindered brainpower to use, I realize this conclusion was false because: A) The engine didn't sound like it had trouble and B) the RPM meter was almost on the max. The meter was kind of inversed BTW, it had the red area from the beginning to 3/4 and the rest was normal. Maybe that had something to do with it. Here dream stupidity prohibited me once again from acting reasonably, I could've just shouted: "Work you piece of $*1t!" and it would've probably started working. Or maybe just create a scooter, but that would've been lame ;) Oh well, you can't have everything, even in lucid dreams.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the transition anymore, but somehow I ended here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm racing on the bike with many other riders on a strange indoor track in a warehouse building. The surface is some kind of felt instead of asphalt, but it has a surprisingly good grip. I ride well &lt;/span&gt;(=the others suck) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and stay in the top three for the whole race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't remember if I won or not, and the dream ended extremely abruptly. My vision went dark and before I could react I felt my body in my bed. It really took 2 seconds max. Got to be more prepared for that the next time, and remember to do the autosuggestion-commands in the beginning and all the way along ("MAXIMUM LUCIDITY, MAXIMUM LENGTH"). Anyway I think this is a great first lucid dream induced on purpose. I hear some people just have time to realize they are dreaming and they instantly wake up. Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Well, well, looks that my subconscious knows more than me! (in fact it always does, it's called intuition) The "Kawasaki color" IS green. All the kawasaki MotoGP etc. -bikes are green. They even have a junior program called "team green".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2047878946208783331-6227027602287940991?l=lucidicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6227027602287940991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2047878946208783331&amp;postID=6227027602287940991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/6227027602287940991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/6227027602287940991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/kawasaki-1st-induced-lucid-dream.html' title='The Kawasaki, 1st induced lucid dream!'/><author><name>Chao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306492910428826886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://sonicyoda.sonicstrike.net/pics/chao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047878946208783331.post-1427413275595805578</id><published>2008-06-21T11:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:16:24.660+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videogames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-lucid'/><title type='text'>Final school get-together, with extra metal gear</title><content type='html'>Three remembered dreams in one night! This really exceeded my expectations. Autosuggestion really works. See previous posts for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;This one contains an very odd transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the final day at school, and our whole age-class from our school has gone downhill skiing. I search for my friends to say goodbye and wish them a good life. The event is very emotional. I decide to hit the slopes with one of my oldest friends, M &lt;/span&gt;(who is an avid Metal Gear-fan IRL)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. We start to ski together, but he goes faster and eventually disappears behind a hillock. I'm approaching it at a very high speed. On the edge I see that it's actually a giant ramp with a huge fall. &lt;/span&gt;(now while falling down on skis from a few hundred meters, I'm thinking: "Gee, good that I didn't jump from the higher ramp next to me. Landing from that would've hurt. Well, maybe this one too, but not very much." Dream stupidity. It's awsome. That was an excellent spot to become lucid, but oh well) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly my "Codec" radio starts recieving a transmission. &lt;/span&gt;(yup, I'm &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solid_Snake"&gt;Solid Snake&lt;/a&gt; out if the blue) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Colonel orders me to destroy a billboard once and for all by jumping through it. I see the billboard far away on my right side; I jumped from the wrong ramp &lt;/span&gt;(I had a strange deja vú there. Like I knew the board would be there and that I forgot to jump from the right ramp. But I've never seen this dream before, at least I don't remember seeing it). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally I hit the ground &lt;/span&gt;(which hurt a little by the way) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and started recieving another transmission from The Colonel: "Too bad soldier, now you have to engage the enemy in person" &lt;/span&gt;(I knew all the time how this mission was going to unfold). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the end of the slope there is a small cabin. I know the enemy is there with a sniper rifle. He spots me and shoots but misses. I duck and pull out my sniper rifle. &lt;/span&gt;(Snake keeps one in his pocket. At this point, I'm controlling the dream with the DualShock-controller and yes, messing with the buttons. I still can't remember their places, but I've never owned a PS.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I take aim and shoot him in the head through the window. He disappears and emerges from the door. He starts to charge berserk towards me. I get a better look through my scope now, and see that he looks like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vulcan_Raven#Vulcan_Raven"&gt;Vulcan Raven&lt;/a&gt; with a tribal mask and has Siper Wolf's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PSG-1"&gt;PSG-1&lt;/a&gt; rifle. I flank him and enter the cabin &lt;/span&gt;(followed by a loading screen ^-^). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hide behind a cupboard and wait for Vulcan Raven to come looking for me. He enters the cabin, but gets a call through the cabin VHF-phone. He talks to the Big Boss. I take aim and shoot him from behind. M "spawns" suddenly next to me and tells me that we are in a hurry. He grabs Raven's vulcan cannon/minigun, and tells me to get the generator pack in order to get it working. We exit the cabin. &lt;/span&gt;(Loading screen :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up. I tried to do a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream#Wake-initiation_of_lucid_dreams_.28WILD.29"&gt;WILD&lt;/a&gt; after waking up, but after 11 hours of sleep, it's pretty much impossible. No lucid dreams, but a pretty good loot for one night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2047878946208783331-1427413275595805578?l=lucidicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1427413275595805578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2047878946208783331&amp;postID=1427413275595805578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/1427413275595805578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/1427413275595805578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-school-get-together-with-extra.html' title='Final school get-together, with extra metal gear'/><author><name>Chao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306492910428826886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://sonicyoda.sonicstrike.net/pics/chao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047878946208783331.post-978747384421269662</id><published>2008-06-21T09:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:42:52.236+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressuring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videogames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-lucid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>"Cube"-ish</title><content type='html'>This one might be connected to the dream of the previous REM-phase, but I can't recall the beginning of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in a very short corridor leading to a large white room. There's also a group of random people with me. I don't regonize anyone. The room's floor is filled with rows of toilet seats (without the water compartment, just the hole and seat) from wall to wall. They form a tight grid, with no space in between. In the middle of the room is a white closet, with a door from the floor to the ceiling. The door is the only visible exit from here. One person from the group decides to go to the door. As she walks on top of the toilets, my 1st person vision changes to a "camera", that zooms into the lid which she is standing on. A spider crawls from the side of the toilet and goes inside it. A heartbeat later an insane amount of insects burst from the toilet and attack the poor volunteer. They engulf her and soon she falls to the floor as a twitching black mass of insects. Then I see two fast "cuts" from above of two other people dying from shark attacks (&lt;/span&gt;yes, a shark attacks from a toilet. Don't ask me why!)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The first one is bitten in half and loses his legs. The second one is devoured completely in one bite &lt;/span&gt;(a nasty close-up, you could see the horrified look on his face and the remains of flesh in the shark's teeth presumably from its previous victims)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. The final cut is a moving panoramic view from the ceiling, showing even more victims lying on the floor. Some are missing skin, limbs, or are heavily burned. Some of them are still alive, but no one dares to help them. &lt;/span&gt;(presumably some of the "toilets" are trapped. Cube, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transition to the next "scene" is probably instantaneous, because I don't remember anything happening inbetween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our reduced group is in a square room with no doors. There is a window high up on the wall. It's not big vertically but it's as wide as the wall. I can see a parking lot, and some other buildings farther through the window. Everyone cheers. &lt;/span&gt;(If you've seen Cube, you can relate to the feeling.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One person begins to climb immidiately, but as he is jumping through, I shout "IT'S A PROJECTION!" &lt;/span&gt;(I realized that the scenery was just a fake picture projected on a wall or something, because when examined more carefully, it looked like it came from a projector.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was too late, he had jumped through and we heard a loud splash. Hoping he not would be dead, we picked up a plank from the floor and pushed it through the window/opening to grab. He manage to climb back but he seemed different. Somehow everything just descends to chaos. People start to break the walls to get out. I go outside through a hole someone has broken. Everything is black. There is a small ledge made of planks surrounding the outside shell of the room, and after that, an endless sea of some murky liquid. The only source of light is a lightbulb inside the room, shooting weak rays of light through the holes in the walls. People are thrown and pushed in the "sea", and climbing back up to throw more people in. I reason that once you come in contact with the liquid you start throwing others in for some reason. I try to escape the madness by running around the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly three men in suits &lt;/span&gt;(à la Cube Zero) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appear. The leader says: "Did you really think you could escape?" and snaps his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in a narrow cavement lying on my stomach. I begin crawling forward and see a cellar ahead. Before the cellar, there's a row of slowly rotating orange circles that float in mid-air &lt;/span&gt;(think coins from super mario etc.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touching them makes them dissappear and adds time to the timer on my newly appeared "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HUD_%28computer_gaming%29"&gt;HUD&lt;/a&gt;". I get to the cellar, and collect more of the "time bonuses" I climb upstairs, but find the door locked. I don't have time to look for a key, so I kick the door open. I enter a home of a random retired senior. He's sitting on a couch. I must fix his computer before I can proceed &lt;/span&gt;(?!?)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. The computer has windows XP, and it throws a random error message at me when I try to boot it. Time is running out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I wake up. I didn't write the dream down or even check the time, so again it's just an estimate&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2047878946208783331-978747384421269662?l=lucidicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/feeds/978747384421269662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2047878946208783331&amp;postID=978747384421269662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/978747384421269662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/978747384421269662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/cube-ish.html' title='&quot;Cube&quot;-ish'/><author><name>Chao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306492910428826886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://sonicyoda.sonicstrike.net/pics/chao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047878946208783331.post-5041761869718017323</id><published>2008-06-21T07:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:00:05.943+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressuring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-lucid'/><title type='text'>The bird of the warehouse</title><content type='html'>I had a dream before this, it had something to do with GTA and the mafia, but it's so unclear I can't tell anything about it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a strange warehouse complex with my friends V and L. It's very dark, I can only make out the shape of objects away from me. In addition to the containers stacked on the floor there are containers hanging from the ceiling. Each with one cable attached to the center so that they are balanced. We start to hear strange sounds and start to suspect that someone else is here with us. Somehow we split or drift apart from eachother, and when I realize it they are already gone from my sight and I'm alone. Out of nowhere a giant eagle lands infront of me. I find it isn't hostile, but friendly. I mount on the eagle, and it starts flying. I decide to pull a prank on my friends. We start to prod the containers and cables in the ceiling, making quite a racket when they crash into eachother. My friends return and seem very confused. They can hear but not see us. Finally L spots us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I Think the REM-phase ended here, because the dream blurred very fast and I don't have any memories of it continuing. I never had the opportunity to explain the situation to my friends. The time is an estimate, since I didn't wake to write this one down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2047878946208783331-5041761869718017323?l=lucidicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5041761869718017323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2047878946208783331&amp;postID=5041761869718017323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/5041761869718017323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/5041761869718017323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/bird-of-warehouse.html' title='The bird of the warehouse'/><author><name>Chao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306492910428826886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://sonicyoda.sonicstrike.net/pics/chao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047878946208783331.post-340370305358612866</id><published>2008-06-20T10:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:43:22.029+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-lucid'/><title type='text'>Pathetic skiing</title><content type='html'>This is a extremely short one, but it's the only part I can recall. It's from the mid-part of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm on a field with some half-molten snow on it. Patches of grass are visible everywhere. Some of my classmates are with me and we are trying to cross-country ski. My friends give up but I keep trying. I get to a good velocity with the "ice-skating"-style, but then I hit a part without any snow and it kills my speed.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2047878946208783331-340370305358612866?l=lucidicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/feeds/340370305358612866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2047878946208783331&amp;postID=340370305358612866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/340370305358612866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/340370305358612866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/pathetic-skiing.html' title='Pathetic skiing'/><author><name>Chao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306492910428826886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://sonicyoda.sonicstrike.net/pics/chao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2047878946208783331.post-1040707071304301857</id><published>2008-06-19T06:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:30:24.760+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressuring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-lucid'/><title type='text'>Octopus cave</title><content type='html'>I don't remember the whole dream even though I know that it was significantly longer. This is the end part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm in a cave filled with a air-water-hybrid substance. Breathable, clear, room temperature, but slow to move in and gravity-reducing. The cave is fairly high and well-lit. The floor resembles a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sawtooth_wave"&gt;sawtooth wave&lt;/a&gt; . There are octopuses swimming in the air. I'm not alone, there are many other people trying to get to the other end of the cave. My little sister starts running to the other end, and I have to catch her. As I jump over the sawtooth peaks an octopus grabs my arm. It feels very cold and uncomfortable, and my arm goes numb. I manage to tug myself away from the grip and continue jumping. My sister has dissappeared and the octopus is chasing me. I see a small hole in the wall in the end of the cave. I crawl through the hole, it leads to a wooden tool shed built inside the stone. I wonder if the octopus will follow me, but suddenly something breaks through the wall... &lt;/span&gt;and I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2047878946208783331-1040707071304301857?l=lucidicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1040707071304301857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2047878946208783331&amp;postID=1040707071304301857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/1040707071304301857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2047878946208783331/posts/default/1040707071304301857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/octopus-cave.html' title='Octopus cave'/><author><name>Chao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306492910428826886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://sonicyoda.sonicstrike.net/pics/chao.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
