the smiling eyes
Rising Star
So after my curious string of lucid dreams and my decision to get "ask yourself, is this a dream?" tattooed on my wrists, I did a bunch of reading into the lucid dream phenomenon. I learned that taking vitamin B6 and melatonin before bed can drastically increase dream activity. It's also theorized that it can help you become lucid. So I bought myself the highest concentrated B6 and melotonin I could find and spent the whole day doing reality checks. I had no idea that it would work so fast. I was sure it would take at least a few weeks of reality checks to remember to do it in a dream. The past two nights in a row, however, I achieved lucidity. These are the reports of those dreams.
The first night, the dream was sort of trivial in the sense that nothing significantly cool happened. I was walking through an environment that kind of looked like Marineland; some sort of theme park. I met with two girls who invited me to walk with them. It was at this point that I looked at my wrists. The letters of my tattoo were all scrambled. "YES!" I thought "it worked!". The first thing I did was ask one of the girls what it felt like to be a dream character and she deflected the question by changing the subject, just as I expected her to. I don't remember much of the conversation but the dream took a sexual turn. Not the best way to make use of an oppurtunity like that, but can you blame me? That's about where the dream shifted into another dream for which I was not lucid. I was completely blown away by how effective the tattoo is and how fast it became useful. Unreal. But that was nothing compared to the next night.
My second dream took place in a yellowish dingy lit house in which I was apparently living. I was sitting in an upstairs bedroom. My girlfriend was sitting to my right and my dad to my left. We were playing with our cats. 6 cats in total. My dad went to go downstairs and Kitty, my oldest cat followed him. I said to Sara "he's so nice and Kitty like's him." Then my dad returned with a whole bunch more cats I didn't recognize. "Great! More cats to play with" I thought. I was having fun petting and playing when all of a sudden three very young kittens appeared before me. I was thrilled until again, very suddenly, a very ugly looking baby bird appeared in the cuddle puddle of cats and kittens. It was all naked and wrinkly. I was startled. Then, another ugly baby bird appeared. Then another. I started to become very frightened and began to panic. I looked at my wrists and I had no tattoos. A wave of joy and relief washed over me as I realized I was dreaming. "It's okay, It's just a dream" I said to Sara. Then for fun, I back handed her and my dad in the face. My dad looked at me and said "kiss me". "Fuck you!" I replied jokingly, laughing at the hilarity of the situation. It was time to explore my dream. This is when things get interesting. I went into to the hallway of which the floors were covered with broken pieces of wood panelling. It was as if the house was being renovated and then abandoned part way through the job. A particularly large strip of wood began to hover above the ground about 6 feet away from me. I knew it was coming for me. I put my hands out in front of me and tried to stop it with my mind. No luck there. I dodged the wooden missle as it whirred by me. I continued walking. Another piece of wood rose from the ground and came right at me. I tried again with every ounce of me to stop it mid flight but this one hit me right in the chest. I kept walking. I started trying to recall things from my waking life, thinking it would increase the lucidity of the dream. "I work at the Ontario Conservatory of Music, I'm 23 years old, I drive a car" I thought to myself, trying to gain control. It didn't work, it actually woke me up. I lept out of bed and started feverishly writing the dream down before I forgot anything. I hope that with enough practice I'll be able to stop the pieces of wood. Fuckin' Matrix style. There were more quirky things that happened in other unrelated, non-lucid dreams but I doubt anyone has read even this much so I will leave it it that.
I'm going to continue with the vitamin B6 and melatonin for two more nights and then stop for awhile. I guess it's not good to take too much of it. I'll post again if there's anything worth writing. Thank you for reading!
The first night, the dream was sort of trivial in the sense that nothing significantly cool happened. I was walking through an environment that kind of looked like Marineland; some sort of theme park. I met with two girls who invited me to walk with them. It was at this point that I looked at my wrists. The letters of my tattoo were all scrambled. "YES!" I thought "it worked!". The first thing I did was ask one of the girls what it felt like to be a dream character and she deflected the question by changing the subject, just as I expected her to. I don't remember much of the conversation but the dream took a sexual turn. Not the best way to make use of an oppurtunity like that, but can you blame me? That's about where the dream shifted into another dream for which I was not lucid. I was completely blown away by how effective the tattoo is and how fast it became useful. Unreal. But that was nothing compared to the next night.
My second dream took place in a yellowish dingy lit house in which I was apparently living. I was sitting in an upstairs bedroom. My girlfriend was sitting to my right and my dad to my left. We were playing with our cats. 6 cats in total. My dad went to go downstairs and Kitty, my oldest cat followed him. I said to Sara "he's so nice and Kitty like's him." Then my dad returned with a whole bunch more cats I didn't recognize. "Great! More cats to play with" I thought. I was having fun petting and playing when all of a sudden three very young kittens appeared before me. I was thrilled until again, very suddenly, a very ugly looking baby bird appeared in the cuddle puddle of cats and kittens. It was all naked and wrinkly. I was startled. Then, another ugly baby bird appeared. Then another. I started to become very frightened and began to panic. I looked at my wrists and I had no tattoos. A wave of joy and relief washed over me as I realized I was dreaming. "It's okay, It's just a dream" I said to Sara. Then for fun, I back handed her and my dad in the face. My dad looked at me and said "kiss me". "Fuck you!" I replied jokingly, laughing at the hilarity of the situation. It was time to explore my dream. This is when things get interesting. I went into to the hallway of which the floors were covered with broken pieces of wood panelling. It was as if the house was being renovated and then abandoned part way through the job. A particularly large strip of wood began to hover above the ground about 6 feet away from me. I knew it was coming for me. I put my hands out in front of me and tried to stop it with my mind. No luck there. I dodged the wooden missle as it whirred by me. I continued walking. Another piece of wood rose from the ground and came right at me. I tried again with every ounce of me to stop it mid flight but this one hit me right in the chest. I kept walking. I started trying to recall things from my waking life, thinking it would increase the lucidity of the dream. "I work at the Ontario Conservatory of Music, I'm 23 years old, I drive a car" I thought to myself, trying to gain control. It didn't work, it actually woke me up. I lept out of bed and started feverishly writing the dream down before I forgot anything. I hope that with enough practice I'll be able to stop the pieces of wood. Fuckin' Matrix style. There were more quirky things that happened in other unrelated, non-lucid dreams but I doubt anyone has read even this much so I will leave it it that.
I'm going to continue with the vitamin B6 and melatonin for two more nights and then stop for awhile. I guess it's not good to take too much of it. I'll post again if there's anything worth writing. Thank you for reading!
tho not feeling bored in the meantime.