Dream Journal of a Neural Mishap

Senseless Drawing

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 20:13:00 +0000

Just because it's been a long time since I've shared a drawing, here's a scribble

Lucid Dream - Advanced Dream Task!

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 11:51:00 +0000

I have that feeling of falling, and I focus on what to do while lucid dreaming. I can hear sounds vividly, like dreaming, but I was aware of the position I was lying in on my bed.

I was aware of the position my body was lying in in my bed, but the dream landscape was still appearing. I follow the advice of someone from a lucid dreaming forum, and just switch my attention to the dream reality. It feels wrong, but after a while, I forget about lying in bed.

So I try to decide what to do. 'Get pregnant!' 'Give an apple'. I remember the advanced task DreamViews Task of the month, which is to make all the leaves fall off a tree, and then return to the tree.

There is a tree ahead of me, bare except for a small cluster of brown leaves in the middle. The rest of the landscape is bare and vague.

I just think about the leaves falling, and they fall. I look up the tree, and make the leaves return to the tree with ease.

As the leaves return, they are purple, and blue, and pink. More leaves return than had dropped, and they knit themselves to the ends of the branches first. The tree has purple/pink/blue leaves, and bark, and the gaps were white, like all of the bark was placed on a white center. (Similar to a gram stained microscope slide, but more psychedelic).

I decide to fly. I imagine flying over the tree, but kind of get stuck looking up at the tree, which is growing taller, brighter, more vivid. The dream is now entirely visual, I have lost all sense of having a body in the dream, and as I wake up I think about drawing the tree, or writing it down....

... I wake up in a strange bed. As I remove the duvet, I see there was no sheet over the mattress, and the mattress had a couple of leaves and stones on it. I am kind of disgusted at the thought of sleeping on a strange bare mattress.

This was a false awakening, and I continue to have a dream about social etiquette.

I mistake someone for one of my friends, in front of that friend.

I realise that I've pulled a road trip with a bunch of people, so that I can go to an exam that I never had to sit.

I also get in the car without thinking, next to a girl I know, when there was room on the other side. She then complains and asked why I didn't get in the other side instead of squashing everyone and making them move.

NOTE: the first dream was definitely one of the less detailed dreams you have during the beginning of the night. They are less realistic, and very much have a white room from the matrix style feel, with just you, Morpheus, and a few props.

Dream - 6 person Horseback fight + pregnancy

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 13:47:00 +0000

I'm in a theatre, or a lecture theatre, hundreds of people sat in rows of seats. There are about six of us trying to kill each other. They are on horses, which are dressed for a medieval battle or jousting competition.
All six of us are trying to kill each other by throwing a spear though the head of the others. When I throw a spear at another person, it glows red before going through their head.

At the end, it's just me and one final attacker. She has some assistants, and they try to put a thin black veil over my face.
The final attacker is a girl I know, but haven't seen in ages. She's a medieval queen.

"Aren't I supposed to throw this through your head?" I'm cautious, worried that I'm going to be tricked at the last hurdle.

The girl is pregnant. She explains that she can put the veil over my head instead, and we can be together.

I wonder if other people will know we didn't all kill each other, but I take off the veil, then the blue mask that was underneath it. I'm actually a guy with black choppy black hair.

Dream - The Surf Board Sales-Lion

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 09:50:00 +0000

I'm playing some old school fishing game, for the NES or something. You pick an island, and go fishing there. Finally I choose the right side of the first island.

On this island, there's a lion with a big pile of surf boards. The lion guarantees it will be fun, and says I can use one and buy it later if I like it.

I struggle to pick one, they're all different shades of blue and have lions in various poses on them. And they're body boards, not surf boards.

Not wanting to miss the wave, I grab a board and run to the water. But there are hundreds of small kids scrabbling over each other, like ants, or ducks eating. I try stepping over them.

When the wave comes, there are thousands of kids all over the top of the wave. Then the wave comes, it crashes over me. I'm under the water, and it washes me to the shore, but takes forever. I end up breathing a little while underwater, but it's fine...

... I'm leaving through a building much like a prison, with metal mesh floors. There's a snake there moving really fast in circles, because it's been stuck for a while and is starving.

I'm running really fast, on the walls a little bit, but the corners of the floors have small fluffy white mould mushrooms on them, and I don't want to contaminate myself with white mould spores.

Lucid Dream - Car smashing and pregnancy

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 13:02:00 +0000

I'm sitting on the banking of a field with some people, when I see one of my friends drive a car off the 8 foot banking towards the lower field.
At about he middle of the arc, I think 'what a nutter.', but then I see he's misjudged it, and then it lands on the path, and smashes into a million pieces. I get over initial shock, and run down to see how the people are. I shout to the other people to phone 999, and get the police and ambulances. I'm quite surprised that only me and one of my other friends had the sense to look for them.

He finds the girl, and I eventually find him. Its not pretty, his arm is bent in a way that it shouldn't, and one of his legs has been blown off. I try to help him, but I can't figure whether or not I should move him.

It turns out his legs were fine, and he begins some subtle judo on me, lifting me up by my crotch with his leg.

An old couple comes by and gives a disapproving look, possibly due to our tomfoolery, or possible because we had Rammstein playing really loudly from somewhere.

A girl comes by with some of her friends and explains that it was her car, and asks what happened.

"Well, at first I saw him drive the car off the edge, whoever it belonged to, off the edge. I thought it would smash the front wheels or something, not smash into....
....This is a dream, isn't it?"

I go to do a reality check, see if I could breath while holding my nose and mouth closed, but instead turn to my car destroying, judo wielding friend. I figured he had good enough perspective to see that lying about it was pointless.

I turn to my left, where he's also sat on the banking. He's drinking a slush puppy, and gives me two, 'you guessed right nods.

I try to remember some of the things that I wanted to do in a dream, and remember one:

Give Birth

Not sure how to manage this, being a guy and all that, I turn to the girl on my right, unzip my trousers and tell her to make me pregnant.

She sets to work, but at the end of it all, I'm not pregnant.

I start to wake up, and try the rubbing technique to pull myself into the dream again. I have the image of a tetris scoreboard in my dream, and as I rub my arm, wondering whether I'm rubbing my arm in real life, the tetris board fades to black, while a ghost piece drops to the bottom, raising the score to '100%'

Then my brother wakes me up, telling me he's going out. I had also woken him up from a lucid dream this morning, to check he'd done his paperround. I tell him I was having one.

I then ask him, "We're you playing Rammstein loudly?"
"Yes"
"Because that was in my dream"
"Awesome!"

Lucid Dream - Poor ideas.

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 09:14:00 +0000

I am walking along train tracks...

...I have become lucid. "If I'm dreaming, I can do anything and it doesn't matter?"

Unfortunately I'd been watching don't mess with Zohan, and the first idea that popped into my head was shagging the old woman who was in the room, and the novelty of this idea didn't really do it for me.

So I decide to do a mad floating dance, that involved taking both my legs of the ground. I was concerned that I was going to wake myself up by actually moving, so I stop this.

Then I have a false awakening. I wake up in a bed, with loads of people in the room. Someone points to some weak spots in a wall, and tells me to run through it, and I even say, "I've woken up, I know not to do those things when you're not dreaming'.

Then this guy starts making a dodgy video with a plastic missile, filming the girl opposite while making it look like he's giving himself a treat. I point out to him that he can't film this, because the camera makes her look a lot younger.

Dream - Welsh volcanoes, and Hyperbeaming a gothic Raiden

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 11:32:00 +0000

I am trying to figure out what the intense orange glow over the hills is, when lava explodes out from the mountain, into the river. Loading up Facebook, I try to name the mountain to tell everyone what I saw, but I can't...

... my brother is playing some childish game about dogs in the car on the laptop, so I have a go on it...

... I am on a beach, trying to double jump onto Raiden from metal gear solid, in an effort to knock him out. He sees me after a few tries, extends huge black bat wings, and sends an army of bats after me.

Flying away from him, we are having a dogfight, him flying after me with giant bat wings. I can see these words, saying 'the Darkness'. The clearer the words are, the easier he can send his bat army at me. A few of my attacks are blurring the words, smudging as if they are written in mascarra.

As I hit him, he jeers, 'Thanks for the adrenaline', and the words get more intense. I get sufficiently high enough, spin around, and in the last second slam him with a hyperbeam.

He comes up, and starts talking in a twisted, semi conscious tone; "How long is your grinder?"

Someone is breathing heavily and shouting "I'm freaking out!"

One of his friends makes a joke about this sounding like an orgasm, and someone shows me a video on their camera of me falling over a sink wearing a small rectangle to cover my decency, and the girls I was with sneaking a good peek while I'm upside down.

Interpreted dream

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 10:27:00 +0000

I recently had the most accurate dream interpretation I have ever had. You can read the dream, and it's interpretation Here. Analysing someone else's dream properly is no mean feat. I have to say she nailed it.
If you want to find the meaning of a dream that bugs you, I wouldn't hesitate to drop her an email.

Dream - Big Brother, Pimpernel Prisoner and Generous Gypsies.

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 07:30:00 +0000

I'm on the new Big Brother. It has been massively downgraded, it's in a street and other houses can see into the garden.

One of the new rules is you have to go to the toilet outside, in the garden. It's ok, because no-one will see anything, because it's pitch black in the garden, and you get a mining light for your head so you can see.

But people are more furious that they can't see what they're doing...

... The garden is more the fields of a castle grounds. A black welshman pulls a sword from its sheath, ready to avenge the death of his father. A 'shwoosh' is heard as the sword is taken from his hands, faster than the eye can see...

...I am on the castle grounds, being held prisoner. I have managed to forage 2 thin metal ninja stars, that are folded. I start to run across the castle grounds, but I am aware of booby traps. I throw one throwing star to cut the rope that is hidden on the ground, and proceed to jump over the rest.
I hear someone say "He's been practicing with perfume for months, he can smell trip-rope from a mile away".

It must be the 15th/ 16th century, and everyone is wearing clothes from that period, even the scarlet pimpernel style wigs.
I jump, very lighlty, on the heads of some people to help me cross the castle grounds.

The daughters of the guy who imprisoned me are pleased that I am escaping, but don't let me jump on their heads.

A guy with a scar across his face agrees to let me ride his but to escape, because the castle owner doesn't like gypsies, and he is secretly a gypsy. I hold on to the front of the bus in a poor attempt to hide myself if someone were to check the bus.

Dream - Josh Homme's head, Lumberjack Freedom, and Samurai Guards

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 18:22:00 +0000

A giant sign on the top of a building in a small, rural town, of Josh Homme's head is causing a lot of upset. The locals are in uproar over the controversial text in the speech bubble, and me and a friend rip down the speech bubble.

Nobody recognises Josh Homme here, so without the phrase, they have nothing to object to. I then realise that while they were against his motto, they all had their own slogans, supporting their own local businesses, their cafes and caravans etc.

Me and my friend decide to leave the town, running at high speed, each holding one end of a lumberjack saw. It takes a lot of communication to squeeze around corners.
We run across the treetops of a forest at full speed towards a city, with ornate traditional Chinese temple type buildings.

My friend drops down to run through the forest below the leaves, running between the trees. I try it, and decide it's not for me.

We pass a few of these buildings by them selves, randomly hidden in the trees.
These buildings turn out to be heavily guarded fortresses. Out of curiosity, I enter the space of one.

There are samurai guards patrolling around the central fortress. I am trapped in the middle. One of them spots me, and runs through the door, providing me with a way to escape. My friend rushes to attack the guard who has spotted me, and I run through the open door.

There is another wall surrounding, and the only way out is a glass tunnel attached to the wall. I manage to run up it with ease, and I check that my friend manages behind me.

Dream - Hostages and Crappy Cops

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 23:34:00 +0000

There are plain-clothes police officers surrounding a house. As I watch, one of the officers leaves his post to chat to a friend of his that drives by the house. Most of the policemen seem to be friends with the guy, and before long they're all saying hi.

I wander into the house to see why it's been surrounded. I think I'm eating a croissant. A load of my friends are sat down, being held hostage by a man with a Stanley knife.

The police ignoring the situation seems daft, because surely he'll just try to get their attention? I figure that wandering back out again is a bad idea, and one of my friends agrees, that I should sit down for the best.

I was right about the effect on the hostage taker, he takes the Stanley knife to the neck of one of my friends, and kills him. He goes to take me out too.

He moves from behind me, I grab a hold of both of his hands, and manage to get him outside. Nothing special or suave, just sheer force. I plan to get outside and get help.
Trying to keep the Stanley away from my neck, I shout to the police officers to help me.
If even a few of them could hold him, I'd be fine and we'd have him. But they're just milling around pointlessly as I shout for help.

Dream - Shopping Centre Shooting

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 07:41:00 +0000

I'm in a shop I own on a high street, looking at jokes in a newspaper. One of the punchlines is 'Puh-Tae-Toe'.

Everyone is leaving the city in a rush, and I am taking all my drawings down from the shop window, and hastily putting them in a ring binder. I think about taking the front page from an important newspaper of this day, but figured the jokes page of this newspaper would be better.

I'm having some sort of rant at my family about how quickly we can take everything of value, I must be a father or husband or something.

Then three loud gunshots crack in the air. All of the people outside are running. We decide to lie low so he doesn't notice us as he comes past.

I'm feeling quite cool about it, as if it's just going to be a story we'll tell, just something we witnessed and didn't affect us. I then realise there's a chance he might enter the shop; the door is open and its the last shop on the high street.

The gunman walks past, he's a dark haired teenager with some cuts on his face. Even lying under the window, I realise that being just the other side of the wall he can see me easily.

He walks past the window, and in through the door. He points a long silver revolver at a girl lying down near the entrance, and shoots her without pause. He turns and walks to me, and points the gun down at my face. I finally register to move, instead of just staring, and try to dive out of the way...

But the dream ends. I am almost diving off my bed. I don't know if it was because I got shot, or because otherwise I'd have woken up with my face planted in the ground.

Dream - Body Disposal

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 10:21:00 +0000

Wandering around with just the clothes on my back, and a backpack. I have very little money, and very little food.

I end up in the bathroom of my old school. I have killed a few people that I have decided the world is better off without. This has been done this by cutting off their heads.

I am flushing the bodies down the toilet. As the head goes down seperate,
they flush away nicely.

Then one doesn't go so smoothly. It will not flush away, and eventually I realise the head is still partially attatched, by a thick flap of skin at the back. I pull it out and sever this connection, then continue to flush.

But this one brought me back down to earth, I begin thinking.

Will the world really be better off without these people? The first few mabye, but looking at the guy that I'm flushing away now, while he's pretty thick, he's innocent. And I don't even know him properly.

And will the headless bodies turn up in the local river? The other ones must already be there.

And I'm going to have to live with this forever. I did it in a bit of a haze, but now the frenzy is over, I'm going to carry on living a normal life.

As I'm not currently feeling any real guilt, I figure I'll be ok. But will I do it again?

And what evidence am I leaving?

It's near the end of term, and the school are using up their remaining stock of frozen foods. As a result, there are piles of turkey dippers for dinner, which pleases me.

Dream Interpretation: I need to be locked up. Also I watched a couple of minutes of Sweeney Todd, so that probably started something.

Dream - Trains, Gangstas and Dodgeball

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 08:27:00 +0000

A guy has moved into a house right next to a train station. He is talking about his new location to a lady friend, presumably his girlfriend.

Two people with red sunglasses (even the lenses are solid red), a guy and a girl walk in. The recently moved guy says "I'd dread to think what happened to the guys with white glasses."

The guys with red glasses reply; "We killed them."

I am now the first guy, and we get on a bus. There's now a trio wearing red sunglasses; they're wearing red because they are part of a dodgeball team.

There was a dogeball tournament taking place, in the "Dodge Mahal". It was clear that we were going to form a team, because this dream was a film. One of my friends on the bus offers to teach us.

Later we are in an ice hockey arena, set out with goals like a snooker table.
Someone is saying how "After a while, you forget that you are ice skating".

Dream Interpretation: I don't know what my dream means, but I know where the overhearing gangsta bit came from.

While I was going to uni, I saw someone dealing drugs in broad daylight at a bus stop, next to a church, nursery, school. I must have stared, because the guy shouted "It's ganja, mate!" and started hobbling after me on his crutches.

I was impressed that such a clever rhyme, the 'Dodge Mahal' was invented while I was dreaming.

Back from the dead!

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 00:24:00 +0000

I've had a bit of an unplanned break from blogging. Some more serious issues were being brought to my attention in real life, and therefore the tone of my dreams changed, and I stopped recording them.

But the daft thing is, this is the when I've had my most incredibly insightful dreams, and it's such a shame they were wasted!

I'm home, and have unpacked my dream journal, and am packing in some milk, nutmeg and binaural beats to set me in the mood to get started again.

Dream - Yobs and visionary trip

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 16:58:00 +0000

I am on a school bus, and there is a kid sitting next to me with a small razor-blade flick-knife type device. He is cutting me. I wrestle it out of his hands, and he goes and sits down next to his mate.
These kids are about 13/14.

His mate then comes up to me with a larger, unusual looking foldout razor, essentially a bigger razor.
I give it back like a coward, with the pathetic threat of "If he touches me again with it, I'll beat the crap out of him".

A minute later, hes trying his luck, touching me with the blunt side of the strange knife. I get up and grab a hold of him, and proceed to punch him in the face.

But I keep missing. I'm just incapable of managing it.

So I go to school, and to disguise my defeat, instruct a teacher to tell this kid off, or otherwise I'm going to "kill him".

The teachers make me place my hands on this picture, which is an outline of two hands.

Then I have these amazing visual things going on. Imagine a picture of a palm treecut out of a picture of a sunset, and placed on a picture of another sunset.

I wonder what the purpose of this 'trip' was, maybe to be a cleansing experience so I didn't care about the yobs anymore.

Dream Interpretation: I haven't had dreams this negative since I stopped ju-jitsu, where I couldn't wrestle skeletons.

It's quite a common dream theme, not being able to hurt someone, not being able to scream, not being able to run etc. My dreams have become pretty morbid and negative recently. A lot of recent events are coming to a head. But things should be back to normal soon.

Dream - Anonymous killer.

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 06:49:00 +0000

Now I don't get unpleasant dreams very often, but I did not enjoy the one I had last night.

It started off like a movie. There was a guy on the phone, explaining how it was easy for someone in the know to get an untraceable phone line.

He was on the phone to me, making strange demands, that if I didn't do as he says, he'd kill someone.

He told me he wanted a pizza delivered from Pizza Delight. At 4am tomorrow. I ask him if they're open at that some, but he says "Some-one's dead. Another dead. Another dead. Another dead. Another...."

So I hang up and phone the pizza place to see what time they're open. '6am on hot days' is my answer. I think about going to the supermarket to buy a pizza, and delivering it to him myself.

I decide it's not on my head if this guy kills someone, it's on his. I am leaning on my car, and decide to put my stuff in my pocket and disappear. My dog is in the car trying to eat apple cores, in a clumsy greedy mess, falling all over the place.

Then my cleaner (yes, I have a cleaner. I'm in posh uni halls this year) runs out, and is yelling at me, "What if you found out he'd actually killed someone? How would you feel?". I begin to wonder if it was the guy I thought, or her.

The silly thing is, to have hung up, I'd have to have his number, and to send him the pizza, I'd have to know his address.

WILD Out-of-body type experience

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 02:09:00 +0000

I used WILD technique to have incredible lucid dreams last night. The other effects of WILD were intense and amazing in themselves.

I was lying there, focusing on becoming relaxed, visualising a yellow sphere in front of me, sometimes my hands (a Taoist technique apparently).

Then it happened. I got the falling sensation you get, where you're in bed and can feel yourself slipping. I was able to just go with it, no movement, and this falling sensation just carried on.

I began to feel myself slipping to the right, off my bed. I fell off my bed, and landed on the floor. I was a little spooked, that these forces had dragged me out of bed. Then I woke up. Or so I thought.

I was dragged across the room/up to the ceiling many times by these forces, 'waking up' each time. The feeling never stopped. I think I had 6 or 7 of these false awakenings in a row, and more through the night, between dreams. In reality, I never opened my eyes.
At one point I floated up to the ceiling, reached the ceiling, and started free-falling, past where my body was.

As well as the falling and slipping sensations, I also had one of spinning, as if the middle of my chest were the axis, and I was spinning around while lying flat on my bed, or up by the ceiling.

What I find bizarre is I seemed to bump into objects around my room, which stopped me. I suppose it was much like what an out of body experience could feel like, although I was convinced that it was my body.

Using this technique I had vivid lucid dreams. The dreams are described below, in the previous post. I am absolutely amazed at the effects.

Dream - WILD lucid dream

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 03:13:00 +0000

Here is the lucid dream, result of the WILD technique. WILD in itself was incredible and intense.

I was in a house with my family, plus my Nan, and my step-dad, who doesn't live with us anymore. I am completely lucid. I know it is a dream, and decide to ask my mum if she knows it's a dream, if she knows it's not real.

Mum: Well of course some things aren't real, obviously. It's up to you to question and decide what to accept.

Nan: Say for instance, you have kids. You have to accept your existence, and the reality of certain things to get by.

Mum: Even if that existence is a bit beige (boring).

Me: Yeah, but you're down with the beige. (Me basically saying I understand that while you're accepting a boring reality, it's so you can master it. I say it that way because I'm gangsta.)

I then go into the kitchen, as I'm wondering why my stepdad was there. I then see it's actually one of my mates from home. I say hi, and he mumbles something, and continues putting the shopping in the cupboards.

Thinking about what I'd like to do, I decide not to put too much strain on the dream by trying to bend it too much. But at the same time, my family are going somewhere, and I don't fancy spending my lucidity on a family day out.

I inform them I'm going to go off adventure-ing, and they're cool with that.

My mum approaches me and gives me a tenner. She tells me the £10 is for me to buy myself an early birthday present, namely a shot glass.

I give her a baffled look, unsure why I need a shot glass.
"For cocaine" she says.

I lay down, and am unsure whether I should leave the £10 note on the side, or put it in my pocket for the next dream.

The floating and spinning sensation arises again, and a view begins to form in front of me. It becomes more solid, and I am in a new place.

Then my alarm clock goes off. I am in the dream, and desert sessions is playing. Thinking about it, I probably could have stayed asleep and ignored the sounds I'd I'd chosen to.

Dream - Phobic convicts and perilous trains.

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 17:01:00 +0000

I rescue a man from a prison, and swimming him across a river to hide behind trees, to get away from a massive violent gunfight. He is too scared of water to swim for himself, so I am dragging him with me, in a lifeguard rescue type position.
There are two kids fighting, with children standing watching, cheering and egging them on.
I explain to the guy that I'm with that what you need is something completely unexpected to stop them.
One of the two combatants is upset and refusing to fight, because all his supporters are backing the other kid now. There are no children behind him anymore, just a pile of small petrol pumps and cash registers. And older kid is trying to persuade him to fight anyway...

... The two kids are now dogs, being made to fight underground. I wonder if there's any point throwing them something to distract them...

... In an underground train track. One of my friends has gone ahead down the tracks, and the convict points out that every noise means a train is coming. There's a platform we can jump on to, but my friend who has gone ahead might not have a platform near him. I try shouting to him, think about running down to try to help him. I wake up before I decide what to do.

I wake up in a way I quite, still talking to finish my sentence even though I realise I'm awake in bed.

Dream Interpretation: I read something the other day, 10% of people who attempt to commit suicide by getting hit by a train survive. Its even higher for people who jump in front of subway trains, 67%. I would dread to think what the quality of life of the survivors is like.
Also, I used to be phobic of water, and dogs. I don't know what the dream's meaning, but I know where some parts originate.

Drawing: Wanted for Waking

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 20:27:00 +0000

While attempting to use the WILD technique in the morning, I was woken by a loud vibrating noise. I strongly recall seeing a big red chain link shatter my phone disturbed my sleep. Admittedly it was the afternoon... but here's a drawing of me with the culprit.
I'm on the left.

I need to get a scanner, so I can upload my images in good quality. I also shortened my mates nose after taking the pic :P.

Lucid Dream

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 08:15:00 +0000

I did it! I managed to have a new lucid dream. It happened this morning, during a lie in.

It started off pretty horrible, everyone I knew was having a go at me, and criticising me. I became lucid, aware it was a dream, and could feel I myself waking up.

So I used a technique I'd been taught, and spread my arms wide and spun around in a circle. This pulls you deeper into the dream, and it worked like a charm.

Excited that this had worked, I decided to try out another technique: how to make objects appear.
So I turn around, and imagine some weapons behind me (sounds strange, but I'd been thinking before, for a cool dream, one of the first things I should do is arm myself). I turn back around, and there are two swords, a big katana, and the smaller one.

After swinging this sword around like an idiot, and realising I had no knowledge of how to handle a sword, I also noticed that the whole scene was very barren. It might have all been white, except me and the sword, and the red porta-cabin type thing behind me.

First I try to imagine a better place, and couldn't do this, and decided to fly somewhere better. I got one of my friends from in the portacabin to come out, because he could fly, and he held on tight to me from behind, acting as my wings. And then I flew at will.

NOTE: While I should have wrote this down straight away, and have lost some details because of it, I did notice that once I was lucid and concentrating on certain things, everything was very barren and colourless.

This for me has been the most exciting lucid dream I've had, because I was getting a grip on the logic of dreams. I was able to see the limitations and rules my own mind enforces, and how to manipulate these.

Hopefully I'll be able to cross a few things of my dream to-do list sometime.

Dream - Photos, Obama and Jewish Snooker

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 12:41:00 +0000

One of my friends uploads photos to facebook from this awesome party, in this house with photos over the bare floorboard. I can't remember the actual party...

...I am having a picnic with Barack Obama, and another guy in the middle of a supermarket. We are talking about stature, he is more built than me. He's got his arms out, and I don't want show mine, explaining that I'm pretty skinny at the moment, and haven't done any exercise in ages. I remember that I've been running in real life, but have had to stop because of my knees, and the chance that I have Ehlers Danlos syndrome....

...something about someone with EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome) having one leg shorter than the other, and when holding up a snooker table, would tilt it to one side...

...With President Obama, and a group of other guys. Most of us are ultra orthodox Jews, playing this game at a pool table. There is one ball, and you use your hands to roll it into the pockets, avoiding the hole in the centre of the table. Before your turn, someone moves the pockets to different parts of the table. This isn't actually possible, you can't move a hole, but they do.

Later on we're all sat around the table, drinking. Most of the guys are pulling tobacco out of cigarettes to put back into empty cigarettes. One of the guys pulls out the centre perfectly. It's charred on the outside, and a big long ember in the middle. He explains its for the presidents daughter, who he's dating. He looks like hes going to burn himself with it, he doesn't.

Later, one of the guys gets up to do a party trick, with a plate and the food he has on it.
He arranges the cheese slices and piece of carrot to make a face, and says its an 'Ehlers Danlos guy who suicided in his room', then went on to make some more faces.

When he finishes, I say, "Why don't you do the Ehlers Danlos suicide again?". The other people go inhale sharply as they sense my viciousness, and I tone it down a bit.
I then explain it's OK, I'm drunk, and he's drunk, he didn't mean it and I overreacted.
I explain what EDS is, because of his sorry and confused expression.

I then look at a glass bottle of coca-cola. Printed on them, are something, 'Things you shouldn't poke'. One of them says; "Head of girl 1 point. Eye of guy 2 points". Another bottle says "Autumn". I wonder how long this promotion has been going on, how to poke autumn, and if it'd be possible to poke the coca-cola poke game on facebook.

The strange thing is, I know my dog was in there somewhere, but I can't see where he'd fit in.

Dream interpretation: Now my exams are done, I think it's a list of things I need to do. Get out and socialise, get some more exercise, got my hospital appointment to look into EDS coming up. Also know where the jewish hole game came from (also ties in with the 'things you've got to do theme).

Crowned Snake

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 02:36:00 +0000

Incase you read yesterdays post, just thought I'd let you know that I am keeping this blog going.
Here's a little bit of hypnagogic imagery for you.

Little Shorts

noreply@blogger.com (JonnyHo) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 10:45:00 +0000

NOTE: My last post sounded a little misleading; Eva, artist and experienced lucid dreamer pointed out the vibrations aren't necessary for WILD to work.
And they're not as scary as I made them out to be, once you know what they are.

Thought I'd share a couple of amusing short dreams from my old journal:

I am in a house, trying to guide a horse through with a rope. My family move out of the way, and my dog ran in, jumped on the dining room table, and lay down sideways on a plate. The horse was chewing the rope, which was splitting.

I have a hernia, that keeps popping out. I have to press it in constantly while we drove to a petrol station, otherwise it would pop out fully.

Carpark outside a cafe. Loads of guys are stood in rows,rave dancing. They are wearing these bright pink rubber washers, like the seals on grolsh bottles, on their backs. Then theres some 'male size comparison'. I don't remember who wins.

And finally: I chuckled that I got to my last lesson without the standard uniform tie.

And purely because it'll help you picture the dream, here's a picture of my dog.