Focused on the stomach throughout the night. This fixed the stomach issues.
Experienced the most beautiful sceneries in the dream. Walked the pasture at countryside. Looked at the field to my left, which then morphed into seaside with pink flowers growing near the shore. A bit further, two guys on a boat were placing fish nets (I think). The dark sea reflecting the morning sun, together with the flowers and all..
Okay, continued walking. The grassy road morphed into asphalt. Stepped on a shard of glass. With this dream body, I taste everything I touch. So, it felt as if I was chewing on the glass. Picked it up and continued walking (while biting and chewing the glass). Laughed at myself for eating glass in thoughts (almost like one of my aunts). Dropped it off right next to another glass shard at the fence of somebody's backyard. Continued walking along the road.
Thick rain clouds, but it was awesome, how sunlight was shining through the clouds. Moreover, the sky was very easy to affect with pk. Played around with focusing light on different patches of flowers. A lady with a kid walked the same road. At some moment she pointed at the sky, to make sure the kid also saw the godrays. I also turned around and looked up at the rays I had directed at the patch of flowers.
Very vivid. Though, lighting conditions and colours were slightly surreal (high ambient but still a lot of contrast). As if seeing in HDR.
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Trick or treat?
::long_doorbell & cat darts away from the door::
::Trick or treat?::
F****. Thought about it for a couple of seconds and said "I don't have any".
So, paused my homework and went baking pastries.
Anyway, dreams have been interesting, but apparently the psi channels have become clogged again so celibacy practice hasn't been doing too well. Targeted some unhealthy thought patterns, hoping that would help to clear the channels again.
Two nights ago I ended up dreaming of Malta again. I was worried about not having my accommodation organized. So, looked around for a restaurant with free wifi, to check if there's any place free on AirBnb. Interesting that although now I'm not worried about getting back, I'm worried about accommodation ::facepalm::. Apparently due to the worries I had missed the point of the dream altogether. I had become associated with someone else. At a rather fancy-looking hotel, the person detached and everything changed. Magical artefacts became visible throughout the room. Instead of this guy finding the room, the room had probably found him. I saw him form a portal on the wall, walk in and disappear.
Read some more of Steve Richard's "Invisibility" yesterday. This inspired one of the most interesting dreams (or so I thought from within the dream). Browsed a lot of old texts and stuff, in a malleable building of some sort. Again, by the end of the dream, I realized it wasn't mine .. I was just observing another guy dreaming that.
Saw the bookshelf again with my eyes closed a couple of nights ago.
::Trick or treat?::
F****. Thought about it for a couple of seconds and said "I don't have any".
So, paused my homework and went baking pastries.
Anyway, dreams have been interesting, but apparently the psi channels have become clogged again so celibacy practice hasn't been doing too well. Targeted some unhealthy thought patterns, hoping that would help to clear the channels again.
Two nights ago I ended up dreaming of Malta again. I was worried about not having my accommodation organized. So, looked around for a restaurant with free wifi, to check if there's any place free on AirBnb. Interesting that although now I'm not worried about getting back, I'm worried about accommodation ::facepalm::. Apparently due to the worries I had missed the point of the dream altogether. I had become associated with someone else. At a rather fancy-looking hotel, the person detached and everything changed. Magical artefacts became visible throughout the room. Instead of this guy finding the room, the room had probably found him. I saw him form a portal on the wall, walk in and disappear.
Read some more of Steve Richard's "Invisibility" yesterday. This inspired one of the most interesting dreams (or so I thought from within the dream). Browsed a lot of old texts and stuff, in a malleable building of some sort. Again, by the end of the dream, I realized it wasn't mine .. I was just observing another guy dreaming that.
Saw the bookshelf again with my eyes closed a couple of nights ago.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Flamedreams
Recurring symbol in pretty much all dreams for about a week:
There was a a succubus as well. Though, in general it seems that the foot pads helped to clear the channels, making celibacy practice a lot easier.
First snow. Quite a lot of it, actually.
Invested quite a bit of effort in a subject that I hadn't been able to attend much. Downloaded slides and studied from that, but apparently not all slides had been uploaded by then. Didn't go too well, so I guess I still didn't invest enough effort. This didn't stir any emotions, although I would've expected it to. To make sure it won't go to waste, I'll still pump up the energy and convert as much as I can for future inspiration.
- flammable objects catching flames or becoming really hot all of a sudden
There was a a succubus as well. Though, in general it seems that the foot pads helped to clear the channels, making celibacy practice a lot easier.
First snow. Quite a lot of it, actually.
Invested quite a bit of effort in a subject that I hadn't been able to attend much. Downloaded slides and studied from that, but apparently not all slides had been uploaded by then. Didn't go too well, so I guess I still didn't invest enough effort. This didn't stir any emotions, although I would've expected it to. To make sure it won't go to waste, I'll still pump up the energy and convert as much as I can for future inspiration.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Excerpts
There was some geisting today. Didn't feel it being mine, though. A cup made some ruckus in the cupboard. ::A colleague stares at the cupboard with a suspecting glance, and says: "I suspect it's mine. There's something paranormal haunting me today.":: Perhaps 10 minutes later, another colleague enters the room, walks past the sink and a mug hops (or at least makes a sound as if it did).
A couple of days ago I tapped a pen against the table while working through lecture slides or something. I found that I could tap the pen against the table with just a single finger (did that for about 3 times), until I started wondering about it. Tried again and couldn't reproduce it.
Played with clouds yesterday morning while waiting for a car. Slowed down some parts of the cloud, sped up some other parts and so on.
About a week ago I was seeing spots of cat's aura .. continuously for perhaps a minute or so.
The detox foot pads are pretty good and they've made a difference. Though, wouldn't want to use them for too many days in a row. Uncomfortable.
Have been feeling more and more floaty.
A couple of days ago I tapped a pen against the table while working through lecture slides or something. I found that I could tap the pen against the table with just a single finger (did that for about 3 times), until I started wondering about it. Tried again and couldn't reproduce it.
Played with clouds yesterday morning while waiting for a car. Slowed down some parts of the cloud, sped up some other parts and so on.
About a week ago I was seeing spots of cat's aura .. continuously for perhaps a minute or so.
The detox foot pads are pretty good and they've made a difference. Though, wouldn't want to use them for too many days in a row. Uncomfortable.
Have been feeling more and more floaty.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Trousers on pants vol 2
An old friend organized a party at his new place. We were shown around and had a lot of salad, pie, cake, cookies. But that's not what I wanted to post about. His mom visited as well, and started to tell me about the weird experience when she saw me walking with trousers on top of pants. Friend apologized to his mother: "Sorry, I forgot to tell you that there's no need to worry about him. He's alright." His mom: "No, it's not that I was worried about him. At that moment a lot of strange thoughts popped up. I wondered if I was seeing a ghost or something. He looked exactly like you, he was even wearing the same pants."
At that moment I turned more serious. I doubt anyone else in the hometown would have worn these pants. The pants were a very specific pre-order from the US. Although there probably are other pants that may look the same, this experience makes me want to pay more attention on my image from now on. Doesn't matter if I'm dreaming or not.
Speaking of dreams, last night I chased a mouse that materialized in the room. That wasn't easy .. to catch it while making sure it wouldn't bite my .. hand. Both the hands and the mouse seemed rather realistic, I might say.
At that moment I turned more serious. I doubt anyone else in the hometown would have worn these pants. The pants were a very specific pre-order from the US. Although there probably are other pants that may look the same, this experience makes me want to pay more attention on my image from now on. Doesn't matter if I'm dreaming or not.
Speaking of dreams, last night I chased a mouse that materialized in the room. That wasn't easy .. to catch it while making sure it wouldn't bite my .. hand. Both the hands and the mouse seemed rather realistic, I might say.
Friday, October 14, 2016
Necromancy?
Tried detox foot patches last night. Not sure if it was those plasters or something else, but in addition to feeling the effect, I also had some rather strange dreams.
A fairly normal dream, where I visited Mom .. or she visited me. She gave me another book, and said she has reached the stage where she's almost constantly both in as well as out of body. I was impressed and happy for her. I told her that sister is also improving very quickly and will soon be at that stage as well. Though, I wasn't as happy about my own progress. C'mon, it's years and I still haven't reached even the stage I used to be at all these years ago. Sigh.
I suspect that the author of the book might have been an old acquaintance or something. Anyway, the next dream was about a long drive to the place of an old acquaintance. Eventually got there. This guy came out of his house, greeted us and warned us not to freak out due to the strange stuff happening at his place. He was still as friendly and still looked as young as ever. Respect. But then his wife came out to greet us .. headless. Instead of her head, there was just a bump with a mole on it. She tried to speak but at some moment realized she had forgotten her head .. so she went back inside. We followed her. Inside, I happened to walk past a large bed, which hosted many bodies, all of which were partial but alive and perfectly healthy. In fact, he had his parents and grandparents there. The head of his grandpa was perhaps the oldest in the collection. It looked as if they were watching TV. His wife now had her head installed and was busy with something. I looked at what she was doing. There was a foot on the counter next to the large bed. She was cutting its toes with scissors .. so that they would regrow. None of these things were probably physical, so there was no blood or gore. No eerie feelings or anything .. as if all that was routine.
A fairly normal dream, where I visited Mom .. or she visited me. She gave me another book, and said she has reached the stage where she's almost constantly both in as well as out of body. I was impressed and happy for her. I told her that sister is also improving very quickly and will soon be at that stage as well. Though, I wasn't as happy about my own progress. C'mon, it's years and I still haven't reached even the stage I used to be at all these years ago. Sigh.
I suspect that the author of the book might have been an old acquaintance or something. Anyway, the next dream was about a long drive to the place of an old acquaintance. Eventually got there. This guy came out of his house, greeted us and warned us not to freak out due to the strange stuff happening at his place. He was still as friendly and still looked as young as ever. Respect. But then his wife came out to greet us .. headless. Instead of her head, there was just a bump with a mole on it. She tried to speak but at some moment realized she had forgotten her head .. so she went back inside. We followed her. Inside, I happened to walk past a large bed, which hosted many bodies, all of which were partial but alive and perfectly healthy. In fact, he had his parents and grandparents there. The head of his grandpa was perhaps the oldest in the collection. It looked as if they were watching TV. His wife now had her head installed and was busy with something. I looked at what she was doing. There was a foot on the counter next to the large bed. She was cutting its toes with scissors .. so that they would regrow. None of these things were probably physical, so there was no blood or gore. No eerie feelings or anything .. as if all that was routine.
Still .. DAFUQ?!
Haven't seen anything remotely similar in any previous dreams. Nor have I recently played any video games, watched movies or anything of such. Swamped with homework and scramming for exam, that's all.
Friday, October 7, 2016
Vivid dreams
Quite vivid dreams with good recall of details.
Still fascinated by the art of others on the psychokinesis forum, I drew a bit in the dream. I was given a strange pencil, which produced colors unlike any pencil that I've seen (starting from blue and ending in red). Got a nice picture, which I hanged up somewhere. Though, right after I did that, it started raining (indoors .. happens often). The rain washed away the colors and the picture became rather dark and gloomy. Looked at it and found that it was still good, although the previous one had been considerably better. The room was very strange, though. Floor, ceiling, walls, stairways and everything was covered in blue tiles like a bathroom or something. There was also a fireplace but no chimney, which I pointed out to a friend who was trying to start the fire.
In one of the dreams, there was some guy with a demon. While focused on something, the demon tried to take him away. Being friends with the guy, I observed him and the demon and notified him at the right moment. He grabbed the demon's nose and stopped it. I found it fascinating that the demon was not frightening or bad. It just looked frightening and it was simply in its nature to harm people while they're not paying attention.
Practised some photography on landscapes .. with an unstable camera construct (all buttons and screws were loose). However, since the construct was unstable, I could reshape it to a comfortable fit in my hand.
Stepped on something that belonged to Hyena (not sure how it had gotten into my dream, though). Then stepped on another item that belonged to him. This caused an ego itch that summoned him into the dream (which seemed to have been the goal of the dream). He wasn't mad (he was, but only for the first couple of minutes), and simply asked if I've met any aliens. I didn't want to answer (would cause browsing in memories, which tends to make dreams unstable) but decided to still do so. With some effort, I thought recalled at least 3 kinds of aliens. Though, to me it seemed that all of them had merely interfered with my dreaming and were not significant encounters.
Still fascinated by the art of others on the psychokinesis forum, I drew a bit in the dream. I was given a strange pencil, which produced colors unlike any pencil that I've seen (starting from blue and ending in red). Got a nice picture, which I hanged up somewhere. Though, right after I did that, it started raining (indoors .. happens often). The rain washed away the colors and the picture became rather dark and gloomy. Looked at it and found that it was still good, although the previous one had been considerably better. The room was very strange, though. Floor, ceiling, walls, stairways and everything was covered in blue tiles like a bathroom or something. There was also a fireplace but no chimney, which I pointed out to a friend who was trying to start the fire.
In one of the dreams, there was some guy with a demon. While focused on something, the demon tried to take him away. Being friends with the guy, I observed him and the demon and notified him at the right moment. He grabbed the demon's nose and stopped it. I found it fascinating that the demon was not frightening or bad. It just looked frightening and it was simply in its nature to harm people while they're not paying attention.
Practised some photography on landscapes .. with an unstable camera construct (all buttons and screws were loose). However, since the construct was unstable, I could reshape it to a comfortable fit in my hand.
Stepped on something that belonged to Hyena (not sure how it had gotten into my dream, though). Then stepped on another item that belonged to him. This caused an ego itch that summoned him into the dream (which seemed to have been the goal of the dream). He wasn't mad (he was, but only for the first couple of minutes), and simply asked if I've met any aliens. I didn't want to answer (would cause browsing in memories, which tends to make dreams unstable) but decided to still do so. With some effort, I thought recalled at least 3 kinds of aliens. Though, to me it seemed that all of them had merely interfered with my dreaming and were not significant encounters.
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Hipster
Friend's Mom had seen me walking the home streets, with trousers pulled on pants .. at the time when I was in Mexico. Lol .. what?
Also, a few days ago Dad asked me to send him the water meter values. While asleep, I semi-subconsciously identified with a relative, who has a scar on the nose (minor similarity to the dog bite wound). The next day I see the message, the relative had replied: "I tried but cannot do it. The meters are behind the cupboard." Err .. no .. what? So, I just replied "Ok.." At first I thought that the relative was visiting us, but later it appeared that couldn't have been the case, either.
On a more serious note, this probably means that my concentration is not sharp enough, yet (clone image has clothes in the wrong order =D). In addition, I guess I still have the issue of forgetting the context when I pop up in another body (that of a relative, for example).
Also, a few days ago Dad asked me to send him the water meter values. While asleep, I semi-subconsciously identified with a relative, who has a scar on the nose (minor similarity to the dog bite wound). The next day I see the message, the relative had replied: "I tried but cannot do it. The meters are behind the cupboard." Err .. no .. what? So, I just replied "Ok.." At first I thought that the relative was visiting us, but later it appeared that couldn't have been the case, either.
On a more serious note, this probably means that my concentration is not sharp enough, yet (clone image has clothes in the wrong order =D). In addition, I guess I still have the issue of forgetting the context when I pop up in another body (that of a relative, for example).
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