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OnyxIonVortex wrote:I read somewhere that sometimes it doesn't work because the person focuses on the result they want instead of focusing on the method, for example in a teleportation across a wall, focusing in the room at the other side, instead of focusing on the movement of traversing across it.

wa da hell? XD

seriously i read it, let me look for the page

ENIHCAMBUS wrote:Today I was aware that I was in a dream, still, I wasn't capable controling my own subconscious. It was a failed attempt of a lucid dream.

The same thing happened to me last night. However, this was the first time I was aware I was in a dream, so I shouldn't expect to get it right the first time.

I dremt that I was washing 8 dishes. Today I washed 9 of them. -_-

you made your dream come true, be proud!

I had dream where one of my friends has 3 eyes, but the fact that had 3 eyes didn't bugged me at all, instead, was the fact they where blue instead of brown (as in real life) what made me notice I was in a dream.

Then I had dream where I was playing...
...a Guardians of the Submachine fighting game
I kinda remember that i was using Kakama and I was fighting vs Levelbus.

Finally, I revesited the "Resort of Doom". Originaly, it was an abandoned cursed campground with 13 houses. In a further dream they where demolished to build a resort with 13 buildings, but they end doomed and cursed. The funny thing is that when I revisited them, exactly everything was the same as like the first time I visited this resort, and that gave me adventages, because I knew most of the dangers there, like the vampire at the entrance of the 2nd building, or the half-rat half-pigeon creature in the 3rd building, this last one was pretty annoying, it wants to give you tickles.

EDIT: Oh LOL, with this post it makes 666 posts in this thread, what a fucking coincidence...

Last night I had a dream about some sort of long trip. I honestly don’t know what happened in the beginning, but I remember spending some time at night at my quarters trying to fall sleep (funnily enough it was in the bedroom that I was actually sleeping in real life). I remember going outside on a few nights (maybe because I couldn’t sleep?) with a friend. I don’t remember properly seeing him in any part of my dream or who he was; I only remember that he was there. One of the nights that we went outside we stumbled across what looked like a person sitting on a chest. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was because I only saw a silhouette of it (same as everything I saw during the night in that dream). I don’t why, but we killed it. Apparently in the morning we found out that that thing was cursed and now my friend and I had supposedly doomed everyone (I’ve probably been reading too much Lovecraft). From then onwards, everything regarding my midnight outings ended abruptly: the “curse” never took effect, I never saw what the thing sitting on the chest actually looked like and we never opened – or even mentioned – the chest.

After that, I remember having breakfast on a lone table on the second floor of wherever we were staying. I didn’t eat much. At some point someone asked me a question and I answered it.

Next thing I remember was everyone walking somewhere and I was a fair distance ahead of those behind me. After some time we came to an intersection and I turned in the wrong direction. About half a minute later, I realised this and at that exact moment when someone arrived to tell me so. I excused myself saying I was worrying about something wasn’t looking where I was going (which was true). Then, after more walking (I think), we came to area where two buses were parked (although not side by side) and a teacher asked me if I would help him to write an example of some sort of essay-length reflection.

Kind of strange dream. There was a mysterous shack that was made of some old wood in most of it, except a part of it that was made of a newer wood. Something happened there and I and a group of friends decide to investigate. It was realy weird, I was looking at the photos, and suddenly, when I think I found a photo of the shack, I find a photo of another shack. It was identical, except that the part covered with the newer wood was in a opposite position. At one point I went to the attic, where I find a chest, I opened it and found a string, I pulled it and a horrorfull music played from the deep of the chest. I went back the 1st floor, but everyone was gone, did they run because of the horrible music of the chest? Thats what I though, when I took a look again at the photo of the other shack, the photo was changed to the other of the original shack I was in, that shocked me a lot, and then I runed right to the entrance, went outside the shack, and found that it wasn't the original shack, it was the one of the photo in the original shack.

you changed layer in your dream, perhaps?

OnyxIonVortex wrote:you changed layer in your dream, perhaps?

Now that you said, it makes sence now.