Lucid Time!

I was walking into town. (Evening, judging by the position of the sun) I remember meeting this girl from my high school who was being annoying so I jaywalked into the middle of the street when she wasn't looking to get away from her. I walked to the Taekwondo studio and had my taekwondo outfit on.

I was told that there were three new students starting and I had to teach them all the basics of how to do good in class. I remember there were three or four boys who all looked the same but at different ages, as they got older they got taller and their hair got darker. The youngest of the four had blonde hair and looked about 10. The oldest looked about 20 and had black hair and a slight mustache. I started teaching them something and they changed into Cafe's guides.

I then remember my high school crush walked in and she was a black belt. She started saying that I was doing all the class all wrong. My taekwondo master came out of his office and said that he didn't know who she was and that she couldn't just expect to walk into the studio and start telling me how to lead class. I said something about her being annoying.

The next thing I knew she took out this weird gas mask thing and put it on her face with a really long filter tube reaching about knee level. (It looked like a vaccum hose) She started spinning it around like a helicopter and asked if it was annoying.

Also my retainer started bothering me at 4:00am so I had to take it out and went pee while I was at. I suppose that counts as a WBTB, though I didn't try any practice...

I was being chased by someone. I hid in this store where this guy sold guns. But I didn't have a license to buy a gun so instead he sold me this crossbow type weapon that shot these little darts so that I could defend myself. I think I remember buying 22 of the little darts, then practicing. For some reason the guy said he would sell me three bismuth crystals for half price (what is up with all the bismuth crystals in my dreams these past few days...)

I think it was somehow related to a dream fragment that I had in a previous night. (Night 2 of hte comp) where the crystals I needed were specific and I needed to slot them into some kind of alien device. I remember he sold the crystals in 3 categories. Cheap, Normal and Superb. Crystals from all three sizes were about the same size. (Usually about as big as the palm of my hand) I bought two of the cheap ones and one of the normal one.

The total that I had to pay for all this. The weird dart shooting crossbow and the crystals was 30 dollars and 13 cents.

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I remember I was dreaming that I was walking in my neighborhood. I randomly got lucid when I got to the front of the neighborhood. I think there was a small boy in a wagon talking about building a tree fort and something to do with a monster that lived in the woods but I ignored him.

I remember thinking that I should try and walk all the way to the middle school without forgetting that I'm lucid dreaming. Yesterday I had been meditating on how clear the dream world could get. I did some stabilization by running my hand across the wooden rail of the boardwalk. I focused on leaves in the trees. (The forest that is along this path seemed thinner than normal) I think there might have been giant mushrooms or a giant bismuth crystal.

I kept walking and saw a lady walking with her two headed dog. The dog had a white head and a black head. She said I hi and I said 'Hi' back. I remember I started thinking about the state of my reality. I asked myself "What is a lucid dream?" to which seemingly a separate part of me replied. "In order to understand what a lucid dream is, you must define what a dream is first. A dream is a sequence of subconscious thoughts we undergo while sleeping. These thoughts manifest themselves as sensory stimulation in a way that is roughly congruent with the laws of reality. A lucid dream is simply a sequence of thoughts where the conscious mind becomes active and aware of the true state of this faulty reality and is able to interface with the subconscious mind modifying the reciprocated sensory manifestation of the subconscious thoughts to better suit the dreamer."

I kept walking. I did some more stabilizations and reality checks. I remember pinching my nose for a really long time and breathing through it. I said to myself "If I can ever do this easily, then it means that I'm dreaming." I got to the cross in the paths (almost to the middle school.) and saw my crush again, jogging. She asked me why I wasn't jogging. I stopped her and said something like. "I got over you years ago, you need to leave my dreams." and she jogged off. I remember thinking that my reason for being here wasn't to complete competition goals but to get better at lucid dreaming, and by being in the slow meditative state of walking the trail around my neighborhood I was practicing being in that state for an extended period of time and being focused on it. I remember thinking that I was 'honing my craft', and got stuck rolling the phrase over and over in my head.

I then decided I wanted to summon Manei into the dream. I used the summoning command and walked around the corner into the parking lot of the middle school. (Illogically.) I walked into a parking lot and saw a bunch of people sitting in parked cars and walking around with their cell phones out playing pokemon go. It was supposed to be a representation of the lucid dreaming competition since it was pokemon go themed. I looked around for her but didn't see anybody. A guy walked into me because he was distracted trying to catch pokemon. I took it as impromptu stabilization.

I saw a black camaro looking car that reminded me of the one Manei used to drive but there was a police car next to it with their sirens on. When I went over I saw it was not Manei, but this random guy with short black hair. I remember asking him if he was Manei and he said no. I left and went inside the middle school looking for her, attempting summoning behind doors. I remember I saw someone drive a minivan down the hallway of the school and they stopped next to me. Two women got out. One of them was my grandmother, and the other an original character of mine. The OC woman got a very young version of my dream self out of the back car seat. He looked about 3 and was wearing a black shirt and gray shorts. I got confused and lost the lucid dream.

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I was trying to Earthbend. Normally aged dream self was sitting in lotus position in the woods by a river wearing what looked like a very torn and faded version of my taekwondo uniform (somehow connected to the first dream). I think the sleeves had been torn off. There was a worn wooden plank in front of him with a huge blob of gray clay. He/I would strike the clay repeatedly with his hands in various ways with his hands for a while before the blob became unrecognizable. He would then pat it back together into a smooth blob and repeat.

Frag .5pt*1=.5
NLD 1pt*2=2
DILD 10pt*1=10
WBTB 2pt*1=2
RC/Stabilize 2pt*4 (at least)=1
Interact with DC=2pt*1=2

Night Total=17.5

Frag: Something to do with shopping at Kroger with my mom. There was a stegosaurus in the parking lot eating people's groceries and cars and a thunderstorm was coming.

Frag: I thought of dream music. Neptune the Mystic from Holst’s planets suite was all I got. I feel like I kept hearing it through dreams.

Frag: I was watching One Punch Man season two. In it, he encountered this character from another dimension called "One Kick Woman" who was more powerful than Saitama. When asked what her power came from she said that she did TWO hundred push ups, TWO hundred sit ups, TWO hundred squats and a 20km run each day. She had a green and black costume.

Man, I should draw that.

Dream, since two frags from it: Something to do with being stranded a tropical island. I was with a few other people and we were all naked. I think we were on a reality TV show. Someone said something about making coconut cups for our genitals along with coconut bras for the females, but I didn't want to do it because I thought it would look ridiculous. I said that everyone was naked under their clothes and we should put survival essentials before modesty.

...

At the end of the dream, The show's crew packed up but I wanted to stay on the island alone. The crew said that the island would be underwater soon because of global warming. I said that I didn't care.

Spoiler for im gonna spoiler this one just in case, its weird and gross:

I was sitting with a friend in his room. For some reason he had a large drop-down screen like an overhead projector and was projecting his computer screen while drawing on his tablet so I could watch. He was drawing a picture of a teenage anime girl with brown hair sitting on the toilet. He said that drawing the poop was his favorite part. (This, my fellow dreamers, is why I don't specifically mention my friends.) He put these four rows of statistic and numbers near her butt that said how good she was at pooping.

I remember one of them was "+2 Constipation Resistance"

I left the room and came back with a soda. I was more confused than anything. He opened this folder and showed me he was using the art to make a trading card game about anime girls pooping. Apparently the story was that it took place in this school where the girls learned the techniques and trained their digestion to make the best poops in the world for giving to scientists to study and stuff. The things I saw were:

Traffic Light Poop (A special effect card with a picture of a red, yellow and green poop)
(A random anime girl)
Belly Expansion Beans (A special effect card with a a picture of beans.)
Yoko (from GL, Apparently he was using characters from other animes.)
(Something about men urinating)

I'm fairly certain I woke up laughing from that dream and went pee myself. I suppose that counts as a WBTB since I went back to bed with the intention of LDing. My chronology is all messed up, I don't remember what order these dreams came in at all. Just that this took place at around 4:00am.

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I was watching a movie about Godzilla. (Supposedly a followup to the Godzilla 2014 movie. In the movie, Godzilla was walking around the city. Pearl from Steven Universe was there trying to stop Godzilla but she was giant and glowing orange. She had some help from these little crystalline beetles that also glowed orange, I think she summoned them. When the tried to fight Godzilla he did something to turn parts of them green, then Godzilla left.

Then I appeared in the dream and was able to turn the parts of their bodies that had been turned back to orange mostly, with still a few green spots. They all went and got onto a UFO to go back to their home planet, and said that they weren’t attacking earth and felt it would be better to just leave in peace before any more destruction happened on either side. I think Samurai Jack appeared in the movie toward the end and helped me to split up the fighting forces and broker peace. But people thought that it was a plot point that came out of nowhere.

I remember my uncle saying. “That was a good movie, they didn’t waste time with anything and got right to the action…”

-+-

I remember I was in a mining camp at night. The setting was otherworldy. Stripey blue rocks with black metallic bismuth-like crystals in them and a dark gray sky. The metallic crystals was what we were mining.

We are sitting around the fire. Me and a few friends were using these things called murmur men. They were basically like zombie men that we could use as free labor to dig up minerals. They didn’t need to eat or sleep and acted like robots always taking orders. (You could just order one to walk off a cliff and it would oblige.) And when they were ‘killed’ by something they could just regenerate by having a skeleton come up from underground and reforming their flesh onto it.

I remember I said that I liked to give the murmur men meals and sleep, even though they could be worked 24 hours a day without food or sleep it made me feel better and it made the murmur men more productive when they did work because it made them happier. My friends got mad at me for letting them do this because they said they were nothing more than tools to be used for our mining. I remember thinking that when I had the chance, I was going to try and set all of the murmur men free.

Someone said something about building a second windmill for our camp. We already had one windmill powering our camp. I remember seeing the timber frame and metal rotor, and in intricate detail, seeing the gearbox we had assembled to turn the generator that provided our area with power. 2D from Gorillaz appeared and started singing the Gorillaz song ‘Feel good Inc’ and our windmill changed to the one from the flying windmill island. Golden sunlight started shining through the clouds onto the windmill.

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I FA’d. I was with family members. We were all sleeping together in this big log cabin themed suite. It had separate rooms for each of us. I remember looking out the door and seeing this creepy mime girl with black and white makeup looking at me from the counter. (I think ‘Mime Girl’ was what I was calling her internally.) I remember she had all white eyes that glowed.

She posessed one of my cousins into going after us and trying to attack. Family members all started waking up at the sound of screams and they were panicking because they didn’t want to fight my cousin since he was a family member. I know he killed at least one person before I even woke up. Everyone went into the central kitchen area of the cabin where we saw he had a steak knife and different people lunged in and pulled away trying to take it from him.

My aunt was getting extremely emotional because she didn’t know what she could do. She tried talking to him about loving his family but it didn’t work and my cousin stabbed my aunt in the arm. She backed away and then fainted into the arms of my father who started looking around for something to bandage it with. The wound didn't seem to be bleeding, it was just like a red cut mark on her arm.

I remember being in what was supposed to be this intense family situation, I was just thinking like "I don't care, can we get this over with and go back to sleep." I think it was actually a low level of lucidity acting on me. I figured I'd just get in there and show everyone how it was done. I went in after my possessed knife-wielding cousin. I remember I moved in on him and tried to disarm the knife but he was too fast and he stabbed me in the chest. There was a moment of intensity here, but I snapped back into my apathetic layer-zero lucidity attitude as I fell to the floor. My wound shared the same characteristic to my aunts'. No blood came out, it was just like a short red line on my body.

My reaction was something along the lines of “Oh darn… I’ve been stabbed by my cousin who was possessed by a demonic mime. For some reason I just don't care. ” I remember looking at the mime girl while things went to black and saying. “Maybe we should have been fighting HER instead of my cousin.”

Then my youngest cousin went in. When the posessed cousin tried to stab him he caught the knife blade between his hands, ninja kicked him back without hurting him too much and threw the knife at the mime girl, banishing her.

I was fully dead now and watching third person as a spirit. My youngest cousin said turned to me and said thanks for giving him the strength to be a little ninja. I was lucid enough to know that this was somehow in reference to me calling the kids in my taekwondo class yesterday 'Little Ninjas' when they did a good job on their kicks. (My cousin isn't in my Taekwondo class though)

This apathy has been a focus of mine lately, during the meditations I've been doing. I put a lot of thought into these sorts of dreams, that often seems like they're designed specifically to create emotional scenes, but I'm usually very apathetic towards them. It feels like theres this very low level of lucidity that's worked its way into these dreams.

Dream: 1*5=5
Frag: .5*3=1.5
WBTB: 2*1=2

All of this actually took place in a Wake Back To Bed. I had another non-lucid dream before this, but all of its content is lost to me now. I only vaguely remember something having to do with Marcus saying something about math. I recall waking up at around 6:30. I woke up from this dream at 8:00 so I guess that was my last sleep cycle.

I was at a country resturant, eating out with an old guy in a ship captain outfit. He was really short with this big beard and all of these curls coming out of it. I remember thinking, even as I was talking to him that he reminded me of the captian crunch mascot. He even had the big hat.

I remember he had this monocle or sighter device over one eye, kind of like an eye-patch with three lenses that would rotate depending upon what distance whatever he was looking at was.

I can't remembered what we had ordered/were eating. The food was fairly good though.

I held the expectation that he would be an unpleasant character, but he was actually extremely nice and had interesting stories to tell involving giant space monsters and the likes. (Yeah, giant space monsters. Turned out he wasn't a boat captian, but rather he had a spaceship that looked like a boat like the ships from Treasure Planet.) He had his quirks though. I told him some of my stories too.

I remember I told him I had to leave because I had to go to my taekwondo class. I walked out of the restaurant and found I was in the hardware store near my friend S's house. But the one big hardware store had been replaced with several smaller stores. One of them being the country restaurant.

I went to the taekwondo studio that turned out to be in a grocery store. We decided to practice by the freezer section since there was a lot of open space, and the freezers would help to keep us cool if we got too hot and sweaty.

Everyone lined up. Right before my taekwondo master started class, he decided instead that I should teach. (Something that happens quite often in real life). He then told me that when I taught I had to remember something:

"When is a number just a number, and when does it mean more? What does the number 9 mean to you? Also, try the fried chicken. It's good."

I had a false memory of him saying this before and it being some kind of trick question. I tried to remember what the correct answer was.

He then opened the freezer door and walked into a big pile of boxes of frozen fried chicken and disappeared. I tried to follow him in. I thought I found him but all I found was his disembodied floating head. He smiled at me then receded behind some boxes.

...

I had finished teaching class without anything interesting or memorable happening. I had to head home. It was a beautiful summer night. I started to walk toward my friend S's house. In the dream, I was living in his house because my house had met with some kind of disaster.

I walked a good distance and remembered that I had left my wallet at the country restaurant. I turned and started to walk back. I walked into a flickering streetlight and saw something move. I wished I'd had my hidden blade gauntlets because I thought it might be a criminal or something. I then looked at my wrists and realized I DID. Knowing it was a dream, I locked the blades out and advanced on the threat ready for a fight.

It came into the picture. It was just a small, skinny, feral black cat. It hissed at me. I locked the blades back in and realized it was no threat. The cat calmed down and walked into the light, where it proceeded to begin rolling on the concrete and purring loudly. I gently petted the cat for a minute then (partial lucidity talking here.) realized I still needed to go back and get my wallet.

I headed back into the hardware store. I opened the door to the country restaurant and...

Spoiler for NSFW:

People having sex. Everywhere. Everyone had blue eyes, blonde hair and pale skin though. But there were people of a wide spectrum of ages and sizes all getting it on in this restaurant. Mostly girls, but there were some men too.

Since there was a shortage of men, some of the girls approached me and asked me if I wanted to join in. I remember I was approached by three of them. Though the one in the middle who was tall, thin and very busty was easily the most attractive. I told them no but they kept trying to seduce me.

I didn't want this to end as a lowly sex dream. I willed the woman's breasts to shrink and they did, all the way down to a completely flat chest. She looked down and screamed. Her limbs flailed around randomly kind of like a cartoon or a garry's mod animation and she floated in the air screaming in terror. She spun around the room two or three and flew out a window. The other girls ran away too.

I found my wallet right on a table next to three people humping each other.

I tried to go back outside but instead find myself in another room. The entire room looks like a large square sauna with mats all along the edges. There are four big square pots filled with bamboo in each corner. There is a step or terrace all along the wall with mats layed out it. There is a back door that is well hidden in the motif of the wall, but I can see it there.

Three more girls approach me in the same kind of formation, but they're actually wearing clothes this time. What they are wearing actually looked like a version of Manei's tribe outfit, only white with blue details. Or at least two of them were. She too had blonde hair and blue eyes and looked like a younger version of the girl who's boobs I had removed a minute ago.

The one on the right was very short and had buzz-cut hair. She couldn't have been more than 13 or 14. The one on the left was short, but she looked much different. She had black hair and green eyes.

"Hi, we're your fan club. I'm the president." Said the tall one.

"What are all those other people out there?"

"They're your other fan club. We are better because we celebrate you for your philosophy and beliefs. They only celebrate you for... well... other reasons. "

The black haired girl got cheery and said she wanted to show me something. She pulled out these paintings she had made of me on parchment. They were really good. All of them had chinese/japanese/koren characters on them. I asked myself for a moment why dreams seem to associate me so closely with oriental culture.

I then rememeber while we were along the back wall someone opened the not-so-secret door. It was another blonde haired blue eyed girl. She had some black hair in her hand.

"I have some of your hair." *giggles*

She slowly receded back into the shadowy room that lay beyond and slowly closed the door.

"Okay, you're not creepy at all..."

The short haired girl came over to me and started tugging on my arm. She was much shorter than me, to the point where I had to get down on my knee to look her in the face.

"If eyes are windows into the soul, then what do I see in yours?" She asked.

I was about to say something back and I woke up.

Spoiler for Long Side Notes:

So I've been thinking a lot about lucid dreaming lately. Though I didn't expect to actually have a lucid dream last night. (much less recall anything.) I did not go to bed until around 1:00 in the morning. (So a pleasant surprise to wake up to something like this.) I've been trying to get in the habit of both meditating and practicing Taekwondo every day.

That considered, maybe this is why dreams choose to represent me as an oriental? It makes sense in the regard.

Additionally I consider the fact that I began Taekwondo lessons at right around the same time that I first began learning lucid dreaming techniques. When I was in that early phase of heavy learning, I might have made an unconscious association with the two. This may explain why other aspects of my personality are not as often represented in dreams.

It could also be more representative of my philosophy, since I don't abide by any one religion or philosophy, though most of my principles were founded on Buddhist ideas. I remember last night my friend S spent the night, he was talking about how upset he was at the thought that we might one day never be friends. I told him that from the day I met him, I had accepted the fact that one day we would not be close anymore. I allowed myself to be attached to him, but never to the point that the loss would seriously hurt me. He apparently hadn't done the same thing, but was understanding of me, as good friends should be.

I explained to him how everything in life is just a phase. Nothing lasts forever. One day, I will stop coming on Dreamviews. One day, I will move to a new home. One day, my parents will pass away. Etc. Even when I was a young child, I simply accepted the fact that I would one day die.

When I was meditating, I thought for some unusual reason, about Jonathan. I was asking myself about what he was meant to represent in my dreams. I'm not sure why I was putting so much thought into a dream character who is no longer really around. I guess I figured that just because a phase of your life is over, doesn't mean you cant still learn from it.

I couldn't figure out of he was just a dream nemesis or a dark dream guide with a sort of tough love philosophy. I figured the idea was that some dream guides can be like very close supportive friends who are at your back while others push you and challenge you by opposing you. But how is that helpful to someone like me who often very frustrated with their own underpreformance and is always pushing themselves? People like me don't need that kind of support, it just frustrates us more.

Regardless of what role he was meant to play, it never seemed like Jonathan 'clicked' into it. If he was a dream nemesis, he didn't do a very good job of making me dislike him or afraid of him. If anything, I was intrigued by him. I wanted to know why he did what he did. If he was meant to push me, then his purpose was undermined for the reason stated above.

Jonathan was, if I recall correctly, some kind of vampire or demon. He was meant to represent something evil or unlikeable.

I always judged the rate and memorability of a dream characters' appearances as a gauge of their importance. It only makes sense that a dream that shows you a character more often must mean the character is more important. This is why I spend so much time on Manei and comparatively less on the other characters. (I probably spend more time considering her actions than those of all other characters combined.)

Though if we use the rate of appearance to judge how important a character is in a dream, then I am neglecting one very critical fact. I am a character in these dreams as well.

Anyways, at this point, I feel like I am just rambling in the sake of rambling, and other activities are calling to me. If you can find a point in everything I just said, then that's better than I could have hoped for.

I recall some dream where I was playing (I think LittleBigPlanet) or a very similar game. I was trying to make a level but I needed these unlockables from the core game to do so. I kept on having to begrudgingly go back to playing the game so that I could unlock enough points to continue making my level.
...
I recall this once scene toward the end where I had made the whole level one layer deep with this material that had a red and orange wavy pattern on it.

I was at my Taekwondo Studio. Though it feels bigger. I recall there are many familiar faces from the studio but also many people I have never seen before.
There was this heavily built kid of, I think middle eastern descent. I couldn't put my finger on where he was from but it was obviously not the united states, and he didn't speak English very well. Anyways, he invites me to have a friendly sparring match and I agree to do so. For some reason I agree to do so.
We get into position. For some reason there are these railings on either side of us so that we can't move to the side. We start fighting and because this was a dream about my Taekwondo studio, I obviously apply techniques I have learned in class.
This kid may be strong but he is soooo sloooww! All of his moves are blatantly telegraphed, and he doesn't seem to know much outside of throwing punches.
At one point or another he comments that my techniques are 'unconventional'.
I attempt to fight back by throwing kicks. For some reason, I can't seem to throw a decent kick.
At the end of our fight, I manage to get behind the guy, and grab his arms. I recall one of the holds we learned in class and and slowly manage to bend him into it. He doesn't try to kick me or break out, he just tries to resist me as I slowly get him into a hold. After I pin him, the dream ends.

I recall two instances of Dream Music this morning. The first one was a very errie woman singing. I can't quite put my finger on the style, but it was sort of Gothic but still Modern sounding, like atuo-tune had been used. The second one came about as I became more awake. I recognized it as Crystal Mountian by Synsun.