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Was arguing with my mother about some money that my auntie gave me to save for what ever i needed . In real life i already spent some of that money on some stuff i didn't really need and felt a little bed . So my mom was asking me what i spent the money on and i refused to tell her since it was stupid stuff i spent it on and she would only get mad . My mom never ever asks me what i do with my money . Than she told me that if i would show her that i have all the money that my auntie gave me , she would double it not bad right . But since i knew i spend some of the money my auntie gave me i did not want to do that . Now that i woke up and thing about it , my mother knows my auntie gave me money but she never knew how much , so if i was lucid enough i could have said "yes here is the $20 or $50 or $2000 from my auntie ) and i would not be afraid of lying or .

I am a student at a prep school. I am being bullied by the gym teacher (who looks like a psychotic mix between Dolph Lundgren and Josh Hartnett He tells me he'll give me a black star--punch me in the forehead, but so administrators won't see any marks. Then he'll get some of the other kids to "beat my ass." They will "put me in a circle" and punch me.

I get in trouble for something with a friend (not someone I know in WL), and we both get sent to the principal's office. Principal is telling my friend how he will get him kicked out of this school. My friend starts crying, and asking why I won't be getting kicked out as well. The principal says the circumstances are different for me. The principal goes on, looking through some thick book, and saying things like, "Seems there is an opening at such-and-such school." I scoot my chair (it's a rolley chair) closer to see what he is reading.

It's an album of Winnie the Pooh pictures. I laugh. He sees that I've seen the album and smiles. He then kindly lectures us on behaving in class, and tells us we need to do that. I say, "I am going to shoot straight with you," to the principal. I tell him about the gym teacher's threats. He slowly transforms from a slender, bald man with glasses to a heavier, blonde-bearded guy. The bearded guy tells us how they called the gym teacher "the cheat pro" in high school because he always cheated. I ask incredulously if he went to school here. The principal says he did not. His beard has changed into some weird metal clip flapping from his chin. He also has a clip hanging from his lower lip, his ears, and maybe nose (?). The clips flap as he talks. This seems vaguely unprofessional to me, but don't notice it as weird

The principal has now changed into a woman. She says she is sure the teacher did not mean his threats, and that he has to have some way to control the class. I tell her she is wrong, and that I fully expect to be beaten up soon. I tell her I will let her know if that happens.

My friend and I are heading back to class. I realize I forgot my book bag in the principal's office. I also am trying to remember what my science homework is. I realize I have done no science homework the entire year. Does that mean I just have a zero in the class? Why didn't the principal mention my grade? It suddenly dawns on me that I might be dreaming. I nose pinch twice and can breathe. My friend is looking at me expectantly. I think to tell him this is a dream, but then remember how DCs tend to wig out on me if I do that. I say nothing.

I also realize I don't need to go back to the office for the backpack, as I can just summon it here. I reach behind me, feeling for the strap. I feel the correct texture, and pull the backpack around to me. It has some orange coloration, but it otherwise almost exactly like the back pack I have in WL. I am satisfied. I then decide to head outside.

There are many students in the main hall--everyone seems to be heading to class. I am walking down a wide staircase with students going up and down. I see a boy trying to lift a duffel bag up onto the step above him--the step he is trying to get up is somehow very high, about four or five feet. I lift the bag up for him, reasoning that this should not take too much of my dream time. He thanks me (?) and then says I should lift bags in a certain way--I should "waffle" them. Whatevs

Another student stops me, and starts talking. I stop and listen, but it comes out garbled. I ask him to repeat himself. He shakes his head, and says he was just going to "cheer me on" or something. I realize this is just a DC, and therefore is not real. "You're fine," I say to him, and continue on to the front steps of the school. As I approach, I remember to observe the dream. What would that entail here? I pay more attention. Doors are made of glass. I go outside onto the main steps.

Something is now in my mouth--I'm chewing. Two girls approach me. They want me to take a survey or something. I spit the food out of my mouth in a retching fashion to see how they will react. They just stare at the chewed up food on the ground. I wake up. Go for the DEILD but no

Lying in bed, trying to WILD/fall asleep. Watching FMA Brotherhood with wife. Scar is speaking; wife comments on his scarred face. He looks a little weird to me--part of his face is white (Scar's character is brown-skinned in the show). Fast-paced outro music begins:



It seems clear that Scar is going to die in this next episode. My wife talks about them playing up his sacrifice. I am now looking at a Super Mario Bros. screen. Realize it is a dream, but am not sure if this is a transition so do nothing. Currently I have no body. Playing Mario Bros. 3 world 1 map music: (sorry gang, couldn't post two videos--look the second one up!)

Mario flies off wearing his cape from Super Mario World. The game transitions to some weird game with a naked baby's butt. Dream has solidified now and I have a body. I slap the baby's butt through the screen to see if I can interact with the game. I don't feel anything except for the t.v. screen, but the character reacts. I try to pick the baby up this fails. Danie Radcliffe from Harry Potter is sitting in a hot tub. He criticizes me for not picking up the baby correctly. I knock him backwards into the water. Move around the screen a bit--maybe some kind of office in isometric third-person view, like the old Crusader games. Some zombies wandering around. I decide I don't want to play a game for my entire LD, so I get up and leave the room.

Emerge in my mom's house, then remember to observe the dream. A thought comes up: can I remember any of the January tasks? Ah yes, I remember to new ones. Shouldn't be hard. But I'm not going to try hard. Just observe, and if the necessary tools emerge, then use them. I think I see a component resting on a cabinet, but when I look it is not there. I am looking inside of a cabinet when I wake up. Lie still and begin DEILD transition. Roll off of the mat and am falling through space. Seems to be going well, but keep knocking against something as I fall. I try to ignore it but then wake up. Try once more, then RC and write this down.

Morning of December 31, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,544-02. Reading Time: 1 min 46 sec.



While contemplating going to sleep (in our bed in our present home) to enter a vivid dream while maintaining conscious awareness, I am unaware that I am already asleep and dreaming.

A city council tractor mower is going over the grassy wayside near the west side of our house without seeming to complete the task. I sit on our bed facing the lounge room, wondering when this noise will stop so that I can sleep and dream. (There is no loud noise in my real environment at the time.)

Our lounge room has the fictitious feature (not perceived as erroneous by my dream self) of a reverse bay window, that is, it extends inward rather than outward. One of its windows faces me though at an angle.

I perceive that the council mower is getting closer to the west side of our house. The directional orientation of the sound is extraordinarily realistic.

The unfamiliar male face of the driver of the tractor mower appears in the fictitious window that faces me. His visage is dramatically exaggerated hostility. He is somehow driving the tractor mower so close to our house that he can look through the window and remain there. The situation makes no sense, as he is also supposedly still driving the tractor mower back and forth at the same time he is at the window, but this impossibility does not trigger recognition that I am dreaming. (Obviously, his face could not be close to the window if he was sitting on a tractor mower.)

I get up and go to the window and place my hand against the screen. My fingers push through the window screen, bending it outward as if it was soft. The tips of my fingers go into the face, dissolving it. Eventually, there is nothing there. (I neither see nor hear a tractor mower, either). I do not possess a functioning dream state awareness, yet I have no qualms about eliminating this entity.

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Crucial background information: Before this dream, I was in an activity about discernment of this process by moving my hand forward to determine if I was dreaming. In testing an image in front of me, if my hand touched my solid CRT computer screen, it would indicate that I was awake. In contrast, a malleable texture would verify that I was dreaming.

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Caution: I rarely practice reality checks because they corrupt reticular activating system functionality, an important biological factor of sleep-wake transitions.

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NON LUCID
*My girlfriend was doing something as I watched her thinking about beautiful she was.

*I was eating these strange chips along with an orange.

I had some dream involving a green alien female Jedi fighting Count Dooku in a debris field. It felt like they were in a cave or underground. She had a green lightsaber and crap fighting skills. But that didn't matter, she was able to regenerate. Dooku continually severed her limbs, decapitated her and stabbed her through the chest but she had a wolverine-like healing factor.


Some dream where I wound up driving to my cousin's house. There was some overly complicated plan my family was undergoing to go on vacation and I was involved somehow. I think it was meant to be some kind of anxiety dream but it never really amounted to anything interesting.


A dream involving S, A and C. This was a couple of years in the future, or at least what my brain assumed our futures would be like. A owned a nightclub, C was working for an environmental activist group, and I was a successful grad student in art school. S was the only one who hadn't met with success and had taken up petty thievery as a means to get by.

S had us all meet at A's nightclub. H was there as the DJ. We all sat in the corner and started talking. S stated that he wanted all of us to pull of a criminal heist together. Our target was a large diamond being held (get this) at the police station.

I, luckily had the role of the getaway driver. I was sitting in the parking lot and H had hacked the security cameras allowing me to see the Heist in progress. S and A got captured right after they managed to get the diamond. C nearly got away but was caught when she tried to exit through the fire escape of the building.

It was at this point I realized that we should bail out. I stepped on the gas, but the police seemed really intent on capturing us. I saw a couple of military APCs block the road and I got out and surrendered.

Two male agents came and pinned me down. H ran into the woods and likely got away.

The agents had me laying on my back and were pointing assault rifles at me. (Man I could have used some lucidity right about here.) I then realized that they had no proof that I was connected to the crime. All I had been doing was sitting in the van in the parking lot and unless they could find proof that I was off the hook.

Somehow they said that I was right and there was no proof that I had done anything wrong, other than hack the security cameras. They said that I was in the least amount of trouble of anyone here, and at the worst was only going to have to pay a fine. Also, they implied that S, A and C had been badly injured.

Tough night. WBTB around 5:30, had some recall but lost it, can't get back to sleep
Get up around 8? Head to kitchen with laptop waiting to get sleepy again, after about an hour come back to bed, and sloooooowly, slooooooowly, slooooooowly head towards sleep. It takes forever. I'm getting SO CLOSE to sleep but not making the transition, mind's just too active. I get a hypnic jerk at one point. Try on both sides, back, get close but no sleep. Decide to bring out "the nukes", the position of last resort, on the stomach. Head to the right of the pillow, and yes it works its magic yet again, I get a short dream:

+ attacked by a gypsy pick-pocket gang, I throw an elbow at a guy who's grabbing my backpack and I wake up from the movement.

I'm walking and look down and see my waist bag is open, I'm concerned this may attract thieves so I'm working on zipping it shut. I notice that I'm in a small crowd of dark gypsy looking guys in dark clothing, they're starting to swarm around me and I'm very aware of this, I stop walking and take a step back but the really short guy stops too and stays close to me, I feel another guy go around my back and grab my backpack, I throw a powerful right elbow around to take him out and this movement wakes me up, perhaps partially moving in bed.

OK that was a dream, finally. Switch my head to the left side of the pillow and fall back asleep.

+ in school, unmarked doors, looking for French class, nervous about the French competition

I'm on the ground floor of a school building, I'm with a female classmate, feels like high school age-wise. I'm looking for my French class, I think it's around this place but on the upper floor. We go up the stairs and at the top of the stairs is an unmarked door, painted black. You just have to know it's a door there's no other indication. I say to the girl, "I've been here a while and I still can't get used to this (hidden) doors!" I push the door open and you have to step carefully over the door jam on the bottom which is at least 6 inches tall extending up from the ground.

We're walking down the hallway and I'm looking for Madame "R"'s room (junior high French teacher) I think it's the next room to the left. I poke my head into the room tentatively and there's a class with a teacher there, I think I see French words on the blackboard, I ask, "C'etait Francais?" Then I ask in a different foreign language since I can't think of the right French words, "which class level?" They answer "fifth," I'm beyond that level so I move on down the hallway.

There's a French competition and I must participate, I'm nervous because I know my vocabulary has really fallen behind so I won't do well.

+ in a 2nd floor room with glass walls wearing a towel, view of a crowded plaza down below, kids on the ledge, I kick them out, one follows me back in; back out again, topless waitress in the crowd; walking among the buffet tables

I'm standing in a room wearing just a towel, and I look out through the glass window/walls and see there's a crowd of people walking around on the level below. I approach the glass to look better but I see there are a bunch of young people sitting on the ledge, some of them turn back to look at me. Then they get up and enter the room but there's no open window. I'm angry with them they use this room like a thoroughfare to get out on to the ledge. I shoo them all outside then re-enter my room. One of them follows me in and I'm annoyed by this at first, but then a lightbulb goes off and a pretty lengthy "fun time" follows. Transition/wake? after a while

Transition/Afterwards, I'm walking outside among people, checking out some busty ladies wearing bikinis? on the other side of the glass wall. One really massively endowed (waitress?) is pulling her skimpy bikini top forwards adjusting herself and I get an eyeful before she makes eye contact and I'm shy and avert my gaze. She replaces the top which barely still covers things.

Walking through a serious of tables laid with a lot of food, some of it quite strange. I either replay or walk around again looking at the stuff again.

+ (lucid) making out with a a pretty blue-eyed blonde who keeps getting too tall.

I'm walking through a crowd which is facing me. I looking at faces to choose a pretty girl, at some point I get lucid. I'm looking at a brunette but behind her a pretty blue-eyed blonde grabs my attention (interesting, I'm mostly a brunette guy these days), get that "zing" feeling. Walk up to her, she's standing on my left now, and she's *tall*. Heck, she's practically a head taller than *me* (I'm over 6 feet), "you're tall!" I say. I put my hands around her shoulders backwards facing her and pull down on her shoulders to make her shorter. When she's below my head I take her into my arms and kiss her for a bit. Pull back, walking through the crowd "to my room" for privacy, forget that it will take too long, kiss her again, she's tall again, pull her down to make her short again, kiss some more, really feel the lip contact well, dream fades and I wake up moving my lips a bit haha….

After trying to go back in for a bit I go over the dreams again and a get up, it's now 12 noon. Yes it took me that long to get back to sleep. But I'm stubborn.

I've decided I'm going to keep doing this unit I learn how to fall asleep quickly. I "found" a feeling of mind/body at one point that was very relaxing, mostly concentrating on the breath. I will continue searching for this.

WBTB is the key clearly to LDing, and I will get much much more into it in 2015.

I entered 2014 with a LD on January 1st, and I'm leaving 2014 with a lucid on December 31st. Great way to lead into 2015 which will be a banner year for LDing for me I know! Finish of my first full calendar year LDing.

Meeting with family

I went out of my aunts home. I could easily spot each member of my family. They were talking and laughing. Younger members were playing volleyball. I tried to find a good spot, and I saw a bench. In some places it was hidden behind some pillars. I sat behind one of those pillars, and felt better. I heard my family talking about going to church somewhere in a city.

*Mother told me that while I was sleeping, my aunt with her daughter drove to the hospital with a woman. Their car broke near my house, so father helped them repair the car. After repairing they were sitting in our kitchen, and talking about mass for my dead uncle. I must've heard them from my room, and it incubated the dream.*

Donating my blood

I was in my kitchen. There was a weird device for donating blood. You had to take needle and stab yourself in the tongue. Machine then would suck your blood from artery placed there. My mother told me to use it, and that it's for helping the hospital.

The school play

With my younger sister we were chosen to participate in a school play. It was recreation of story from Hobbit book. I went to the room where other actors were preparing. It was a room full of weapon replicas and training dummies. We had to train for the battle scenes. I was searching for a long sword, but couldn't find any.

December 30, 2015

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I've Gotten Soft

I was a wolf, and was worried that I'd gotten soft, because I was hanging out with a bear and a beaver. But then some bad human was scheming something; he wanted to catch the animals where I lived by laying traps for them.

I switched to being the beaver or some other small mammal, and warned the wolf that what the bad human brought to our home was going to seem like it was a good thing, but was actually going to destroy our world... But the wolf smelled some pot pies on an island across the river from where we stood. I think we had been on a railroad track, right next to the opening of a tunnel. When we got to the small island with the pot pies on it though, we started pulling weeds because we wanted the place to be beautiful. This somehow foiled the bad human's plans, and he was moaning and grieving back on the train tracks.




I woke up from this random and short dream, but wasn't ready to get up yet, so I tried to fall back asleep. I usually have my best dreams at these moments... I wasn't disappointed. I had this dream next:

Beach Fun

I was on a beach with my family. My brothers and I were playing a sort of shooting game, where we had to see how close to shooting each other we could get without actually hitting each other. The guns suddenly turned into those nerf dart guns after a squabble where I apparently shot too fast consecutively. My little brother shot me and the dart stuck right to my chest. Then I shot my big brother three times; in the arm, the neck, and the hip.

After our battle, we all wanted to go for a walk along the shore. But we had a lot of stuff out with us, so we had to go take it to the car so it would be safe. The car was all the way at the back of the parking lot though, so we had to walk a ways. Dad said he would bring the car around after the first load of stuff, so that we wouldn't have to walk so far next time. I spotted an open parking spot much closer to the beach, and suggested we just move the car there.

On the way to the car, I looked into the woods to my left and noticed huge giraffe replicas. I'm talking like seven-story building tall giraffes. There were maybe 6 or 8 of them, all posed as if walking to the beach to our right. They looked just like real giraffes, just much bigger. To my right, there were some large pelican statues. One of them had its wings out as if beating them to scare enemies away. For some reason my big brother then hatched out of a giant egg near the pelican statues. I was a bit confused, but he seemed to think it was totally normal. We crossed a small pedestrian bridge that was more like a large log over the water, and the ground shook momentarily. I looked up and saw the neck of one of the large giraffes moving. I was scared that they were coming to life and were going to smoosh us, but they didn't. It looked at me, then moved back to its original position and everything stopped moving again...

At this point, my consciousness was slightly shifted; I was The Doctor, but I was still me. If that makes sense. I looked in the woods to the left again, and saw about five Tardises. I blinked, and they were gone. I was very excited, because another Tardis meant there might be another Time Lord than me! My family all went back to the beach area, and I snuck back out to the woods to find the other Time Lords. It was dark now, and when I saw the 5 of them again, I was so exstatic. I wasn't alone! But as I drew nearer, they started morphing from blue Police Call boxes into red Phone Boothes, and I paniced. They all started randomly phasing in and out of Tardis, and never seemed to stay as a Tardis by the time I reached them.

I finally managed to catch one of them as it was blue, but then Emma Stone walked out of it and the sound of flushing came to my mind. They were all just porta-potties, and I'd just been too excited. Emma was drunk as all get out, though. She was stumbling and looked like she was going to vomit again. I helped her get to her cabin, only about fifty feet from the potty. Her mom was inside, and they both thanked me so much and almost worshipped me for some reason. They invited me to a festival that was happening the next day, but I was already going with my family, so I declined.

Flash forward to my family and I leaving the spot on the beach again. My mom and I are in Yukatas, and we are headed for the festival. The parking lot was lined with all sorts of stalls, and my mom wanted to take pictures of me all over the place. But I couldn't see any of the giant giraffes anymore. This made me suspect I was dreaming, so I looked down to my hands, and noticed I had an extra pinky finger on my right hand. I was dreaming!

I wanted to set off a firework, which was perfect, because I was at a festival. There were usually fireworks at these things, right? I looked behind a few stalls, because that's where I thought they would have fireworks stored for later. After a few stalls, I found a stash. I grabbed some of the biggest ones, and stuffed them into the folds on my Yukata. Normally, they shouldn't have had any business fitting, but it was a dream. Yukatas are apparently like a Tardis; bigger on the inside.

I decided to wander for a bit, and noticed something fishy about the trees all around me. I shuffled behind a bush, and inspected the bases of the trees. They turned out to be made of metal. The trunks were cut into strips at the bases, and then bent outwards slightly to create a slight fanning out. It was kind of beautiful, in a way. I appreciated the artistry and patience of whoever could have created a whole forest of metal trees that looked so real.

I wanted to set off the fireworks now, but it was still light. I closed my eyes and willed it to get dark, envisioning the sun setting. When I opened my eyes, it was still light, but when I looked through the metal branches and leaves of the trees above me, I could see the sun moving fast through the sky. In about 20 seconds it was sunset. The sun slowed a bit, and the sunset lasted a few minutes, it was beautiful, but the trees blocked a lot of the colors. Soon, it was dark enough for fireworks.

I hopped on over to the beach, flying through a small path in the woods that lead to the water. I stuck the fireworks in the sand near the water (but not close enough for them to get wet), and realized I had no matches. I could have tried sticking my hand in my pocket... But I wanted to try it Roy Mustang style. I went back to the tree-line, and snapped my finger a couple times, expecting there to be fire when I did. It took a few tries. When I was confident I could summon the flames this way, I aimed and snapped a bolt of fire at the fuses for the rockets. It worked, and this made me want to try other things with fire...

(Backstory required here... When I was a kid, two of my friends and I would spend our time creating elaborate fantasy worlds in which we each controlled an element and ruled over a kingdom. I ruled over fire, and even made a whole story back this world. Anyways, I wanted to try some of the things "I" could do in this fantasy world of mine)

I wanted to try making a disc of fire that I could stand on. I'd spent so long thinking about how these things worked while writing the story, so I just did what I had imagined many times already, and it worked pretty well. It was familiar and nostalgic. I held out my hands and there it was. I moved it up, down, side to side a bit before stepping onto it.

But I remembered the fuses on the fireworks just as they went off. I also wanted to follow the firework so I could watch from the inside, so I shot off after it. I'm not sure if I was flying with the flame disc or if I'd just left it hovering there. I caught up to the firework, and then it went off, and it was so cool. It wasn't so much firework-looking as just flashes of color blinding everything else out of my vision. It lasted a lot longer than a normal firework. There was a sort of pinkish orangish background haze around me, and lots of lines of colors shooting out from where my feet were. Some shimmers and sparkles, too.

When it was over, I just hovered in the air for a bit. I was a little dazed, and felt the dream destabilizing, so I tried rubbing my hands together. I've never tried that to keep a dream, so I wasn't sure how well it would work. I just then remembered a dare I'd seen for anyone. I wanted to get into those dares. The only one I could think of, which randomly popped into my head then, was to fall from a height without slowing down, or something like that. Something about hitting the ground at full speed.

The dream was a little fuzzy, but the rubbing was helping a little bit, so I darted over a bit so I would be above the sand, and not the water like I was right then, and hovered for a bit. This took a lot of mental preparation for me; falling is maybe my biggest fear, and it's that way because of a dream I had when I was little... So even though it was a dream, I still felt scared and in danger. I had my hands balled into fists, so I decided that the signal to fall would be un-clenching my hands and spreading my fingers... but the dream destabilized again and I woke up.

I found myself in my 4th grade classroom and everyone task in it were to pick up as many chocolates as possible. I manage to find a couple of good ones on a tree bark and place them in my hoodie. I then ate one that was crumbled up and was soon stop by a student. The student wanted to show me the pan of fried caramel he had. A few students including myself back up from the student holding the frying pan. I decided to place one of my fingers on to it and quickly I took it off. I then walk over to my assign seat. I notice the kids I was seating next to were having their hands to their bags waiting for the bell to go off.

I try to pack my things quickly and that is when it ranged. All the students got up and ran. I and some others decided to stack up everyone chair before leaving. I am walking in the hallway and drop my light blue pencil. I went to pick it up and notice that I had pass my 4th grade teacher. I turn around to say later, she tells me bye. I kept walking to the end of the hallway toward the double doors, wondering why she chose the word bye. I open the doors and pass a few student which made me drop my black hoodie.

I went over to pick it up and walk toward the bus stop. I began thinking it's odd that I am older and yet still I attend my 4th grade classroom. The scenario for the bus stops made me realize I am dreaming. I began walking over to a broken wooden ledge, with a huge hole to the ground. I pass over to the next wooden ledge and could hear two people arguing somewhere. I would later find out that was the television my father was watching. I enter a wooden cabin and I pick up a long nicely crafted wooden pole. Then I saw a door filled completely in a white light.

I assume this is where all the noise was coming from. I enter in it and had an FA. Lucidity Time: 23 seconds.

#395 - SSILD - 5:00AM

I somehow become lucid and have some impossible sex with my wife. At one point I am filled with something like guilt; I wasn't going to use a LD for sex. However, it is my wife and I am really enjoying it so, what the hell?

Spoiler for sex details:

I was going to leave out the details but it's odd enough to mention. First I started with making her give me a blow job. By the end of it, I was giving her oral while simultaneously having traditional sex in the missionary position. I thought how odd this was but remembered that anything can happen in a dream. I pay close attention to the feeling of her vagina on my mouth and enjoy every sensation to the fullest.

I must have enjoyed myself a little too much because, I eventually lose lucidity and find myself in something like and FA. We are in my old bedroom at my parents old place and D.N. from work has set up his office in a small section of the room. He has interrupted my love making with my wife and I scramble to find my clothes. I am pissed and embarrassed at his intrusion and have a lot to say about it. My mom shows up and I loudly tell her how the "asshole" woke me up and hour early. I go downstairs to have breakfast but my dad is being obnoxious and I leave the house.

*Memory gap*

Something about being a truck driver. I need to unload my trailer but another trucker gets in first. My memory is bad here, but this is what I think must have happened: As I wait, I become introspective and aware. I end up having what feels like a tremendously long lucid adventure in a GTA 5 world though, I remember almost nothing. Something about being invincible and all around bad-ass while I fight some gang members.

I have a pause in the action at some point. I feel energized and emotional about the epic adventure I just had. My lucidity reaches a high level now and I recall that I had a goal in mind. I wanted to meditate while in the dream state. I close my eyes and clear my mind. Suddenly I am weightless and my dream body dissolves. I become a ball and begin to spin as I bounce around in a tight cube. I say, "Ah this is just like SP sensations. It's really not that cool." I decide to see how long I can maintain meditation and go back at it. Of course, my concentration doesn't last long and I quickly have another FA. I should have anchored myself with a mantra or a sensation.

I am in some bedroom. There is a Buddhist monk sleeping in a twin bed along the wall. I am now holding a dough-ball about the size of a baseball. I tap the monk's arm wanting to tell him about my amazing lucid dream. I am still really excited about whatever the hell I did in GTA Land and, In amazement I say, "Holy hell!" The monk only stirs a bit and rolls over. I decide that it's going to take more effort to wake the monk so I feel I need to put the dough-ball down. However, I need to preserve it and not let it stick to wherever I put it. I look for some flour but only find baby powder. Close enough. I powder the dough up and set it on dresser. I realize that I am not quite sure what my dream was about. I spend some time thinking it over as I wake up.

I was with two people along with one of my old tech school teachers. We were making our way around my home town, by the train tracks. (A part of my town that I do not frequent.) The other two people in our party were students, acquaintances, but faceless, nameless and not really important to the story.

We were out on an excursion that well, the school wasn't exactly allowing but we were doing anyway. The teacher, (We'll call him Mr. A) was one of those cool teachers always up for these sort of antics. Although I can't remember exactly what we were doing. We were walking along the four of us, talking about art and graphic design. (The tech school I attended focused on these.) So, if we were going to get in trouble with the school, then at the very least, our discussion was on topic.

Somebody mentioned that the sky was getting dark and that we should probably seek shelter in a store or restaurant. Then we heard a crack of thunder and the tornado siren started. I saw a funnel cloud starting to form and everybody ran in panic.

I started running into the towns industrial park. Normally, there is a 12-foot concrete wall around it, but in the dream it had collapsed and been overgrown with weeds and shrubs. This yielded a vast warehouse (not there IWL) I ran inside. Probably not the best choice for a tornado shelter, but it didn't bother me.

I think one of my characters from my comics was in there.

I could see out of a large door, like one for an airplane hangar. A tornado had touched down but it seemed to be going perpendicular to me. Just as I thought I was safe, a mini tornado formed and began cutting through the warehouse starting at the door. Equipment and supplies fell everywhere. It seemed to be a metalworking warehouse of some kind.

For some reason it also had the feel of a children's museum to it. This had some grounds in the fact that the warehouse was used to give tours of the metalworking company and children could walk around and play with modified versions of the machinery.

I ran deeper inside where I came across a steel beam anchored into the foundation with a bunch of white pipes running up the side. I grabbed onto one. The tornado grew closer and to my surprise ripped up the pipes that now seemed to be swinging from a support beam on the ceiling, or were perhaps simply being carried in the wind. I got flung around the warehouse still hanging on. There was a machine, still running with a number of massive metal cogs left exposed. They were spinning alarmingly fast, like saw blades.

The pipe cluster I was hanging onto crashed headlong into the gears and began grinding away, pulling the pipes into the side. I looked down to see that I was high above the floor. And there was a pile of metal rebar. No, I can't jump. The gears ate away at the pipes, my only hold. I remember having to quickly pull my hand away, as it was only about an inch from the gap between the gears. I tried not to picture getting pulled inside and crushed.

As I hung there, moments from death, lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. The winds stopped and the gears ground to a halt. I floated down onto the concrete floor and looked around at what was no longer a warehouse, but rather a debris field.

I might have tried to manifest Manei or someone, something was about to go down when it ended.

Then my parents came into my room asking me if I wanted dinner.

12/30/14 non-lucid dreams:

*throughout the night I have recurring thoughts of RCs, but don't remember conducting one*

S asks if I've had any dreams. The room is dark. He keeps asking me and I finally snap that I was trying to reenter a dream to become lucid, but he's interrupted me. The dream I'm trying to reenter is me sitting at a table outside (maybe a cafe?) and I walk over to where W (a dog) pooped on the sidewalk and try to melt his poop with invisible energy from my hand. Before accomplishing this I "wake" up to S asking me if I've had any dreams.

Earlier...S and I are driving around looking for Publix. I have a hard time remembering/finding where it is. For some reason I pass up a lot of good parking spaces for one that isn't as good as the others. We are going to pay for things with a giant bag of fertilizer. I get the impression this is vaguely illegal and dangerous. When we get out of the car two men ask if they can have some of the fertilizer and we tell them no. We walk up to a building with our bag and enter. It looks like a shabby mom and pop bookstore, but it's actually a library/museum. There is an audio recording playing of someone talking about history. I tell S we should go. Someone (or is it a something - automaton?) implores me to stay and visit. I end up saying I don't like to listen (meaning I'm bad at absorbing info aurally). We leave and I think we then get groceries at Publix. It's for a Boxing Day party at work (totally don't celebrate this lol!). I see the director as I come out and tell hello and that I'll see her at the work party. She corrects me and says she'll see me ___ (sometime after the party since she won't be here).

So I am (was?) dryspelled for a very long time, so I felt like it would help me if I wrote this Lucid Dream down, even though it hasn't got that much interest to it.

Lucidity: 6/10
Control: 6/10
Vivacity: 7/10

I'm lucid on... a rooftop? I'm not exactly sure where I am, but there is a clear view of the sky, obscured only at my right by a fir forest. I remember that I want to try to dreamshare again.
Alright but first...
I want to try a new fighting dream control technique. Rather, I want to test out a though that I have: that visualizations and reveries are much more similar to a dream than I used to think. This would mean that we can get similar benefits with daydreaming/vivid visualizations as with dreams. Which, now that I think about it, is called hypnosis . I practiced the dream control technique that I'm about to try with almost just visualizations (focused on the sensations), so if I'm able to recreate it in a dream, it would mean that my "theory" is right.
LOL I know this makes no sense at all put like that... it's hard to explain in a way that would make sense so just consider it given
Anyways. I'm standing on this rooftop (?) and I focus on a "sensation of energy" in my right arm. I also focus on the same sensation in the air around my hand. As when I do it in real life, I have a lot of trouble creating and maintaining both sensations simultaneously, it takes me a lot of time. I let the sensations die out.
This is taking too much time to be useful in a fight.
I remember a time control technique that I saw in fate/zero (it's an anime ).
I mentally recite the usual words with a thick, unwanted and fake Japanese accent.
Time alter... triple axel!
I sort of feel time slowing down around me, and I focus on the sensations again. When I get a good hold of them both, I rush them towards each other and they bounce back, creating a ball of "electricity". Satisfied, I relax my hand and let the ball die.
Oh, right. Dreamsharing!
... I don't remember anything after that. I think I lost my lucidity.

Julia's walking with this teenage girl, maybe ten years younger than Julia. They're talking about concepts of 'home,' and the girl's first association is the one night she spent on the couch in Julia and Jamie's apartment. This bothers Julia a lot. The girl says something about her parents who'd died when she was young, and mimes a salute - her father had been a soldier. Julia hadn't known that before - she wonders if that was part of why the kid sort of latched onto Jamie as a father figure, and part of her reaction to his death. Disembodied, at that reference to how Jamie's death stirred up the kid's old issues, I'm thinking about how Julia's managed to bring me back from the dead just to give me something new to feel guilty about. The tone of the thought is fond, though.

A couple brief images of Jamie and the kid like snapshots - I'm in Jamie's POV. She'd been part of this group of kids I was working with, and she intimidated most of the people around her, generally angry at the world. She reminded me of somebody.