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I presented an excerpt from this dream three days ago in the Task of The Month for March 2014 thread, which, if you're in the right month, you'll notice has won me my luxurious wings. (Though I don't plan on letting a month go by without completing at least one task-of-the-month from now on, so you should probably be seeing wings above my avatar regardless. ) But now, I've gotten around to posting the story of the entire dream from that night, starting from when I turned lucid.

I was in my bedroom. I've noticed that this is a recurring pattern - a lot of my lucid dreams are either triggered when I'm my dream bedroom or I'm immediately transported to my bedroom in the dream after becoming lucid. I never see my body in the bed; but then, I don't look there much. I also have a higher tendency to become lucid in areas in relative proximity to my bedroom and/or my apartment in general, which I suppose makes sense, with me performing reality checks in places I know in real life and spending most of my time and going to bed in my bedroom in general.

Also, most of the time when I become lucid in my bedroom, that bedroom is dark. Either lights-off-and-curtains-drawn-in-the daytime dark, lights-off-and-curtains-drawn-in-the-evening/twilight dark or lights-on-but-fairly-dim dark. In this dream, it was the former of these cases. I didn't bother to turn the lights on.

Side note: Another thing that I've noticed in my lucid dreams - the proper ones that are clear, fairly long and provide me with some degree of control - is that, without me directly thinking about it, my course of action in the given lucid dream will follow the sort of course of action I was thinking about and wanted to undertake that time before I went to sleep. Before 'Flight of the Oneironaut' (a previous dream journal entry of mine), I wanted to have a lucid dream where I explored different dream scenes and did cool things, in contrast to the lucid dream I'd previously had, where I felt that I hadn't done enough. And this is just what ended up happening. I suppose autosuggestion and dream incubation really are important in terms of thinking about how the dream will go!

Before this dream, I instead wanted to spend a long time in one dream scene, not going anywhere and instead just focusing on the lucid dream, working on making the scene as vivid as possible, entering as high a state of consciousness as possible, experimenting with the senses and just taking it all in. However, I also really wanted to complete a task-of-the-month before March 2014 was over. And that's just the course of action I took in this dream.

I looked around and in front of me, mainly to the left side of my room. I looked at the shelves of books that are present above the drawer in my real bedroom and that are the most detail-filled part of my room, hence my wanting to explore it. Another thing that I've noticed in the lucid dreams wherein I'm in my bedroom is that my bedroom is (probably) never actually structured just like my real bedroom and doesn't have the same things in it; but I never notice this until the dream is over. Looking over the books piled up on a low shelf, where my stacks of school notebooks and textbooks should have been instead (my literary works are on the shelf above), I noticed a series of books with imagery focused on blood and bone that were supposedly very grim, warlike and for mature audiences. I remembered that my father had gotten this series for me when I was quite young and the material was clearly too mature for me to handle at that age and that it was fortunate that I had never read that material.

My father had never actually bought me this particular series of books. This was not a literary series that existed in this world; it was a made-up concept by my subconscious. But, despite me being fairly conscious in this lucid dream, that is not something I realised until after I woke up. The dream provided me with false memories. In fact, the idea of this series was based on the fact that my father did provide me with books that were long and mature for my age when I was younger - just not that particular series. I read Ender's Game when I was eleven years old and a giant tome titled 'The Chronicles of Amber' sits upon my second-to-top shelf, untouched for years. This was probably a combination of the two concepts.

I looked around. I touched my surroundings. I touched the wall/closet and tried as well as I could to see what it felt like. The sensation felt quite real. Actually, I spent a lot of time in this dream touching my surroundings, though I don't write about it as thoroughly here. I was really focused on taking in the dream scene and making it as vivid as possible.

And for most of my time in my dream bedroom here, it looked very clear. The visuals looked as clear as real life when I have my glasses on. A bit later, I noticed that the scene was getting a bit less clear - not really blurry but instead about as clear as real life when I don't have my glasses on. So I did my best to ramp the vividness back up.

Then I thought of experimenting with some other senses. I instinctively turned to the air conditioner and tried to see if this would work. I wanted to change the temperature I felt in the dream. So I shouted at my subconscious, as well as I could, "Make the air cool!" Or something along those lines. I heard the air conditioner start working. At first, I didn't feel anything. I moved toward it and stretched my arms out. In a few seconds, I felt a mild rush of coolness touch my hands from that direction. But it wasn't perfect. So I shouted again. "MAKE THE AIR COOL!"

And surely, this time, the dream fully obeyed. The air suddenly felt cool from all directions. It felt. I felt. Genuinely cold. The sensation of cold. Even though my sleeping body wasn't undergoing any external circumstances causing it to be cold, I felt cold. That's the first time I've experimented with that sense in a lucid dream and it was... Well, what can I say? It was pretty cool.

Another thing I wanted to do before this lucid dream was to talk to/meet my subconscious in the form of a dream character (preferably a mirror image of myself). So I tried to go further with commanding my subconscious and shouted, "I want to talk to my subconscious!" Then I turned around to see if there was anyone there. There wasn't. So I turned back and tried again. "I WANT TO TALK TO MY SUBCONSCIOUS!" I turned around. There was still no-one. Nor had I gotten a reply of any kind. I suppose I wasn't well enough into my lucid dreaming yet. Though maybe if I'd persisted further...

After spending some time in my bedroom, I realised that I should do a Task of The Month. So I should get out of my bedroom and go somewhere where there are dream characters. Actually, I'd remembered my objective to do a Task of The Month before that, not long after I became lucid, but I kept putting it off. Yet, at some moment, I said to myself, 'Hey! You've got to do this soon! You don't want to wake up and not have done your lucid task in time, don't you?' So I changed locations. I actually don't remember what the original location that I saw in front of me then was, nor did I will or notice the transition as it happened. But soon into that, I was climbing a tree. As I was climbing it, I focused on how it felt - whether or not it really felt like a tree - and on how it looked and reminded myself that it was a dream and thought of the fact that doing certain things in a lucid dream can boost your consequent ability and/or self-confidence in waking life; and then I wondered about whether or not I was actually making myself more confident or physically capable or anything in waking life by climbing this tree.

When I finished climbing this tree, I stepped on a solid platform. I was in an elevator. One that was going down, I think. Standing in front of me, in the elevator, I saw a gang of thugs. At first it may have been one or two but then it became three. At least one of them was masked and armed and they were threatening my life. Confident in my dream control abilities, I tried to punch one but found that, as was often the case, it wasn't easy moving my body quickly and powerfully in the dream. So I decided to stop focusing on thrashing them through physical force and just imagine that they would die. I had a psychic power that could and would kill them without me needing to move a finger. As my hand was already in motion towards one, I used my fingers to dent his skull and take him through the head. Then I imagined the other two just getting holes in their heads and dropping to the ground. It worked. Everyone dropped to the ground but, as I had a little nib of doubt that I had been able to defeat them that easily, I looked down to the ground and saw one or two of their bodies, in suspended animation, partially projecting and jerking through the elevator floor. It looked extremely video-game-glitch-ish.

I tried to force them all the way down. Then I decided to ignore them. Remembering that I had a lucid task to complete, I decided to get out of the elevator. I escaped through an opening in the walls. It just sort of wound up existing there and it wasn't physically big enough for me to normally fit through it; but I was able to squeeze through with the power of dream control. As I was doing so, I thought of finding a character on the other side of the opening upon whom I could perform Basic Task ii - St. Patrick's Day: Pinch a DC who isn't wearing green. Report his or her reaction. On the other side, there was a well-lit room and I saw a sort of old-looking woman. She was dressed in pink. Nothing too colourful; just a plainly pink shirt and long skirt. She certainly wasn't wearing anything green, so she was the perfect candidate for this lucid task. I ran up to her, got close, hoping that she wouldn't move away, and pinched her in the arm. In response, she simply looked up at me and coldly said, "I don't feel comfortable with you doing that." 'Boy, who knew my dream characters were so chillingly uptight,' I thought? I may have expected her to run away or be angry or ask why I had done that; but this result felt exceedingly unsettling.

I apologised awkwardly to the woman and somehow ended up having dinner with her family - her, her husband and their teenage daughter. I hadn't tasted any of the food and decided to leave the dream scene, as I was no longer getting anything out of it. (If only I'd remembered Basic Task i - Middle Name Pride Day: Ask a DC what his or her middle name is... and that I could have done it on those same people as well...) I got up and went to walk my way to another scene. However, at that moment, my alarm woke me up.

I heard the sound of the alarm going off a moment before the dream ended and I opened my eyes. With the speed and immediacy at which I normally did so, I jumped out of bed and shut it off. Then I made sure to muster as much dream recall as possible and got ready to take on my day at school.

Finally, another obe. Seems like it has been so long since my last. My intentions were definately there that night. I remember sleeping for 4 hours and waking up around 2:30 in the morning. I really wanted to talk to my wifes deceased mom and give my wife comfort that she is okay. Anyways, I began with drinking some very strong tea, as I usually do to combat falling asleep right away. I layed down in the dark, relaxed and made each body part heavy and practiced open eye meditation for what seemed to go on for about 30 minutes. Twice during this dession I was JOLTED with goosebumps by something popping out of my peripheral vision, not sure if it was the low light from a street light turning off or what but it definately startled me. Soon after I could feel a small wave of vibrations starting at my head and working their way to my feet. I felt completely energized. I then closed my eyes and began focused breathing and visualization. At first I visualized a senario, then I remember it turning so vivid as if I were there. This must have been around 4:30 or so and I fell asleep. Within an hour or so I would say my obe began. I was in my room by my dresser. Our tv and my wifes butsudan (wife is Japanese and this is a wood alter that her moms ashes are in and where we pray and burn incense) sit on top of it and I was sitting in a swivel chair there which doesn't exist. I remember the sounds kicking in which turned into my whole body vibrating. Somehow the chair swiveled around one time and I popped out of my body. I was floating down the hall and my intentions were there, to go to Japan and talk to her mom, Mitsuko-san. I floated through the wall and when I could see again it seemed almost like I was in a barren void floating in a direction. The sensations of floating were all of 200% there and then some. Maybe I focused on my body too much and I went back into dream mode. I woke up feeling drained and decided to give up for the night. After falling back to sleep I then went on to having a LD for a brief moment and woke up the next morning. I told my wife how close i got bexause she knows what my intentions are. She followed up by telling me that she couldn't sleep because around 5:30 in the morning something happened in the room. She said (describing in her best Japanese way) that she could feel somethingin the room. She said it felt like a very low earthquake like vibration above her. This was very strange and I wonder if it has something to do with me going into vibrations before floating out of my body. The other strange thing is that when I started to think about the direction I floated out of the house, after looking at a atlas with my wife, it was ALMOST the exact direction that her hometown would be from us in Minnesota. I used longitudina l lines to compair this. And the more I started to think about this, bwfore I awoke from my obe, the void I was in seemed like me floating above the ocean and it was dark because there are no lights. Was I traveling to Shizuoka, Japan? I think so. What are your guys thoughts on this? I know that if I want to talk to her that I can probably just think of her instead of traveling to Japan to see her. Lol. I'm still learning about my limitless possibilities. Anyhow, comments are welcome and are my intentions right? Thanks in advance, Shawn... peace

03/29/14 A whole night of lucidity, at least it seemed that way. I had trouble sleeping until about 4 hours into the night. After that I was lucid on and off for about 5 hours. I was very lazy about commiting anything to recall. I just was having all sorts of fun, and my level of control was crazy. Everythig responded to my desires at about the speed of thought. I thought about trying to commit the events into waking memory, but decided not to bother. I know I changed a lot of DCs into other DCs and at one point turned the ground to lava (or melted velveta, lol).
The only aspect I cared to pay much attention to was being fully lucid and shifting sleep phases, so that the only visuals were a feild of sky blue. I just accepted that and went about kind of daydreaming for awhile until visuals were possible again.

#301 - DILD - 8:29AM

The alarm goes off at 8 and I realize I have had a fair amount of non lucid dreams. My wife gets up to shower and I does back off.

I am looking at my garden and am surprised that my radishes and snow peas have grown so much. It all looks like a dense bush of vegetation. I look around and see that my garden is in the middle of a pasture. I have a large blue Chevy 4x4 truck with off road tires next to me. I get in and do a little mudding.

When I stop, I look at the sky and see a tornado forming in the distance. Having no fear, I take my phone out and do a Snapchat video. I say, "Ooooh a tornado... OH SHIT!" I realize the tornado is doing massive damage on the ground. Worst of all, it heading my direction. Power lines are sparking and trees are being ripped out of the ground. I quickly save the video and run to the truck. When I look again the tornado has turned and passed.

I look at another less stormy part of the sky and see a bright daytime meteorite streaking past leaving a smoke trail. As I stare at it, it splits into three parts. I see a young preteen boy and girl wandering the field and I drive over to them. We have some dialogue and I give them a ride.

As we are driving, I tell them all about the tornado, my snapchatting and the meteorite. I say, "Two really amazing things happened to me today." I begin to wonder at the odds of this happening and notice that I the truck is not driving on a rode anymore. We are flying over a foggy lake with mountains in the distance. This triggers lucidity.

Even-though the view is amazing the dream goes dark and I feel that I am waking. This time I refuse to wake up and keep my eyes closes. I reach and grab and focus on seeing images. Some strong HI forms. For an instant I am in the clouds. Then I see a ring of brown M&M's in front of me. I reach for it. Now I am in an empty commercial airplane with purple seats. I play leap frog over each one until I face plant.

Now I am standing in some office building. The dream is stable but I can still hear the box fan. I do my best to ignore it and continue on. I remember that my goal this time was to be taken in a tornado. I realize I missed my chance and desperately look for a way outside. I make my way through amaze of rooms. At one point I come to a dead end and use TK to cleanly split open a yellow wall only to find a red wall behind it. I open several walls at a high speed until it looks like elevator doors opening. I suddenly enter void and stop for a second. My vision clears and I think that I must have gone too fast for the dream and sometimes slow is better. I turn left down a hallway and enter an office at the end. There is a man in a suit sitting in a desk. I ask him where the exit is. He points to a open door. When I get near it is half the size it should be. I stoop down and kick out a window only to enter another hallway. I down down a bit and find a door. This time I focus on it leading outside. There is only white void. I back out, close the door, and slowly try again. White void. The third time did it but I find myself in a familiar looking bathroom that ends with a tub and shower. I am completely frustrated now and my emotion carries out of the dream.

#300 - DILD - 6:22AM

I find myself wandering in an office. Something triggers lucidity. There is an extremely attractive brunette that looks a lot like my wife. I make out with her and have a fair amount of sexy time with her. I'll spare you the details.

I am fooled by a FA and realize I have been pelvic thrusting in my sleep. I worry that I woke my wife and I turn over to look. She is on her phone and is excited she got an email from her boss. Something about her being back in town and now she can get migraine meds from her. I try to guess the name of it. Adrafinil? Modafinil? Melatonin? She laughs and says something about those being drugs from my world.

#299 - DILD - 5:28

I am laying bed messaging Wurlman on my laptop. A random video of my talking pops up on screen and think its delayed because I just said this a few minutes ago. I am not sure how I set this up or what program I am using. I have a hard time telling what I am typing but the computer suddenly reboots. I text something to Wurlman on my phone. When the computer starts back up it is some hacked version of Windows. There is something like Japanese words and speech then some dubstep music interwoven with some meditation music. The effect is enjoyable. I opening something on laptop but the screen wont say up and when it closes it reboots and I have to watch the Japanese boot screen again. As I wait in-between reboots I look and see the bedroom door is open. A young version of my nephew Grant comes in the room and stares at me. I say hi but he just stares at me. I think something is wrong about his appearance. I see my sister and mom talking and am a little annoyed that my family is just walking in my house. As I mess with the laptop screen, I notice the screen is also pliable and wavy like paper. I try to text Wurlman again but my phone is now off. Frustrated, I turn it on and wait for it to boot up. I take a moment and close my eyes and think.

Suddenly, it dawns on me that I must be dreaming. I say it out loud believing it as I get up and wander into the living room. It's now dark and I have a hard time seeing. At one point I feel like I have my eyes physically wide open. I see some strange light lines on the floor but dismiss it as my physical eyes seeing something. I let it go and head outside.

The storm door hits something and I see a crazy wolf-man trying to get at me. I have no emotion about this and calmly step around him. He becomes interested in something on the porch and starts pawing and sniffing at it. Halfway into my front yard, I turn to look and he hasn't noticed me. I turn to the street and see two bicycles. One red and one black.

I hop on the black one and petal down the street. I see that light again on my shirt out of my bottom vision. I reach up and assuming it was my phone from earlier. Still confused that it might be a waking life image, I grab it thinking I am moving my physical body, and put the phone beside me. I still see a glow and have to move the phone behind me. All the while I feel a sense of duality. One version of me in bed and the other pedaling along on a bike. This seems to be too much and the dream goes completely dark now.

I continue on my bike still very much attached to physical sensation. After a moment my vision completely clears and I find myself on a new street in my neighborhood. As I ride along I notice the bike chain keeps hanging in a certain spot and it's slightly annoying. I see some other bikers up ahead and I try to go at a super speed to meet them but it doesn't work. Some of the cyclist turn off and when I get to the intersection there are multiple bicycles hanging like in a store but I can't see the racks. A woman passes by on the other side and I swoop under the bikes to meet her.

I become distracted by an older, yet attractive woman standing in the street examining a flowing bush. On a mischievous whim, I mess with her by touching her inner thigh and poking a finger into her butt. She's clothed in a pair of jeans and blouse and totally ignores me and has no reaction to what I am doing.

#298 - DILD - 4:20AM & 4:22AM

I had another good run with G and Menthol. 5 in a morning isn't bad at all, but the first LD was an immediate awakening so I'll only be counting 4. Still it was a whole lot of dreaming with multiple NLD's as well.

Someone from work is giving me a ride home. We talk about the house I live in (does not match waking life). We pass the house and have to turn around. I tell her there are two houses she could stop at but she chooses the first one. I get out of the car and feel funny. Actually, dizzy and sick (reflects wbtb). I wonder if the galantamine made me sick this time, but I think there's no way. I start wondering how long it has even been since I took it. I realize I must be dreaming but the dream crashes right away and I wake up.

I am a little confused looking at the time of DJ entry on my device. It seems that I either entered two dreams after a single awakening or I hit the next LD really quickly. Its also possible I opened the next entry right after I typed the first, giving it an incorrect time stamp. Surely, the next LD was longer than 2 minutes. Hmm.

I fail my WILD and have an FA. I hear the alarm go off. My wife jumps up and turns the alarm off. I see this around 2:30 in the morning. She says she's going to work at 3AM. This takes me by surprise and I know this has to be total BS. I become overly angry and we have a huge argument. I say some rude things that aren't worth mentioning.

I hear our son crying and suppose someone needs to check on him. As I start to get up, I hear thunder and strong wind outside. I look out the window and see all the siding has been ripped off the neighbor's house. I sit up a little more and see part of a tree branch has busted our storm window but hasn't penetrated the inner window. I say something about how I am surprised we never woke up from the noise. I tell my wife that I must be dreaming, but don't follow the thought through.

I decide to get up and take a look outside. When I get to the living room, I see several windows have busted. There is water and tree debris on the floor. I can' t understand how we slept through all of this so I do a quick nose plug. I become lucid when I blow through. I do a subtle dismissal gesture with my hand and step out of the destroyed living room into a restored version closer to waking life.

I see a small child about the age and size of my son running around. The only light in the room is coming from the TV. I play with the child some, but quickly realize it's not my son. I turn away and see some black and white mvoie on the screen. I remember my TV teleport goal.

I begin by pushing both hands into the screen. When both hands are to mid-forearm, I put my head in, and make a swimming motion to pull the rest of myself in. I become surrounded in a white void. I wait a moment, willing an image to form. When nothing happens, I back out for fear of crashing the dream. As I do, I keep a strong image of the living room in my mind.

I land on my back and stand up noting the feel of the hardwood on my hands. The child walks to me and I get an idea. I pick her up and decide to teleport her into the TV. I put both her feet in much the same way I did with my hands, then shove her all the way in.

The TV shows something like a commercial. The child is standing in the middle of a man and woman and holding both their hands. It's a close face shot of the child so I never see the faces of the other two dream characters. I notice she now has an old fashioned bonnet on that I find amusing. I wave at her and when she notices me, she begins crying. I feel bad so I quickly reach in and take her out. I briefly consider using this as a method of summoning in the future. When I set the child down again, she coos and laughs, looking content once again.

I had this non-lucid nightmare a few days ago, but it was so vivid and detailed I thought it was worth an entry.

The whole dream was dark, like it was night. I was walking down a street in my town, it was quite crowded, and I noticed some of the people were dressed in a strange way. Something that really caught my attention was this really big man lying on the floor, his body was deformed. I went past him feeling a mixture of disgust and shame.

A while afterwards I went back to that street walking in the opposite direction, I don't remember where I was coming from. The big man was still there and I noticed another guy, not as big as him but with an equally deformed body, lying near him. Again I went past them, only to find the whole street was full of people dressed up as any kind of scary creatures. I thought that must have been some kind of event, but still I was scared some of them would chase me.

At some point I turned to the right, trying to get away from that crazy atmosphere. To my surprise, that street was completely empty and, quite strangely, it was darker than the other. I could barely see where my feet stepped and I was asking myself why on Earth would all the lights be turned off in such a gloomy street.

All of a sudden, I noticed someone was walking after me, just a few metres away. I decided not to worry about this and instead, make sure I didn't trip into anything or anyone walking in the opposite direction. In order to do this, I let out a scream every now and then or just said words, anything to make myself noticeable. I had the feeling there was a bike coming towards me, so I made louder noises to let the rider know where I was. The bike went past just a few centimetres away from me.

Then, I had the urge to look down to my feet and saw a tube which was well over 30 cm in diametre, and I saw it just in time to not stumble upon it. At this point I noticed I couldn't open my eyes. My eyelids felt really heavy and it was like they were glued shut. I thought this was really strange and there had to be a way I could open them. I even tried it with my hands without success.

The dream finished shortly afterwards, once I was getting suspicious about everything that was going on. I guess I would've become lucid if it had gone on for a bit longer.

Yesterday I saw the movie The Fall and in my dreams I think I relived it. I was either describing the movie to myself and trying to remember the things that happened or I was really reliving it. It's a pretty cool movie, if you ever read this, you should definitely go watch it.

Date: 3/30/2014 (Sat)
Total sleep: 7.5 hours
Daytime Techniques: RCs, visualization, Text Search
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, visualization
Recall Techniques: Mantras
Fell Asleep: 11:15 pm
Dream 1 Title: Fragment
Dream 1: I was having a work related conversation with an African American woman.
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 2
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 2
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = ?
Emotions: None
Dream Signs: None
Notes: This has been a bad weekend for dream recall. I have just been too exhausted. I got my new alarm clock yesterday. I managed to add a red filter to the display to greatly reduce the brightness. This helps me when I look at the clock in the middle of the night. Tomorrow I will be waking up to light and nature sounds. Hopefully that will help with dream recall.
Text Search Experiment: (Day 7) I paid close attention to text all day yesterday.

I'm hungry and I'm going to my old university kanteen. I meet a guy from secondary school. He told me that my professor finally corrected the homeworks and I'm a bit scared as I didn't apply so much lately.
I see the prof going to the school, but he lost all the papers with our essays. They are on the floor.
I take them and start to look for mine.
There are weird marks on each composition. Usually he puts a number from 2 to 10, now I see just high numbers, something like 2434,56...
I found my essay, he didn't find so much mistakes, but he didn't like my way to write and he wrote I'm too direct and I need to mediate my thoughts before writing them.
I'm upset and I keep walking towards the kanteen.
I got there and I met an old man I worked with in the past. He tells me that the kanteen is for poor people now, and I see there are some kids with their faces totally burnt. I feel sad for them and I decided to help in the kitchen.
But the man reaches me in the kitchen. He is totally naked. I remember someone told me that today is the day of the naked men , so I'm not surprised and I keep cutting pieces of pizza. But the old man approaches me to see how I'm working and this makes me nervous. I dissimulate and I start to joke him telling to wear an apron because his nudity can bother the kids and anyway he cannot compete with at all about length!!

sleepyyy

This one was lucid but Imma be relatively brief writing it out 'cause first of all it was long as crap and secondly it was sort of
... off.

But y'know I did get SOME things done so let's see here.

Lucid #6 - Various Dream Powers Aw Yee
The whole dream was centered in 1319 but with a great deal of frickin' random, off-the-wall weirdness and so many different things happening so quickly that it was just incredibly difficult to keep track. For example, there was

- a segment about my brother and I back when we were young/living in 1319/being homeschooled
- a segment where a few others and I were fighting something that could totally bean us with these green spiky projectiles that we had to throw back, and our best hope was the white-haired girl with the tweezers who could pick them up before they exploded
- a short bit afterward where I had to fix the swollen lumps that I'd gotten from a couple projectile blows (and it was super icky, don't ask)
- a segment where I and some others encountered a sort of tribe living in a nearby 1319 house
- a segment where we were shipping pizzas "downstream" but there was no stream
- a segment where an anthropomorphic cat was trying to do the right thing but just ended up getting totally screwed over but continued to cling to her hopefulness (had to do with the tribe as well)
- something about me having some nasty, jaded little comrade, and for some reason we were quite close by necessity,

and then I guess I finally got lucid. Not that weird stuff stopped happening, because weird stuff continued to happen almost immediately.

I was standing on the 1319 back porch at night, and there'd been snow recently. It looked pretty great. I once again had the realization that I was dreaming, though there didn't seem to be any conscious rationalization involved. It was like, once even the flicker of "I could be dreaming" appeared in my head, it slid naturally into place because it made perfect sense. Also things were, once again, a bit fuzzy and dark and "dreamish".

So I went down the stairs and crossed the alley to the houses back there so I could fly up onto one. As I did that I had the stupidest spontaneous thought I've probably ever had in my life, which was something like "Demons, help me fly", and I noticed that my flaps (because I always fly by using my arms as wings) were now more powerful. This lasted about three flaps and fifteen feet, and then there was a green flash and I was boosted another five feet, and it felt like I hit my head on something. Strange. I had by this time grown fully uncomfortable with my earlier train of thought, and proceeded to fly the rest of the way "myself". >:U

So then I was on a snow-covered roof just kinda chillin', not sure what to do. Kept heading in that direction with a (maybe false) memory of how the street in that direction would look, and stumbled upon a parade with a literally larger-than-life Beyonce as the main performer AND the person the parade was for. So I guess it was sort of a moving Beyonce concert. There were colorful shops and junk to either side of the street, plenty of neon lights creating a festive air. Woo.

I remembered one of my dream power intentions, walked up behind a dude in the parade, stuck two fingers into his mind and convinced him I was an opponent. At this point either a second version of him jumped out from in front of him or from inside him or maybe it was just some dude who'd been directly in front of him and looked a lot like him who'd accidentally got my transmission. Either way he whirled to face me and pulled out a black handgun, and I had a good time wrestling it from him before (I think) shooting him with it and then immediately losing track of it. Nobody around us paid the slightest attention.

Beyonce had by this time managed to climb up onto the glass display of a nearby open-air sort of shop selling baked goods (with, I noted, a fairly liberal amount of dead bugs around them, as though the shop had had to fix an infestation), and I had decided to try my two-finger mind-control technique again (or idk it needs a FAR better name). I walked up to a dude who was sort of off to the side staring longingly at her from a distance, stuck two fingers in his mind, and told him he was in love with her. He immediately moved forward, climbed up onto the display case, and started making out with her. She was cool with it. It was like it was all part of the show.

Not sure what happened then. I DO recall at one point thinking that my lucid dreams last pretty long (a guy in the Skype Dream Views chat was hearing about another lucid I'd had and said 10 minutes was a pretty good length for a lucid and some part of my brain was like "OH YEAH WELL I'll show you grrrr" or whatever), or that I stay lucid pretty long. I even looked over at my bedside clock for confirmation (in the dream) and saw that it was 5:something AM, which apparently meant that an hour had passed since I'd become lucid, which I'm pretty sure meant that I definitively have no ability to track time in a dream. Bummer.

Then there was a bit where I crawled through a bunch of objects. I wanted to get back to the 1319 house and apparently the best way to do that was by going through a junk-filled tunnel that would open out back onto the alley. It being filled with junk, though, I decided to try phasing through it.

At this point, as though to distance myself from the discomfort of crawling along blind through a bunch of objects (I was ghosting through 'em but still) with the uncomfortable though that a random can might get lodged in my kidney, I switched to a sort of third person perspective. It was almost like the sequence wasn't really happening because I seemed to just be sort of imagining and narrating it. But it was, because next thing I'd phased through basically half a house and was back on the outside, in the alley. Neato.

Think I lost some lucidity; then there was more stuff about my small, unwholesome companion, and then some stuff about super cute kids, and then I woke up. Like seriously I can't be bothered to try to write this all out, especially since my mindset during the whole dream was sort of off and strange and not all there. So oh well. 8>

On her facebook, it said sleep with and it said my name and. Then i remember being on this computer and I heard my family laughing, they called me and then i went to see what was up, they were all laughing at the TV while drawing mustaches on the characters on tv, it was actually pretty funny, I remember it vividly
All my dreams mostly take place during night time, I should do most of my ADA and RCs there.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I am playing some kind of game, following leads, finding clues, to unravel some mistery. I'm alone but competing with other teams. The last lead brought me to this hexagonal atrium, with scupltures in wall niches, decorations on the walls,
and the clues I have is "9" and "ice". I look around to find anything that relates to these clues. I see a stone roman nine on a wall and what seems like and ice cristal. I press them, hoping to open some door or something, but nothing happens.
Then a couple of other teams appear and they have different clues, but they also follow my logic and start pressing others numbers and symbols. Nothing happens.
Then I have the feeling I have been here before and this hasn't worked, so I reason that the answer is cooperation. We all found clues and together they form a password. I suggest this to the others, only a couple of blond girls thinks I am probably right, the others think I just want to still their clues. But after a while of everyone trying their own ideas with no sucess, they consider trying my idea. We try different combinations and I say them out loud. When I pronounce the right one, my voice sounds like a thunderous angel's voice. It shakes the fabric of the universe, it shatters the place we were then. And I find myself in this ohter place, strangely looking like a diner or cafeteria in the 60's. I look around, trying to figure out what's this about and I see my grandparents, younger than I've ever met them. I stare at them and my grandmother looks at me with a frown, like "what are you staring at?". I have the feeling this was the moment when I chose my family, before my parents had even met. When I feel this certainty within me, I then feel like I'm transported to heaven's waiting room, where I am pampered and all my needs attended by incredibly polite waiters. I sit at a bar and I am served nice cocktail drinks I don't even ask for. They also ask me what I want to eat and they offer me seafood, which I reject and ask for something vegetarian instead. But they tell me all the "animal-like" food they have in this place does not come from real animals. No living animal was actually killed, this food is materialized as it is. I still don't think it feels right and I don't eat it. Then a boy sits by my side and starts flirting with me. Says he is a huge fan, I soon realize he is more than that. He is becoming annoying, so I tell him politely that I'm not interested, but he makes a scene, throwing dishes with food on the floor, on his chair, all over me. The nice waiters come immediately to help me, they clean up everything and about my dirty clothes, I understand I just need to imagine a new set of freshc clothes and they instantly replace the dirty ones. He is kicked out from this place. But eventually I decide to get outside of this "waiting room". I go fly a bit over a forest outside, but soon I am shot from the middle of the trees. It fails to hit me, but then more shots follow and I have trouble avoiding them. I fly away to a nearby city, but all the people there look alike and they all turn to me and try to hit me. They don't have guns, but they throw anything else at me. At first I just dodge, but after a while I'm getting sick of it and start catching and throwing back. And I don't fail and they fall and I weaken him/them.
Then the time comes... In the middle of the chaos, appears like a nursing room and symbols of my childhood to come. I see a box with toys and the barbie doll ballerina that I will have and hold in my memory 'till this day.
Then the dolls become real women experiencing sexual ecstasy and I am being pulled into a vortex. As they reach orgasm simultaneously, I also experience an orgasm and as my body spasms, I wake up.

March 29 2014

I am talking to my mom, in my room. I am standing with my legs
Even tough i cant walk in RL. I forgot what i was talking about with my
Mom. I kinda noticed that i could walk (not lucid yet). Then i looked at my hands but i just ingnored them. i look my hands again, i notice my fingers were changing every damn time. Then i went lucid, the dream is a little blurry. I just glare at my mom and walk out of the house. i shouted "increase lucidity" a few times then it was completly clear. Outside at the garden i noticed that there was a fountain instead of a dead tree. Then i walked to the road and looked around. in front of me there was a red house, there were a few cars on the road. I walked down the road and pointed my hand at a car then expected it to flip, it didnt flip tough. I ingnored the car. Suddenly i heard a shout. Someone: BEHIND YOU!!!! me: * looks behind* . Two kids were running, A BIG GODDAMN BLACK DOG was running at me. I looked at the side of the road, and i run fast and jumped in the air and i falled down and woke up.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
feelings- happy, joyful, scared
reality checks- looking at hands

this lucid dream came to me when i least expected it