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((I'd advise not looking this up if you don't want sort of Season 3/4 Spoilers! I thought I would post this as an example of the kinds of panic-ridden dreams I have on a semi-regular basis; I had never had a nightmare that felt as vivid as this, though I never became lucid.))

21st June 2014:

Tonight's dream was particularly unpleasant. I am writing this a lot later than when it actually happened, but I still remember the basics. In this dream I was Reek, from Game of Thrones, not Theon, but Reek. Luckily, though, I still had my manhood. For some reason, Ramsay Snow had taken me to a museum, a huge, grand place, with beige marble steps leading to its glorious entrance; inside were high domed ceilings, and esteemed works of art; everything was the same marbled beige, with a hint of orange; it was a very regal colour, I thought. I was led along by Ramsay by a chain on my neck, and once the brief tour was concluded, which I actually saw little of in the dream, I was thanked for my obedience, and Ramsay said that there would be a reward for me when I got back, to which I replied "Thank you, master." meekly. As we went outside back onto the cliff, which somehow floated in the air like something out of Avatar (yet it had none of the lush vegetation, only short green grass and steep, grey, rocky sides that formed a point beneath the landmass, like a floating pinnacle), I realised that a rescue attempt had been staged by Brienne of Tarth, Asha Greyjoy and what appeared to be an identical twin of Theon. I don't recall what happened to Brienne or Asha, but I know that the clone of Theon was knocked off the cliff (by an arrow to the chest, I think), which he fell from wordlessly, and I did not see him again. I knew I could not allow myself to show my dismay to Ramsay, or he might think me disloyal, so we continued back to where we were intending to go; I don't know how we got off the floating cliff, though.

In the next scene, I was sitting hunched up beneath in a tight corridor surrounded by mesh fences; the floors were made of a rough, splintery looking wood, and behind the mesh fences there didn't seem to be anything, so I can only assume that they were spacious holding cells, or maybe they were just there to make the corridor uncomfortably narrow. Set into this corridor was a huge iron door, locked and bolted, but I think I could hear screams coming from inside. Ramsay spoke to me threateningly about my "reward", his sadistic half-smile on his face. I insisted pathetically that I was loyal and that he promised he wouldn't hurt me, but I knew then that I had been wrong. I knew that something terrible was happening to the man behind that door, and that I was next. I knew that he was going to chop my manhood off. I had no choice but to run. I sprinted through the cramped corridors as fast as I could, and felt the exasperation as I had to squeeze through narrow openings, through tight walls of spikes and rollers lined with the same sharp implements; every time I had to cross such an obstacle, Ramsay caught up with me a little more, but I kept going, and going, and going. I came to a large marble staircase, sensing that I had reached the less shabby part of the castle, nearing freedom. I bumped into a wiry, frumpish serving woman in sweeping skirts, with her white and grey hair tied into a neat bun. I began to cry weakly for help as I neared the exit, until finally I emerged out into the daylight, or at least I think it was day; I don't quite remember. I stopped the first man I saw, a smart looking gentleman with a fine moustache and a posh Southern (British) accent that suggested lordliness. I rambled that Lord Ramsay was evil, that he was going to chop off my manhood, that he had to alert the authorities, that he must do something, but the man seemed positively nonplussed by my desperate pleas for help, and simply said: "I can't help you there. Lord Ramsay can do as he likes." I should mention that outside, the exterior of the castle where I had been kept looked very much like the rocky, barren land that had covered the floating museum-cliff.

Seeing no other option, I ran until somehow, I ended up on the main high street of my city. I began to feel hopeful; I was losing Lord Ramsay, but perhaps one of his lackeys would catch me; no doubt he'd have them combing the area for me. I had never felt so desperate in a dream before, and I felt my real life disability setting in (I walk with a limp), yet I continued running, panting raggedly. Then, my legs gave out, and I fell to my knees, still I kept moving, crawling along the ground in a desperate struggle for freedom; if I could reach the statue of St. George and the Dragon a short distance away (even though it was in the wrong place in the city during this dream) I knew I might be further away. As I had been running down the street, I had glimpsed Lord Ramsay, and heard him shouting "Reek! Reek!" which only enhanced my desperation. It was then that my legs had given out. I must have been running for what felt like 20 minutes.

I managed to reach the monument, only to be stopped by Jaime (an old school friend of mine, surname omitted. ); he had apparently become an agent of Lord Ramsay's, and he said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Sorry Reek, but I'm going to have to take you back." I felt angry and betrayed, and swung at him, having managed to stand up, but all the strength had gone out of my arms. I knew that it was useless to resist, and that Lord Ramsay would take me back to the Dreadfort. It was only then that I woke up, agitated, but also relieved.

7/17/14

Last night bed 12:30am - 9am WBTB 9-10:10

Cats were calm, so after breakfast and 1 hr spent on DV and IRC, I got on my sofa in more sitting than laying down position. I started feeling my body falling asleep withing 5-10 min. I knew it's gonna be a great attempt, because of my great recall from the night, and also because I wanted it.

LDs

Don't really remember how it started, but it lasted about 25 min. Then I "woke up", wrote some keywords down and went back to sleep, I think lucid again. But as I was writing it down, I realized I'm still asleep, because even if the paper DJ and my pen were exactly what I had prepared for that occasion, my writing was "drunk sloppy" and I recognized it.

I'm underground again. Large rooms, all well lit. Almost looks like inside of IKEA. No windows, bunch of large rooms, and bunch of people milling around. I'm already lucid. So I do what I practiced while falling asleep. TOTM - I jump in the middle of people and yell: Look everybody, LOOK. I'm getting naked.

Crowd of guys tighten around me and I feel some touches. I started to fiddle with my top, when I remembered practicing having just a simple T-shirt on. So I took of my polo shirt. Wut? A bra? Didn't practice this, dangit. But no problem, quick unhook and girls are free.

Don't remember what was on the bottom, but off it goes.

By now crowd has thinned and some had turned away, going about their business. I'm thinking bloody hell, I don't just need to get naked, but I need your reaction. So I jump up and yell: What yo guys think? Some are still looking, but most had turned and left.

So I grab one of them, push him against the wall and have my way with him. I dont stop till happy ending.

I do the undressing one more time in another room, because I want a reaction out of them, but again, all they do is act uninterested.

But there is a table with some feast. Looks like I came late, because all is left is one piece of something that looks like small flat round candle. I pick it up thinking that this will do as a sweet cake junk food. I take a bite and stuff it in my mouth, cause I need to eat a LOT of junk food. By then it tastes sugary and not that bad.

To the left, there are some pastry/pizza looking things. Never seen them before. I'm thinking they are sweet, but as I stuff some of it in my mouth, it's savory, but next piece is sweet again. I forget to note people's reaction here.

I walk away, thinking how to make it more vivid and last longer, so I clap my hands and yell: I-am-lucid-I-am-lucid.

I think it's time to find a window and get out. I see one, and behind it is my balcony. I walk through the tall glass, only to end up in another room with same window to same balcony. I'm thinking c'moon, this time I walk outside for sure.

And I do. I step off the balcony, so happy to outside of the building. I'm falling to the ground when I remember I'm not that good at flying, but thinking that yes, I'm am good at flying, just so I start flying ok. It's taking me to the left, but I'm thinking I should fly to the right this time, towards the town. But no, I speed up and go really fast in the night sky.

There are no features, only black night sky. I'm getting worried that no features to look at will wake me up. Then I see something faint in the distance. Like a slightly glowing trail. I turn more right and start following it. I see bunch of dots, like you see sometimes in a video game when looking at something in a distance. I'm thinking too bad, that these boulders in comets tail are not looking real. Then I start seeing them as boulders that are turning slowly around their different axes as they are being left behing by the comet. When I look at it from distance, I sear I can hear the same sound that you can hear at the beginning credits of star trek voyager, when they fly over some stoney rings of some planet.


This was some kind of a non-lucid with some awareness : dunno :

I'm at work. Standing at the cashiers, helping out. Another coworker says something about my boobs, and adds: That's because you are a lesbo. I feeze, thinking, finally, you bitch, I got ya now. You were just mean till now, but now the company is gonna deal with you. So I ask her all "offended" : what did you say? Making sure eeeeverybody notices.

Then my higher manager asks me to go with him. We go to some back room, that's barely lit and looks like a cave, or old mine. He/she tells me to grab a flyer from a rack. Not the "boobs" flyer, coz we already covered that one in last session : wtf:, but another one.

I'm left there alone sitting in a chair, all sleepy and tired. barely any lights are on and room is huge and black walls are not making it any brighter. I'm thinking if anybody wanted to come here and rape me, that would no surprise me, coz the darkness and remotness of the place. But i think hell no, that ain't happening and prepare myself mentally for a fight, and also walk to the adjacent room and put some lights on.

I'm sitting in a classroom at a group of tables pushed together as if I were in kindergarten or elementary school again. The classroom is full but I am not focusing on the other students, or the teacher for that matter. I am focusing on the person sitting at my table directly across from me. Stiles is looking at me in slight confusion. I'm angry at him. I ask him why he's taking so long. I don't understand why he isn't choosing me, why he doesn't want me. I hold a couple of those plastic Easter eggs that you can put candy or prizes in and I throw them at his face, trying to get something out of him. They pop open when they hit him and I can see that they all have something written on them with a sharpie, but I can't read them. Stiles looks at them for a few seconds and then they drop to the floor. I get up and walk around the table to him. I take the seat next to his and I sit down, much more calm than I had been a minute ago. I look at him and he smiles and takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I feel happy. I suddenly become aware of everyone else in the classroom. Everyone is all of a sudden busily cleaning the classroom. Stiles and I jump up to help. The floor is covered with dollops of whipped cream and I step over all of it to make it to the door. I peek outside and a stern looking woman is hurriedly making her way towards our classroom. I look back inside and everyone is still busy. I turn back around and step outside, closing the door a bit to keep her from seeing. When she's in front of me, I smile brightly and say hello. I tell her that we are just cleaning up a bit and we'll be done shortly. She huffs as if annoyed and stomps off. I sigh in relief and go back inside the classroom. Stiles comes up next to me and the teacher does as well. She tells us to follow her. She leads us outside to the basket ball courts where a long row of booths are set up. Each booth has two or three people and they are all filling out some kind of ballot. She tells us to clean all of it up though I'm not really sure how to do it exactly. Still, we agree and she leaves us. Stiles and I stand there watching, trying to decide where to start first.

I'm walking down a dark street in my hometown when I suddenly realize that I was trying to sleep just a moment ago. I pinch my nose and sure enough, I can breathe. I have quite the clear mind and I remember saying to myself that this dream is fairly vivid. I see my sister running but I don't bother to ask her about the reason behind that and I just try to go do something else. I turn around and I, for some reason, think that I really should stabilize the dream before going about my business. At about the same time, my vision starts to blur as I suddenly become able to see my nose in the middle of my field of vision; It's quite annoying and causes the dream to destabilize even more and I end up in the void (It's CanisLuicidus who coined the term, not me ). I proceed to do the exact opposite of what I should do: I panic. The dream starts to fade more and more and I can't figure out what should I do to stabilize it and end up waking up.
I can feel my body now, though it feels quite strange. I think that I'm in sleep paralysis so I try to take advantage of the situation; I try to visualize the dream scene but my mind is filled is random thoughts and I find it hard to clear my mind so I give up and wake up for good.

Witchhunters
Lucid #4

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at my school where a little boy approaches me and asks for a home and a meal. In addition to that he wants me to read him a story. I google horror storys and my phone and choose a story with a witch.
I am in a big truck with to ghosthunters. I find out were on our way to the witch. We arrive and go inside. Everything is old, spooky and made out of wood. I have to duck my head. We go downstairs to the basement and meet the witch. She seems very nice and offers us to stay the night. I tell her if the hunters want to stay then I will too. She shows us our beds which are only 2 wooden planks. She lies down and starts telling us weird sex storys. She undresses and stands up. She asks me to join her and I do . The hunters turn into women too and well, no further explanation needed. I hear a narrator telling us about lucid dreaming and do a nose-RC. I get lucid. My nose is really big and deformed. I take a look around in the basement and wake up..

Yesterday I came across the SSILD thread on the induction forum, and decided to try it out. Success!

Ritual: Slept about three hours, woke up with awareness of having dreamed though no recall of specifics, but figured since I had been in REM I might as well give the SSILD technique a try. Doing the sense-cycling delayed sleep onset more than I expected, even more than with my usual WILD technique of incremental counting, even though I kept reminding myself that I wasn't attempting to WILD. Interestingly, when I was starting to get closer to sleep I was experiencing much more vivid flashes of hypnogogic imagery than usual, which I attribute to having primed my attentiveness to it with the technique.

On the verge of falling asleep finally, when I sense that I'm in an empty room with plain white walls, and that it's substantial enough to enter as a dream space. "I can work with that," I say to myself, and close the door. The handle has a pleasing feeling of solidity and the door closes with lifelike sensations, so I know this is actually working.

WILD: What to do now? Well, I need traction, so I decide to just use my body a bit until I feel more substantial. Last night my husband showed me a video of a guy doing amazing acrobatic tricks on a pole, and that must have subconsciously inspired me, because without really thinking about it I start emulating him. It's fun because I could never do anything like this in RL (who could? It's real gravity defying stuff) and even in a dream it takes a bit of concentration, so it is a useful way to integrate myself better into this space. As I do it I remember to occasionally rub my hands in front of my face for more traction, and for some reason it occurs to me that it would be a good idea to feel my head, which I've never tried before, but the lifelike sensation of the shape of my head and texture of my hair is very helpful, they make this dream body I'm in feel more like "me." The vividness and clarity at this point is quite high, and I'm wondering what I look like. I see a mirror on the wall (the walls were featureless initially so the mirror seems to have manifested in response to my intention, though not before my eyes... it was just there once I decided to look for it) so all I have to do is position myself properly in order to see my reflection. I'm pleased with how much like me it actually looks, although my hair is different: loose, shoulder-length and with a layered, almost spiky cut. But the face looks just like mine, especially the eyes. It was remarkably like looking into a real mirror, which is not my usual experience of reflections in LDs.

Given how lifelike my body feels and my reflection looks, I decide to play with it a bit. A couple times in my LDs I've experimented with trying to create an extra set of arms, like you see on some representations of Hindu deities, and I want to try that again. I'm now standing on a sort of balance beam, looking at a second mirror that has manifested on the next wall (a little more conveniently positioned than the first) and I start waving my arms and trying to create a second pair. With a little concentration I have a partial success: I think I can see and feel a second pair, but they are moving in tandem with the first. To be more successful, they would have to move independently, all four arms moving simultaneously in separate directions. I try to get the second set to move independently from the first, but I can't figure out how to do it! I realize that I simply have no mental imprint of what this would be like. Perhaps with a little more creativity or effort I could get this going, but I sense that at this moment the strain might be close to disrupting the dream, so I give up the attempt, amused by how tricky this is, and re-stabilize.

What next? I remember my current task: "Creo vim." (I've been working through spell combinations from Ars Magica.) I anticipated this would be a fun one because I had no idea how it would manifest, and deliberately tried to avoid anticipating anything in particular, hoping the dream would surprise me. So I hold out my left hand and concentrate on the spell. Nothing happens at first. How should I do this? I wonder if I should be using my right hand (my dominant hand in waking life), but figure that since I instinctively started with my left, I should stick with it. "Creo vim," I murmur, since I've found that saying the name of the spell aloud can be an effective focus. A tiny bubble manifests in the air above my open palm. It looks like a soap bubble, and as I have this thought, it bursts like one. But I'm emboldened by the fact that something is happening, so I keep concentrating, and another bubble appears. It grows larger and slowly sinks until it is a half sphere sitting on my palm. From there it keeps growing, getting larger and lumpier and turning grey in color, but still completely weightless and seemingly inflated with air. When this mass is about a foot and a half in diameter, it lifts from my hand and sinks gently to the floor, and transforms into a small white goat.

The surroundings have changed around me while I was focused on the spell. I am no longer standing on a balance beam in a white room, now I am outdoors at night, standing on the ground, looking at this goat that has inexplicably appeared. My husband is lying next to me, asleep. Standing in front of me is a horse harnessed to a cart. I ponder the goat, wondering what it might signify. On the one hand, it is an extremely cute little goat, with long white fur and two straight horns that are only a few inches long. On the other hand, it subtly disturbs me for some reason I can't identify. I remembered a trial take of a commercial that I saw many years ago. The commercial was intended to advertise a financial services company, and was showing clips purporting to be the customers. The most memorable one was a dignified elderly gentleman who for some reason was accompanied by an equally dignified white goat. It was so random and surreal, elegantly and subtly satanic, that the image always stuck with me—though I learned later that the scene was cut from the final version out of concerns that people might be disturbed or distracted by the goat. So what to make of this little goat in front of me now? The goat itself was just standing quietly and not revealing anything, until before my eyes it abruptly transformed into a few pieces of ripe and runny brie cheese on a plain white plate. This was even more mystifying.

I wanted to ask someone's opinion about the goat and its transformation, but I looked around and couldn't see anyone else in this landscape. There was just me and my husband, but he was fast asleep and I didn't want to disturb him. Finally it occurred to me to ask the horse, as the only other creature around. I figured the question of the goat's moral status could be answered by how the horse responded to the cheese, so I picked up a piece from the plate and offered it to the horse to sniff. "What do you think?" I asked. The horse readily accepted the cheese and ate it with apparent relish. This seemed to speak well for the goat! "Want more?" I asked, offering the horse a second piece, which it consumed as eagerly as the first. I decided to try a bit myself, and found the taste and texture very much as I would have expected from a runny brie.

There was a cemetary nearby, surrounded by a low wall. I could see the tops of gravestones over the upper edge of the wall, and I instinctively knew that one of them was connected with the goat, so I should investigate it to find out more. The entrance to the cemetary was just across the lane on which the horse and cart were standing, so I walked around them and went inside. From my original glimpse across the wall I had made a mental note that the relevant gravestone was the fourth one in, so I counted the stones I passed until I reached the fourth. It was an old style of slab carved from reddish stone, only about two inches in width, about three feet tall, and with a simple curved top, unadorned except for the text that was carved on it. I knelt down and looked at the inscription. I was pleased to discover that I could read it easily, and one phrase that immediately caught my attention was "Ghast of Vail Light." I took this to be the title of the mysterious goat. It sounded a bit spooky after all, but I loved this phrase! I immediately determined to remember it. "Ghast of Vail Light," I repeated to myself several times, and even said aloud to myself, "Remember that." I wanted to get it just right. Was it spelled "Vail" and not "Vale"? I looked again at the inscription. The letters were remarkably stable, and the spelling was distinct: "Vail."

I hadn't done any tactile stabilization in a while, so I decided to run my hands over the face of the gravestone. It had the cool touch of real stone, smooth overall but a bit gritty in texture, like sandstone, and I could feel the indentations where the letters were carved in. I was still muttering to myself "Ghast of Vail Light." I didn't know how much longer the dream would go on, and wanted to make sure I wouldn't forget. But I concentrated so hard on the idea of remembering this phrase when I woke up, that it woke me up! I wasn't disappointed, though, because I had plenty to write about already.

07.16.2014

The Other Realm (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After a nonsensical soccer fiasco in the back yard of my childhood home, I spontaneously become lucid. My task of visiting Hell is not far from my mind.

I walk over to one of the coaches, a tall man who looks like an older version of The Rock. "Can you help me with something?" I ask politely. I find it much more enjoyable to get DCs to do all my work when possible rather than exerting direct control.

"Sure," he replies. "What do you need.?"

"I'm looking for a girl with purple hair who goes by 'Dreamer.' Can you take me to her?"

This DC is of the non-helpful sort, apparently. "I have no idea who that is," he tells me. Out of nowhere, he holds up a pie as if he's about to throw it at me.

"Please don't throw that in my face!" I cry out, blocking the pie with my hand. As a result, I end up with a fist-full of the filling.

Forgetting the coach, I decide to just find Dreamer the same way I did last time. As I walk across the street, I lick the pie from my hand. It is delicious; a kind of cream cheese pie with chocolate chips. "Hey, eating junk food was one of the tasks of the month!" I exclaim. I'm quite amused that I completed this task before I even consciously remembered it.

Before reaching my neighbor's house, I notice duffle bags and suitcases sitting out on the front porch. Dreamer must be really eager to come with me on an extended trip to Hell, I think to myself jokingly. When I get closer, however, I'm confused to find that the porch and the front door are all that's left of the house. Everything else lies in rubble at my feet. I knock on the door half-heartedly anyway. Nothing happens.

An old man appears. "Dreamer has already crossed to the Other World," he tells me rather cryptically. He points in the direction of my house.

I follow the old man back across the street, where he shows me a charred area of burned grass.

"So... I just touch this and it'll take me to Hell?" I guess. The old man nods.

I touch the ashes and get flashes of a gray Silent Hill type area. Then I'm pulled from the dream into sleep paralysis.

I'm now lying trapped in SP. I'd turn this into a DEILD, but I'm distracted. There is a woman's voice reciting her life story in poem form, accompanied by music. Everything she says is clear and makes perfect sense. I'm trying to lock at least a few lines of her words into memory so I can write it later, but I end up forgetting all of it.

07.16.2014

Minecraft (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

While driving--- and doing a terrible job of it--- I spontaneously become lucid once again. I ditch the car, opting to walk.

I remember something I'd read recently about extending dream time by engaging all five senses. I want to try this out, but I make the mistake of starting with vision. The first thing I notice is that the world looks a little blocky. Because my attention is fixed on the blockiness, that particular quality increases dramatically until the whole world looks like a game of Minecraft. This annoys me immensely.

I decide to start over. I close my eys, focusing on the feeling of my feet hitting the ground as I walk. Closing my eyes proves to be a terrible idea. Predictably, this forces me yet again into sleep paralysis.

Now lying trapped in my bed, I believe I hear my aunt outside my door yelling for me to wake up. Is she really there or am I hallucinating? I manage to shake my foot enough to exit SP--- now awake, my aunt is no longer talking.

I keep still and am pulled right back into SP. My aunt starts talking again. She's rambling on about things that seemed to have happened in the past with her daughter, speaking as if I AM her daughter. I am again amazed by my mind's ability to come up with all of this dialogue.

I've been trying to get back into lucid dreaming again. I keep trying but usually I get distracted. This time it seems to have paid off somewhat though.

Lucidity 9
Vividness- 9
Control - 6ish

I woke up from my bed. As I always do I did a RC. This time it worked though and as I pinched my nose I could still breath. For some reason it was so realistic I thought I was just deluded and kept trying. The dreams was so vivid I thought I was awake. So I tried testing it in another way. I went to read a book I knew about but never read myself called Pendragon. I opened it up and saw pictures and not too much writing. I knew the books had no or very little pictures. That was enough for me to realize I was dreaming. I just looked around the room for a minute. Just kind of taking in how real it all looked. I thought outside the dream to see if I understood what day it was and where I was sleeping. I understood where I was sleeping, but my mind was blank on the date. I walked over to my computer desk and saw a bottle of coke. Now I've always liked testing food and drinks in dreams so I downed it. It was spot on in terms of flavor. Then I shoved an oatmeal cream pie in my face. Delicious as well, but I felt slightly sick but I generally do after oatmeal cream pies. After that I got kind of bored and started walking outside but my dad saw me and asked what I was doing. The way he talked and what he said were so realistic I did another RC. I was dreaming but still treated as if it were real life saying I'm just walking out for a minute. Outside I just thought about the absurdity of how realistic the dream was and how I would like dreams to be slightly less realistic in the future. Then I started brutally murdering everyone I could find. The end.

Lucidity- 2
Vividness- 8
Control - 4

Me and 2 buddies are riding in large trucks down a road in a forest. A small clearing comes up on our left and a smaller one on the right. The truck in front of us with 1 of our friends pulls of on left. Me and my other friend drive left a little ways into the clearing. I guess we were gathering food of some kind. Probably berries fruit. Anyway at this time I realize aliens have invaded earth at an earlier point and we are on the run. Cause you know, you can just forget things like that. My friend and I hear a noise and look towards the road we can come from to see this large orange glowing energy moving along the ground. Our other friend across the way didn't see him until it was too late and was absorbed into it. I hit the deck and pull my friend down whos screaming at the alien for killing his friend. I try to muffle him but to no avail. They see us and send strange looking dogs to chase us down. My friend hands me his gun and I run off into the woods nearby. My friend either dies or gets absorbed, but I never see anything. I only hear him screaming. I ran deeper and deeper into the woods but the dogs were catching up. I try to shoot the gun but the trigger is difficult. I have to pull it all the way back and it gets difficult. I shoot 3 of the 4 dogs after me while I'm running and as the last one catches up to me the dream fades. So it was kinda cool.

1. I was inside of a pretty big house when it all started. I was just chilling when a guy in the house freaked out and said "theyre coming". Immediately I got up to see what was going on. I walked to the room where this guys voice came from, but before I got there I noticed blood oozing out of cracks in the wall. I continued into the room where the guy was screaming. I entered to seem him lying on the floor telling me, "dont worry about me or the food, just leave!". As I walked closer towards him i noticed some cabinets on the wall. I looked at these cabinets and noticed that each cabinet had an age on it, and they all belonged to the baker that was now on the ground yelling for us to leave. The first cabinet closest to the door had the age, I think, 30. As I passed that one, it continued going up, 31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41, and then it finally ended at 42. Also, all these cabinets had drawings on the, very wierd drawings, but I cant remember them. One had a drawing off an egg with legs. But anyways, I finally reached the Baker and looked at him on the floor. I turned to the cabinets and grabbed a cinnamon pastry. The Baker said it wasnt worth it and kept telling me to leave. I kept wondering why He was just lying on the floor, waiting to be killed by whatever was coming. Then I noticed He had an injured leg. The Baker was lying next a door entrance, and the door was gone. I looked inside but it was literally PURE black, I couldnt see anything. I turned around to leave and once I did I heard the Baker scream, I turned around to him getting pulled into the black darkness, which afterwards, several zombie/infected people emerged. I took a bite of the cinnamon pastry I grabbed earlier and walked out. I closed the door behind me. Everyone was freaking out and stuff, so I became a little freaked out and followed this group of people. Zombies started flowing in from everywhere and we ran into a room to hide. The zombies made it in the room. The lady I was with told me and the other dude next to me, "Come on, we need to get to the children's basement quick!" We followed her to the back room of the house which had a big cabinet that looked as though it could store 5 people in it. We got inside of it and locked the cabinet door and waited. Only seconds later a storm of more people and zombies came in. We opened our cabinet door for a second to get some more people in, and instead a soldier ran in with his gun. We closed the cabinet and locked it again. The rest of the people ran to our cabinet but could not get in because it was locked. The cabinet had a big window, but it was tinted to pure black, so no one could see us inside. While we watched the whole seen, the soldier that was with us started losing it and began shooting at me. Somehow I turned invisible and starting dodging his shots. He began shooting anywhere inside of the cabinet just to hit me. I slowed down time and dodged all of his bullets. After he was done shooting I took his gun from him and beat him to death. After waiting th rest of it out, and seeing everyone else getting killed by the zombies, we opened the cabinet door and walked out. Immediately I saw a screen, and it covered my entire field of vision. This Vision had Megan fox in it, standing next to the staircase of the house. I wrote on the walls of the staircase(I have no idea how) and I wrote "You can come now", but I quickly erased it after I realized what I was saying. I simply pressed the "back" button and it went away. I looked at megan fox to see what she was doing and it was like she was glitched because she was continuously dry humping a small table. I made her stop. After that, the vision stopped and I walked back into the living room, and everything returned back to normal. Everyone was socializing, and were starting to watch a movie they had just put on. I noticed my friends sister Emily among them. Out of no where my friend Dylan came up to me and said "lets go outside". And we did. Once we got outside of the house I immediately noticed it was storming and there was alot of lightning. We continued anyway. For some reason Dylan wanted to get on top of the roof of one of our neighbors houses. They had a wierd driveway. Their driveway curved like a swirl, and it led into their garage. But instead of a garage being there, it was their living room and it was separated from the driveway by a glass screen sliding door. Their car was in the driveway too. Me and Dylan didnt notice this until after we tried climbing onto their roof. In the middle of climbing up dylan said, "oh sh*t, dude they can see us". We climbed down and started running away. We ran back to what seemed to be dylan's house. We knocked and dylan's dad answered the door. We had a short conversation with him but I forgot about what it was about. He let us in, and somehow we became sitting down in an automatic couch that seats visitors as soon as they come in from the door. The couch led us from the door to the living room. And we started watching the movie as well. I got lost in that, and sometime after, my parents walked in a said we were going to main event/the zoo. Cant remember which one. I looked around and everyone else was gone. It was just me and my family. It was also pretty late to be going to the zoo, it was 8:00 pm in the dream. I thought nothing of it really and decided that I probably wasnt going to go with my family. My dad told me we were leaving in like 8 minutes. I just sat on the couch. I talked to my sister for a bit, but I dont remember what it was about. At this point, the dream ended.

2. I was pool side at my friend Lindsey's house. I was just chilling when all of a sudden, Lindsey and all of her friends came over and sat down next to me. I got up to get something and Lindsey told me to stay, I noticed they were all checking me out, and I was shirtless. I sat back down and we talked. Soon though the pool session ended and people began to leave. All these weird dudes I didnt even know came up to me and started trying to start something. I got up, seeing what was about to happen. All the dudes were jealous. But in the end they decided to leave me alone and left. I left as well. It was dark outside and there were rain clouds above me. As I left the perimeter of the house, all those guys came back. This time however they just wanted to chill. We talked, and I talked specifically to this black dude that had dreads, and was really short. Thats all I remember.

3. Earlier in the night I was falling asleep. I eventually entered the Dream World. When I got into my dream, 5 seconds in I realized I was dreaming and looked around. However, because I wasnt used to a simple transition into the Dream World, like what had just happened, it stunned me and the dream ended.

4. This was yesterday, but I forgot to record it so here it is-
I woke up around 2:00 AM, I realized it would be a good time to WBTB. I layed back down and let myself drift into sleep. As I was almost asleep and drifting into the dream world, I CLEARLY heard somebody whisper in my ear quite loud, "Its me". This freaked me out pretty bad, because I havent had Hypnagogic stuff in a while. But the voice sounded like a demon, so it kinda disturbed me. Any who I fell back asleep soon after, forgetting my attempt to WBTB.

July 17, 2014

Overall rating 4/5

I had 3 dreams finally

To start, i was out in a snowy landscape with my friend jacob. It was a darker overcast day. It resembled his back yard but not quite. It was a fenced in area, with a big shack on the right side of the property full of old tools and wood, it had no doors or windows and snow had blown inside blanketing the floor. Beyond the fence line was a tall coniferous tree line about 50 or 60 yards out. And closer to the fence, and to the left of the property appeared to be a mill with a water wheel. The snow on the ground was pretty thick. We were using air soft guns for fun and to kill time. Jacob was using a mp5 and i had the gas powered mp7. We were walking next to the fence when these 2 other guys were walking on the other side of it and jake offered to let them try out his gun. I walked over to the shack to use a chronograph in the mp7. It took a little while to get it working but it eventually worked. I believe it read 348, 373, 348. After that i think the dream ended here

This dream is a bit harder to remember the details. I was in a big hotel, but in a small room with light wooden floors and random paint colors like red, green, and orange. It was day. I was with a few people, cant remember who, when two guys with suits came in, one with m9 a handgun and the other with a Glock. We waited for something to happen and i eventually decided to take action. I grabbed the guy with m9 and twisted the gun out of his hand, took a few steps back, aimed, and shot him down with multiple shots and he dropped to the floor motionless. I was then trying to get the other guy, i must have hit his leg because he was shooting me from the ground. I would duck around cover and shoot, and he would shoot back. I eventually ran out of ammo, and dropped my gun. When there was a pause i charged the guy with the gun and made it ti him without getting shot, wrestled around a bit and turned it towards his head while it was still in his hands and shot.

Last dream started kind of hazy too. Me jake, and his girlfriend were hanging out on some docks in shallow water. We were talking and i decided to catch a fish. I caught a little orange one by hand in the sand. After i put it back, the scenery changed to night, and the water where i caught the fish dried up. I started to dig to find the water that maybe was lower but i end up uncovering a room under the sand where there are a few people talking. One make a comment to me and i tell him back off or ill hit him with my GI shovel. He takes a knife and walks towards me and i grab his wrist and start hitting him with the shovel. Then It got hazy again and i woke.

Last night started good going to bed at midnight, after 10 minutes I began getting sleepy, nearly actually fell asleep when... the fucking mosquitos came! Really, 1 hour later and I'm in some weird awake/sleeping limbo state and I keep waking up fully each 40 minutes or so. When it was 04:30 and I still hadn't archieved full sleep I knew my LD chances for tonight were gone so I stopped the WBTB alarm of 06:00. Eventually around 06:40 I fell asleep and I woke up at 09:00 from my normal alarm. Fortunatly in that short sleep I had two dreams. Seriously, brain what are you doing!?

1. Combat zone

I'm somewhere outside in a massive park with stone roads for pedestrians that are 10 meters wide and go of into the distance as far as the horizon. It's morning and I'm at the entrance gate of this park, there are soldiers stationed on both sides checking everyone walking in and out, I guess this is some border between two countries maybe? Anyway suddenly a fight occurs and soldiers begin fighting each other, I run for several minutes untill I reach another gate where things are more calm. I think this took place near Russia atleast that's how it felt.

2. A new Disney film

I'm in my livingroom ready to leave and my family is also preparing, my sister is grabbing her Phone and my mother is probably doing her hair upstairs. I'm standing in the backyard, looking up to the evening sky which is packed with thousands of bright stars. I'm in complete awe of all the colourfull dots, red, blue, green, yellow any colour you can think of with a beautiful sunset behind it all. I walk inside looking for my sister cause I want her to see all of this but she quickly turns me away and tells me to leave her alone. I don't care anymore and go back to witness the panorama on my own then. As I look up it suddenly gets darker and clouds gather blocking the view, and I get called because we're ready to leave. I don't remember any driving or transportation to the cinema. Instead I suddenly saw the trailer of this new Disney film we were going to, it was about 2 foxes, male and female. The animation looked quiet good. It was the usual plot Disney uses, first they don't like each other, then they're forced on an adventure together, then they fall in love. At the end of the trailer I saw them kissing in a small boat with romantic music and thought "Wait, ain't this a spoiler? Well fuck, worst trailer ever.", right after that I was suddenly walking with my family in the cinema lobby which was completely empty. Although I was slightly annoyed cause the plot was spoiled for me I did look forward to seeing the whole film.

Hopefully next night I'll be more Lucky, it's warm again so I guess a thinner blanket would help sleeping.

For my 100th lucid dream, I gotta do something extra special. I gotta do something incredible that I have not done yet like finally try sex or complete an advanced TOTM.

Nah, I'll just fly around.

Yeah, I'm in the backyard of someone's house. Lucid, already all the way there. Don't recall what happens before that. We are having a barbecue. I start to float off the ground. This is the best flying that I think I've ever done. I lift of and look towards a hilly woodland with a creek running through it I fly foreword.
OOFFF!! I crash into a wall.
Now, one of the strangest things to ever happen to me in a dream unfolds. I look around, and realize that the sky around me is just a painted backdrop and that the people in the yard are just mannequins. I look backwards and see that I am what looks like some film studio. And it is empty.
Never the less I am lucid and I am flying. I turn toward the doors of the studio and swoop down out of them. I am in this huge mall complex with hundreds of dream characters. I start looking for a way out.
Most of the dream characters are distracted, but a few of them look up. While flying I think of how much I love the expressions that dream characters sometimes make when they see me fly by.
This one teenage girl gets it perfect. She's walking along texting, and looks up to see me flying overhead. She just drops her phone and her jaw is hanging open as I pass by.
I make it to a door that should lead outside, and swoop down low to fly through it. I am now in a huge gymnasium. I buzz around the gym a couple times, and may have crashed into the wall once or twice. I then fly past only who I can assume is the coach. He hasn't seen me yet.
I swoop down and hover next to him. He looks sort of like my old coach from high school.
"Hey coach, is anyone you have fit enough to do this?!"
I rocket off doing circles around the gym again. And the coach drops his clipboard and his jaw hangs open just like the girl in the hallway. Yeah, I was kind of a show off, but who cares.
I see an open fire exit in the gym and swoop outside. There is a big stadium about a mile away, and a city full of skyscrapers a few more. I think of how much fun it would be to buzz the city. I pull up to about 150 feet off the ground and hit full throttle.
And this was one of the best experiences I ever had in a lucid dream. The wind was blowing through my hair. The dream was losing clarity -wait.
Wakes up.
Aww well, had fun while it lasted.

7/17/14

Last night bed 12:28

Woke up with dreams all these dreams at 4:43 am

Retold the older ones when I woke up inbetween.

LAST DR:

End of the world attacks.

I'm in the future. Some place at the port and docs, in some commercial builidng. I suddenly get a view from distance. I see the port, with some 4 tall chimneys in the background, as they are suddenly blown up by terrorists. Dark smoke is rising from them, as the explosion deep down below produces the smoke, which escapes from the top of them just before they crumble.

I get an image of Times Square, as it's being covered in plumes of smoke from another explosions. I feel rumbling of the ground, as buildings at the Financial center in NY are crubling to the ground.

I look out the window and see a huge fireball cloaked in smoke rising not so far away. It's huge and I expect to see mushroom cloud. But it's just not a nuclear explosion.

I'm calling my mom, who I think is shopping in the builidng I'm looking at, which had the 4 tall chimneys further away behind it. I get her on the phone and I'm asking her where she is. But she starts talking about something else, as usually. I really don't want to tell her what is going on, but I know I have to so she start paying attention. I tell her that the whole world is being attacked, and I'm going to get her and take her to safety. To tell me where she is and not move from there.

***From here on, I feel like the dream is listening to my wishes, because everything happens as I wish it to be. Not the main story or, but the small details that matter.***

Now I see this as if from third person view, and the people I'm watching are not me and my mom.

So this lady is at her office, on the phone with her son (which was me just a moment ago in first person view). She is told to wait where she stands, her son is coming to get her. She is standing in the hallway, but the elevator door. The door opens and I wish her son was there. As the door opens completely, her son stands there and he pulls her to the elevator.

He is telling her how he ammased huge amount of survival food and equipment and they are going to some island where they are going to live in safety. They are going down with the elevator, and I'm (they are) watching scenes happening some other place.

There is someone else who went to save and take to then their son. I see this person holding young man by elbov and directing which way they are going. I'm with them now. We are enterin a hallway of an office building we need to go through to reach the stairs or something else. This guys has a handgun, and so do I. He doesn't really notice me, and I'm not really there, but he knows I'm there to help him get to safety.

As we are fast but very cautiously making our way down the corridor, we have to walk by many "people". I realize these are the robots of the invading army of aliens. There is a big spider like robot and another humanoid type robot.

Thene there are android type robots with white hair, facial features and black body. We have to appear non-threataning to them, so we know we can't touch them or start shooting. We start walking and talking like them to blend in, which is kinda like a robot talk and walk.

The person that we are doing this for is very rich and that's how he was able to buy all the survival gear, including materials for houses, food and everything that will last for decades or even forever.

Now we are all outside, at a long table. There is food there, like bread and cheese. We are eating together with some strangers, because we need our strength before we go to escape. There is a man, who wants to join us eating, but he is a stranger and doesn't know if we kick him out. I fix him a plate.


DR:
Running out of a builidng at night, with raincoat over my head and shoulers. Pouring rain, going from House of Culture down the hill, towards the clinic to the pharmacy night service for some pain killers.


DR:
Baby bunnies and hamsters in grass, under some boxes. I'm feeding them carrots and lettuce.

BTB 5:11 am

Language Camp

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a language Camp. There are lots of hot girls and I never want to leave. I am not registered for the Camp and they wont let me into the arena where all the activities take place. I try to get in by jumping through bushes. I get out in a forest, its dark and cars with bright headlight come by but dont see me.
I am in an old house. I can choose between a wasp, an ant and a rabbit as a mount. I take the rabbit and ride naked by the arena. Theres a basketball game going on. I find out I am wanted and flee. As for my last meal I take a chocolate bar.
I am in an old room where the walls are located in all kinds of angles. The wallpaper is old and yellowed. Everywhere are old toys, a spinner, a rocking horse, etc. . We find a secret lock and pick it. We can escape..

Dream - Lucid

I was at the house I grew up in, in my parents' room. I was there with my bridesmaids, though none of them were actually the ones I had IWL. I remember one girl, Kristin, who was in my friend Rachel's wedding IWL, and I believe my high school friend Grace was in there too. The rest I don't remember, or I didn't actually know them IWL.

Anyway, they were still wearing their bridesmaids dresses, which also differed from the IWL dresses. They were long and white, with a touch of baby blue in the middle. They looked kind of old-fashioned. They had been wearing them since the wedding, which, in the dream, was a few days prior. I was still wearing my dress too. We were finally changing out of our wedding clothes.

Then, we were at the beach, swimming in the ocean. There were other people swimming as well, one in particular I remember being an older man. He was talking to us, though I can't remember what it was he was talking about. Something about swimming in the ocean.

I wanted to swim to shore, because I was afraid of sharks. We all started to swim to shore, which wasn't very far off. The water was extremely clear. I saw many animals swimming around that looked like sharks, but they didn't pay us any mind. Closer to shore, I saw one very close to me, but discovered that it was a dolphin, not a shark, so there was no reason for me to be afraid.

We made it to shore finally, and I was wanting to get everyone's attention to tell them something about my cat. They were all ahead of me. We were on the sand, walking away from the ocean. Someone mentioned that there were crabs buried in the sand that would pinch you if you dug down. I then saw crab claws sticking out of the sand in places I was sticking my hands into the sand. I would stick my hand in more places, and feel the hard shells on the crabs, and pull my hand out before I got pinched. I was sticking my hands in the sand so I could try to more easily get up to where everyone else was. It was a small incline that, in reality, would really only take me stepping up, but I was trying to climb.

I finally somehow got up to where they all were, and started trying to get everyone's attention. It was failing at first, but an older man, the same from the ocean I think, helped me. Everyone quieted down. Finally, I could speak. I feel as if I was standing on something so everyone could see me and my voice would project. I began.
"I know all of you think that my cat is mean, but it's only because you pick on her and try to pet her. She doesn't like you. She only likes me. She isn't mean, she's just unfriendly."

~

Something about David, one of my old supervisors from my previous job. I remember being by the cash registers.

Then, I was at my current job, though instead of the bakery, I was working in the deli. I was walking out on the floor, when a man, a middle-aged Asian man, picked up a bag of pepperoni that was on display on a table in the department. He asked me if it was included in the sale. I looked at the sign before I asked someone, and the sign said you could mix and match brands, and included a list of brands. The brand of pepperoni, which started with an A, was included, and I told him. He put it in his shopping cart and told me thank you.

There was then an employee, a girl, behind the counter, I actually think it was my friend Cherie', talking about some creme cake she had. The cake had white and light blue icing, and wasn't very big. It was a small rectangular shaped cake. It was supposed to be some fancy cake through some company she was using her mom's account for. She was really excited about it, so much so, in fact, that I was worried about her not doing her job. The cake was supposedly absolutely delicious.

I then saw the remainders of the cake in a bread pan; there was about 1/4 of it left. The frosting was melted, but it still tasted good. It was just too sweet to eat any more of.

I remember something else about this weird premium account that Cherie's mom had. I remember trying to do something with it, but was locked out of the premium things.

Then, I was texting my mom, and she was asking me if a 12 o'clock noon flight would be good for my husband and I to fly out on to go to the beach. Without thinking, I said "Yeah!!!". I wanted to go to the beach, and my mom was offering us a vacation!

Then, I thought about it a little. He would not be ready by noon, because of his job. Besides, I couldn't get time off with such little notice. I was trying to figure out how to make it work; maybe we could drive instead of fly so we could leave whenever. Still wouldn't work, not with the short notice to our jobs.

I talked to my husband about it a little bit. I think we were texting about it, either that, or he had gotten off work and were talking about it.

Then, our family friend and the one who officiated our marriage, Jamie, texted us to tell us she was leaving for the beach. We were then walking into an apartment, not sure if it was ours or was supposed to be where my parents lived, and the lights were off. I also remember it was evening, and the sun was setting. My mom was sitting on the couch wearing a white button-up tank top, some subtle white and blue pinstripe capris, sandals, and I believe a light white scarf. She was also getting ready to go to the beach. She was going to drive there alone. I was talking to her.

Then, my alarm went off.

~

Another night of barely any sleep for whatever reason. I was tired enough, but just couldn't get to sleep. So frustrating, because I've been so tired. Oh well, maybe tonight will be different. Fingers crossed.