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1. I was in some kind of house. It was really gloomy and all of the paint on the walls seemed as though it was faded and dull. I was walking around the house with two people in particular, though I do not remember who they were- besides the fact that it was two women.
We walked down an empty, quiet hallway and the women began telling me about how this house was haunted, and how many people had seen ghosts in here before. We came to the end of the hallway and there was a few closet doors. The women, walking carefully behind me, said that they felt scared and that there might be something in the closet. I walked up to the closet door casually. I told the women, "There is no need to be afraid of something that cannot hurt you." I grabbed the door handle and opened it. Inside it was almost pitch black, but I could see a dark black shadow standing about halfway in in this closet. The closet was quite big on the inside. It wasn't wide but it was very long in length. I looked at this figure, whatever it was, and became curious. However, as I turned around to check on the two women I found out that they had disappeared. This is what startled me. I closed the closet door and went downstairs.
The downstairs portion of this house was ALOT more vivid than the upstairs. Everything had a blue tint to it, as though it was almost night time. The next thing I remember was being on the edge of a wall, and it was really high up. I had a small whale like creature in my arms. It had the head of a whale, and its body had the texture of a whale as well, and it had legs. I was trying to get down from this ledge safely without hurting this little guy. I held on to this small whale creature with one hand, and with the other I slowly climbed down. As I did, the whale creature turned into a baby kitten. The kitten held on to my shirt with dear life. As I got off of the ledge, I grabbed onto some sort of brown cabinet with glass windows. I grabbed onto its door knob and jumped to it. Now I was on the side of this cabinet, and only about 2 feet above the ground. I let go of the knob and landed safely on the ground.

2. I was in school, and some old lady(she looked around 70 years old) was teaching the class. I was doing something in the class and it made her mad. Later after the class had ended, and I was just leaving, a cop had showed up and wanted to go into the classroom. The door was already half way open, so we both walked inside. The lights were off and it was getting dark. The officer had told me that he came in to test something, or check on something. He then walked up to the projector in the classroom and tooled around with it, as though he was trying to fix it, or salvage something from it, I was not sure.

3. I was in the mall with my family.(fragment)

4. I was in a restaurant and I noticed drawings on the booth seats.(fragment)

5. I was inside some kind of old, rusty prison. I got the feeling that I was in another country because the guys in charge here were saudi arabian. The guy that had put me in this prison room was also Saudi Arabian. I stood in this big cell, not wondering why I was here, but only how i was going to get out. I tried climbing out through a small pipe, but I couldnt fit inside of it at all. I looked around and noticed this entire room had a rusted texture to it. I looked at these cutted slits in the wall that were supposed to be windows, and could see that it was bright and daylight outside. I walked over to the east side of this room and started trying to escape. I had found something and was starting to tear apart a window, when all of a sudden I heard the prison warden that had put me in here coming to my cell. I stopped doing what I was doing and acted normal and hid my work in progress.

6. It was daytime, and I was riding with my close friends, patrick, dylan, and trey inside of patrick's dad's truck. Patrick's dad was driving, but he looked entirely different, nothing like he does in real life. The inside of this truck was huge, it matched the inside to a huge suburban. It had 3 rows of seats along with the driver and shotgun seat. The truck had a red paint job as well. I was sitting in the very back row with my patrick. I had found a bag of beef jerky on the seat and starting eating it. Patrick took the bag from me and took some beef jerky as well. I took it back again and continued eating. Pretty boring ride. I had no idea where we were going, and at the time I didnt even care to notice that we were just driving for this entire dream. I looked out the truck windows and saw a blue dune buggy just parked outside in the grass, next to what appeared to be a farm.
After that I continued chilling in the back seat, and my friend Trey had moved to the back with us. I moved to the far right position of the row and saw a poster or Ariana Grande. It was a poster of her wearing a pink dress, and in a kind of seducing position. Trey had noticed this as well and told me that he, "wouldn't mind giving her anal." Patrick's dad got mad when he heard this and told patrick to "shut the hell up", even though patrick didn't even say anything. At this point, we all got really quiet for the rest of the ride.

7. I was on a football field with my close friend Dylan and his brother Jordan. We were passing the football around. Whenever I got the ball, I tucked in my side and ran across the field. Dylan ran with me and I told him, "Wouldn't it be nice if the entire stadium was filled and was roaring for us?" He agreed. As I ran with the ball back to where we were originally chilling, I looked at my arms and noticed that my work outs were paying off, my arms were really muscular and I had really nice biceps. Once we made it back to Jordan, I threw the ball to Jordan. He told us that we were about to play a real game.
We started making our way to the 50 yard line and on our way, we came across my old friend from daycare as a kid, Travis Richie. He had gotten a haircut too. I asked, "hey man, its been a long time, whats up?" He said something and then I brought up how the olden days back in day care were good. We got to the 50 yard line and started assigning positions. I wanted to be a Wide Receiver but instead the quarterback wanted me to take his place and be quarterback. Since I hadn't thrown in forever I declined the position. The quarterback really insisted on me taking it, and he really didn't want to be it anyways. He forced me to be quarterback, but I didn't trust my throwing skills yet so I headed to the sideline. As I did, I noticed that more guys had showed up out of no where to play with us, and they were already lined up behind the offensive line as WR's. I decided to stay and play wide receiver anyways, because it was a long walk to the side line. As I faced forward, there was still some arguments going on- all of which were created by the guy who didn't want to be quarterback. I decided to sit out of this conflict until everyone had figured out what was going on. I looked to the side of the field and noticed other guys were doing this as well. I went over where they were and chilled with them.
Once everyone had found out what was what I got back onto the field as a wide receiver. Our new quarterback decided he was going to throw a deep pass. The play started and our QB threw the ball deep. One of our guys had caught it, and I was right next to him guarding him. We almost made a touchdown, but about 15 feet before we reached the end zone, our guy who had the ball tripped and broke something. Me and Dylan had mistaken our teammate who had just fell as his brother Jordan, but Jordan was on the sideline so it wasn't him. We still didn't know who this guy was. Soon, some medic's came over and treated him and told us he wouldn't be able to come back in for the rest of the game.

8. I was in my house, downstairs in the living room. I only had my boxers on and a towel around me. I was about to sit down in our recliner chair when I noticed that it had a picture of Squidward's face from spongebob on it. I looked at it closely and written below his face was a conversation between spongebob and squidward. I remember reading the word "thanks" somewhere in the conversation, but not much else of it. Out of no where I started getting a random erection(WTF). I decided it was time to go back upstairs to my room because I felt uncomfortable, especially since my dad was in the kitchen, and my mom was watching t.v. I looked at the time and it was 1:25 p.m. As I made my way upstairs I noticed that my mom had moved the couch to where it was DIRECTLY in front of the t.v. There was no floor between the couch and the t.v., and my mom was only 6 inches away from the screen. I asked her what she was doing and why she was so close and she said, "Watching t.v. because I dont have my contacts in." I walked upstairs into my room and put my towel down. I also put down a random drink that had gotten in my hands without me noticing. As I put the cup down I noticed that my mirror was gone, but I didn't care. My room was really lit from the sun outside, and I had my bedroom lights off. I remember hearing random music playing as well.
This is were it gets weird, really weird.
I looked down at my junk and freed it from the confinement of my boxers. I noticed that lights were coming out from inside of my junk(wtf). The lights were changing from red to blue to pink and whatever else. This freaked me out alot. I then "remembered" that I had put something in my junk somehow. I tried getting it out by applying pressure to my junk, but it didn't work. Whatever it was was stuck. I thought about how I was going to have to tell my dad, and "what would he think about it", and that I would have to get surgery to get whatever was stuck inside my junk out, and how the surgeons were going to have to rip open my junk, and how it was going to look afterwards. This was a nightmare. Finally I got so terrified that I woke up, and my heart was pounding. Sorry you guys had to read through that, I thought about just leaving it out, but I am really trying to make my recall better. Once again, really sorry and I know that it was really disgusting lol.

I fell asleep around 02:00 and I had to get up at 08:00 so I didn't have much dreaming.

1. London

I'm discussing cities with my dad and he tells me London is the worst of them all. He tells me it's very grey and ugly. Then I have a panoramic view of a city, I see it as London but there's no Big Ben or anything I know from London. I only see a grey Industrial city.

I think I will use StephL's method to bold competition points so that it is easier for me to add them up.

8/3/14** pre-bed lazily ask my subconscious to look out for any of my dreams signs and I guess one dream sign was part of my first LD and quite a few dream signs were part of my second LD. Several theories worked on tonight: startle induced, clenched eyes vibrations telling me how close I am to sleep, sex IWL and LDs, more simple dream sign alertness. / touring a home converted from a funeral home (casket showcase area looked odd converted - like two odd wings near the entrance. we hurry through like Halloween maze. I joke that I saw something move...then there was...was security in few spots. Last room had a line to next section or home maybe 15 people not bad. / price of corn syrup at a big discount (political/economic/health statement?) / ~30 minute wbtb.. DILD#1 someone won a lot of money and gave me a stack of money(money/treasure dream sign). I look the gift horse in the mouth and this seems to be a good thing for catching signs that you are dreaming. I flip through it and see not all big bills like top one. $300 total I seem to determine. I see a $30 bill! (no such thing in US currency) Aha! I'm dreaming. I will explore this. One bill changes the color picture scene (no unlike NZ dollars) on it each time I look at it, very cool (could possibly fit the photoshop TOTM - BUT not specifically thinking of that). One was a mountain scene, another a forest scene, and then a futuristic city scene. Then I look at signatures that show on US currency. Wife's maiden name was part of name, first name Robert I think, not far from her father's name. I look again...completely different name and it is harder to read and in cursive and I wonder for a second if it is one of the actual names that shows on US currency. Very cool, but goal time! But I get an FA where I am crawling to foot of my bed where phone is charging to record dream but then wake for real. / shorter wbtb the 2nd time, back to sleep with mantra. Too long, shorten it to "vivid..... lucid"...lots of old houses try to find right one (that is our home). Armless monkey looked to be hanging from a poll thingy but closer examination reveals wood carved arms and hands and the monkey attached some other way. he bites me kind of hard and is now loose on the ground.. Warn the monkey that I will have to hurt it if it does that again. Also around house is a temperature box that maintains hot or cold either way - 2 pizzas inside..feel heat from it (I used to have a tiny mini-fridge that also doubled as a food warmer, so there is such a thing). / 2 section amusement park. Sit and wait for a group of four to leave so we can enter the other section (done when full/busy). Lady/worker says you can go in now...stuck in crowded midway area. Watch (son) so he doesn't get crushed. He's younger? / D back already? hmm.. crayfish / dild 2: dreams signs: taking wrong turn/driving, vehicle out of control, parking lot, boldness, security or police, on trip. Although I only got two steps of my longer plan done I was able to mix in some other points. I had planned to also get to step 3 and an attempt at a task of the year and my personal goal (those last two are planned to transition smoothly and quickly between) if I had an epic long LD. But pretty darn good and my best night of the competition so far. Hopefully not too late to get going here. Driving with son in a truck. We take a wrong turn and the truck is going fast and a little bit out of control and my son is concerned. I am NOT concerned and I feel as if I'm already semi lucid at this point, possibly due to a couple of dream signs showing up already. The road becomes a parking lot without driving the truck into the parking lot. The road leads incredulously to some stairs into the mall and I am bold and drive right on down the stairs realizing completely that I'm dreaming now. We get to the bottom of the stairs and get out of the truck and there is a security guard or mall cop and I use my trusty pocket watch to freeze time (&step 1 and Lucid challenge) on him. (I have only used it once before to freeze time specifically but I say I "trusty" because I try to use it to stabilize my dream from the beginning and almost always use it at the beginning of my extended RCs in waking life practice.) I examine the guard a little bit and his uniform looks a little cartoonish and unrealistic. My son says what if you get arrested? I say no worries this is my dream I can make sure I do not get caught but then I start thinking that I guess it is possible to get caught in a lucid dream. It could cause some challenges and I would just have to escape. Sure enough handcuffs appeared on my wrists. My hands are out in front of me. I blast my wrists apart from each other in a feat of super strength and I feel exhilarated! I fly up in this mall and decide to do step 2&mass telekinesis. My first attempt moved a few things rolling forward like a good gust of wind pushing them but not impressive. So I reached back and pushed my hands out in a big shoving motion down towards floor and many things(trash can, stroller, unidentified items) and the entire floor were slammed forward revealing dirt below. The scene goes dark and I remain patient like I have been doing lately. I feel myself laying back in bed but it still feels quite dreamlike and I remain still and patient and I hear couple of knocks to the left of my bed. I decide to do the glottal motionless RC. It is not conclusive it sounds kind of like what it would sound like in waking life if I am not doing it properly. I do the one where I clench my eyes, normally to nudge on the vibrations, and the vibrations are strong which I take to indicate that I'm still quite firmly in dreamland. And my wife starts to move but I assume that it is part of my common false awakenings. I roll over and I can feel that I'm still dreaming and fool around with my wife a little bit . I then start to wake up for real at least partially I think. Perhaps mostly awake this time but I do the clenched eyes again and the vibrations are much lighter but still noticeable like I have found many times when I'm starting to wake up or at the early stages of going to sleep. I find this fascinating and feel as if I discovered an important factor within my transition in and out of dreamland. I will have to experiment some more but basically after a while trying to go back into a dream my bladder got the best of me and I had to get up to urinate and when I came back and lay down I couldn't get any light vibrations at all from clenching my eyes softly or mentally, seeming to confirm that this is a way to indicate closeness to sleep along with heavy vibrations indicating fully asleep or at least at the doorstep of REM sleep. I think that I read someone else mentioning something very similar here on DV.

This lucid is from the morning of August 1st.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #226: Bum Steer

I’m driving on a long, tree-lined road when I remember that I was hoping to have a lucid dream. I become lucid and just sit still for a moment, still driving as the dream continues just as it did before. I have this slightly paranoid feeling like the dream is going to “catch me”, but nothing happens.

I settle in to driving for a bit, thinking about what I want to do, feeling pleased with how smoothly the transition to lucidity went. I come to a rightward curve in the road and turn the wheel, but the car refuses to follow my instructions. I crank the steering wheel hard over to the right but nothing is working. The left front tire grinds along the curb for a while, the car shudders, and after a few seconds, I’m thrown into the void.

I rub my hands together and try to move my legs in a walking motion. It sort of works but I’m not feeling proper resistance in my feet and I have the sensation of my legs flailing around. It feels like this is going too long and I recall how Dreamer used flight when her dream went dark. I take to the air and fly around for a bit, the sensation partway between flying and falling. I finally remember that I have had good luck singing when I fly through the dark.

But before I even have to do any singing, I find myself flying high over a city. There are two tall, ruby-red buildings below me that are shaped like stretched out hexagon. As I look at them, an unseen voice gives me some kind of garbled warning about “balls” and the dream ends.

Notes: Given the theme, It’s interesting (well, to me at least) that during the day I was implementing the character-steering code for our video game project. Maybe I’m a little anxious about how well it’s going to work.

I decided to begin with SAT (Sporadic Awareness Technique) which seems to be quiet suited for me as I get these moments when I doubt my surroundings. So far no LDs yet but I still hope for the best. I haven't been waking up that often anymore in between dreams which is kinda dissapointing. Maybe I should look up some auto-suggestion guides.

1. New car

My father bought a new car, I hadn't seen it yet but he told us (my family included) that it wasn't really a good looking car but very practical. Suddenly I see a commercial where they show of the car and I must say it was quiet ugly, both the shape and the colour. The steering wheel wasn't round but more oval and was supposed to be more comfortable for the driver. Suddenly I'm in the back and we're just driving down a road with this car in some city.

2. Flowers

It's a seperate dream from the first but we stop driving at some Industrial zone, we get out and walk around for a bit. It's quiet and we seem to be the only people around here, the roads are old and cracked open through which weeds grow. On both sides of the road I can see factories and parking lots I guess. I see a lot of white flowers around and start gathering them for some reason.

3. Waves

I'm somewhere on a beach, it's a small bay and the waves are quiet wild. I get in the water and I'm being thrown around when suddenly a menu pops up and brings up this raft-design display. First I make a classic looking raft which appears in my hands, I get up but it's quickly destroyed by the waves. My second raft is more modern looking using aluminium and a folding system to absorb the impacts of the waves. It goes good for some while and I make large jumps over the waves but after some time and a rough landing it breaks too. I get blown back to the shore and roll on the beach, infact I role back I think 20 meters and see that over the beach a highway runs. After some looking around I find out this isn't a nice beach surrounded by nature but it's actually in the middle of a harbor. I see my dad in the distance and know his cellphone is ringing because my mother is calling him from somewhere else. When he gets to me I quickly tell him to pick up his Phone, he seemed to not have noticed the calls. When I pick the phone and check the missed calls I see that my mother called 54 times. Then I see my mother walking from behind a screen.

4. Beethoven look

I'm with my family and we're getting a tour throughout a new house, however we begin in the cellar. It's dark, damp and there are several holes in the ceiling above. I quickly leave the group and go exploring on my own, somehow I get my finger stuck the hole of a wooden barrel. I wait for some time and call for some help and after some time the guide appears, he pulls me out. Then I notice an old dusty mirror on the wall, after I look into it I see my hair is very long. Like 15 centimeters, I don't like this look and tell my mother I look like Beethoven or Mozart or something. Then I'm suddenly in my bathroom with my mother who's brushing her hair. I ask her to cut my hair but she doesn't seem to be too interested in me.

I feel like most of the lucidity pegs were in the holes last night . . . not sure what I was missing, really. Maybe my awareness was low. I have been trying to up that a bit today . . . .

(??): I awake with the distinct impression that I had just been lucid! Unfortunately, not a single memory. Not sure what awoke me either--maybe just the autosuggestion I give myself to wake up and remember stuff! I take it as a good omen, though, and go back to sleep . . .

5:44 AM: I am in a movie theater with my wife and mom. Mom asks my wife why I keep pinching my nose (!). My wife explains to her that I'm "testing reality" and then my mom begins to pester me about RCing. I yell at her while walking down the hallways toward the movie. I ask her if she would rather spend the evening alone, and threaten to sit in the car for the rest of the night if she doesn't put a sock in it. She somehow transforms into one of my professors from college. He wanders down the hallway lamenting, "Literature!" as though I had turned my back on it forever.

My wife and I stop in front of a movie poster. It has black and green detail -- similar to night-vision goggles -- and is about lucid dreaming. She asks if I want to see it and I realize I have wanted to see it for some time. I check the run time (134 minutes!) and then check my watch (!). I realize we will not be out until very late. I am suddenly not so keen. Wife wants to stay now, however. She shows me where our theater screen will be. We will not be sitting in the main theater, but out in the hallway. Our screens are in front of us, to the left, and above us, to the left. She indicates them with a laser pointer, and a little smiley face appears where she points it. She tells me "This is a good thing," indicating the seats. Our view is obstructed by other movie goers. I tell her this is not a good thing and that we have terrible seats. We end up staying. Before the movie starts, we are asked to stand and clap our hands and sing to some music. My wife joins in with everyone. I just stand there because I don't want to sing.

(??): I am walking down a sidewalk and I realize I am dreaming. I also can distinctly feel the vagueness of the dream world. This is not a visual-quality issue, but more of a "this is a very unstable experience." Probably due to being fairly awake while trying to LD. I observe the dreamscape and allow the action to move of its own accord. I continue to mosey along, and then enter a shop to my left through a glass door. The shopkeeper or cashier is positioned behind a counter to my right. She sees me and my NL body attempts to walk past her; I choose to smile at her as I pass. As I make it to the back of the shop, I decide to test stability at this point. I feel that if I can just manage some concrete physical action, then the dream will be good to go. I nose pinch. I of course can breathe but this destabilizes the dream and I wake up, breathing deeply. Really a great time to DEILD, but I wasn't able to pull it off. Think REM needs to be a little more strongly asserted to get there!

This dream took place in the mountains. My sister was there even though I haven't seen her in about a year. I was exploring the outside a little bit with her when I found these golden coins hidden in the dirt. They had the names Joshua and Jordan on them. I was putting them into my pocket when I spotted a cotton swab that had been freshly unearthed. My sister's face got all distorted and her eyes widened. She said to me, "Don't disturb that! It is evil O_O...It will be bring bad luck to all women you know". So I covered it back up with dirt and we went back inside. My dad was there with a couple of his mountain buddies. I sat down with them. One guy was telling a really long, boring story when guy #2 interrupted him and started telling his own but with a more animated and charismatic voice. Guy #1 was offended and just kept talking louder, so guy #2 talked even louder. They kept going on in this manner for a couple minutes before I got up and left for my room upstairs.When I got into my room I saw an active blowtorch hanging on a patch of wall that had been charred black. I muttered to myself, "that can't be very safe" so I picked it up and turned it off. Nothing exciting. Woke up

In this dream, I was working for Gordon Ramsay but I realized that he was pure evil and he was cooking evil weapons to control the minds of the public. I remember he had a vortex beneath his kitchen. But I didn't fight him, I just worked on solving these complex physics equations with another chef. I will call this other chef.....John! I had just about solved an equation explaining the seemingly chaotic behavior of neutrons? or neutrinos? I don't know I think it changed between the two a couple of times. But then here comes John with his genius mind telling me that the reason for the anomaly was because there was an opposite particle that wasn't being accounted for. He added these entire other terms to the equation and I was pretty skeptical. He told me that he had won 100$!!!! for submitting this idea and I thought, OKAY you must be right then. Then my dad came out of nowhere and started about Gaussian neutrino distribution and stuff I've never heard of and that these things had been known for a long time and just not accepted because there was no way to prove anything.

Then I noticed my sister! hanging out next to me. I asked her what she was doing here, and she said to me, "I lost my job so I came back early". This made me sad but I was glad to see her.

NEXT DREAM. I only remember being in a hallway, staring out a window, when I realized that I was dreaming. I was about to walk through the window when I woke up.

another dream. This time I was on a navy vessel, traveling to a small country in Asia. I was hanging out with this gay girl and we were having a good time but she was really lonely because she hadn't had a girlfriend in a long time, so I decided to help her find one. We went all over the place talking to different girls until eventually she met eyes with another and the connection was seen. So I left them alone to talk and went over to the stern. We had arrived and there was a dock maybe 30 feet away from us. There were beautiful, naked, bronze women laying out in the sun, enjoying their weekend. I was about to jump off the ship and swim over to them when I noticed these crocodiles everywhere. One of them jumped up and bit off part of my toe somehow. Didn't hurt but I just thought, damn, another scar.

There was also a fragment where I was in an arena throwing fireballs.

Ritual: Went to bed 1am, woke at 2, too early to do anything, woke again at 5:40 with fresh NLD, so forced myself to get up and do a proper WBTB. Returned to bed at 6:15, did hybrid of SSILD and counting, but kept getting disturbed by environmental factors. Hard to sleep, eventually dozed off without awareness, finally woke at 7:20 and declared it a failed attempt. I could still squeeze in another hour of sleep though so I figured I'd just try FILD as a last resort.

After this things get confusing. My best guess is that I did FILD, then fell asleep and into a NLD, then... I woke up, or thought I did (might have been an FA), and did FILD again (possibly in the dream state). Then I noticed that my arm was lying free on the bed rather than tucked under my pillow as usual, so I thought, "Fine, I'll do the stupid nose pinch RC," and what do you know, I could breathe! So I knew I was dreaming, but I was very perplexed. I had just been doing FILD and hadn't observed any kind of transition or even a momentary lapse of awareness in which the transition could have occurred. How could I have fallen asleep and not realized it? In retrospect, I really do think that this started as an FA that I mistook for a real waking, so I did FILD without realizing that I was already dreaming. Hey, whatever works.

So I sat up, and immediately became more perplexed. I was in a bed, but it was not the one I had gone to sleep in, and the bedroom also bore no resemblance to mine in RL. I got up and started looking around, but then I realized that I recognized the place after all: hadn't I been having a non-lucid dream here, just before I woke up and tried that FILD attempt? (This also argues for the FILD-during-FA hypothesis, and it wouldn't be the first time I've had a "WILD" that was initiated from within an ongoing dream—a DIWILD?)

This is hard to confirm because I always have a hard time putting dream events in their proper sequence, but there were events I remembered taking place in this building that don't seem lucid and don't fit into my memory of the lucid episode, so I think that must be what happened. That is, all the previous events took place downstairs, but the entire lucid sequence took place upstairs in what I took to be the same house.

NLD: Earlier when I was downstairs, there had been some complicated narrative I don't recall, but it resulted in me opening the front door several times to let cats into the house. At one point there was a really big one, an orange tabby, both large-bodied and very plump. When I saw him sitting on the doorstep I thought he was the biggest cat I'd ever seen, and I invited him in and closed the door. But there had been two or three other orange tabbies of normal size sitting with him, so I relented and opened the door again to let them in too. "Okay, fine, we'll just let them all in." I knew we didn't have room for them all, but figured it wouldn't be fair to turn them away after I'd already let in others. We could sort it out later.

After this I stood in the entry and watched the extra-big cat ambling away down the hall. Now it was even larger than it had seemed at first, with a lean, bony frame that was not at all cat-like. In fact, I thought I recognized what it was, and said to someone standing nearby, "That cat looks an awful lot like a moose. You know, I think it might actually be just a moose with no horns." Only it was still orange, which seemed a very odd color for a moose.

DIWILD: So apparently this all happened earlier, before the FILD attempt, and afterwards I was convinced I was still in the same house. In the wall facing the end of the bed was a doorway to another room, and when I went inside, I encountered someone that I immediately recognized as the moose-cat from earlier, although now he was a human-looking man with orange hair. I was still curious, so I asked him, "Are you a cat or a moose?"

"I have three types of glands," he answered, and I had the impression he was suggesting that he was both, and something more besides, a protean type of creature.

The two of us sat down on the couch, and for a moment my dream libido took over, and I started making out with him. But as things got more intense I recognized that this was a distraction and would accomplish nothing useful. Didn't I have tasks to do? I remembered that last night I had been on DV looking over the monthly tasks for August, and there had been one that I particularly wanted to try out. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. So I disentangled myself from moose-cat-man's embrace and said firmly, "Tell me a word in a foreign language."

It was hard to make out what he said at first. It sounded like "Arab mormon."

"What?" I wasn't sure if I had heard him correctly.

This time he distinctly just said, "Mormon."

It didn't sound like a word in a foreign language, but whatever. Run with it. "Alright, now tell me what it means."

"A married man."

I wasn't very satisfied with this result and wanted to try again. Another DC was in this room, sitting on another small couch further along the same wall, so I went and sat down next to him. This time I made sure my instructions were more explicit from the start: "I want you to tell me a word in a foreign language, and then tell me what it means."

"Sprenn," he said promptly.

"Spread?" I repeated what I had thought I heard at first.

"Sprenn," he clarified, and helpfully spelled it for me. "S-P-R-E-N-N."

"Okay, what does it mean?"

At this he smiled coyly, as if embarrassed. "I'll... tell you later."

I had the impression it must be a word for something naughty, but I needed to find out. "Please?" I wheedled. He shook his head.

I decided to be more forceful. "Come on, you have to tell me!" I tried to think of how to back this up, and added, "It's my homework assignment."

He tried to explain in a roundabout way: "It has to do with the city of Myrkbalik, and the laws of Garibaldi."

The two names he mentioned sounded complicated, so I wanted to make sure I had heard them correctly. "What was the name of the city? Mrkbalik?" He nodded. "And the second name? Garibaldi? Garifaldo?" This reminded me of a name I had heard in waking life, so I tried to remember, then joked with him, "The laws of Janeane Garofolo?"

He laughed, though it wasn't clear whether or not he recognized the pop culture reference, and repeated the name for me. It still sounded closer to "Garibaldi" than anything, though I had so much to remember at this point that I didn't dare ask him to try to spell it. Already in the back of my mind I was cycling through data points "mormon... married man... sprenn... mrkbalik..." trying to make sure I would be able to preserve them through waking.

Mrkbalik... that's how it sounded, and I didn't ask him to confirm the spelling of that one either. But he had said it was a city name, and to my ears it sounded Russian or Eastern European. I had a sudden insight about this DC, and asked him, "You majored in Slavic studies, didn't you?" He confirmed this.

I felt as though this conversation was winding down, so I got up and crossed the room. Against the opposite wall was a sort of shelving unit, framing square cubbyholes about the size you might put a pair of shoes in, six cubbies high and six wide. It was resting on some elevated base so that the fourth row of cubbies up was equal with my eye level. I looked in this row and saw that a couple of the cubbies were inhabited by small kittens. Could the kittens talk, I wonder? If so, I might even try the task again. But as I was wondering this, the little grey tabby kitten in the cubby I was peering into addressed me first. It had a tiny creaky high-pitched voice, like you might expect of a kitten, and said something about how its eyes were damaged or hurting. I was troubled to hear this and wondered how I might help. Since this was a dream, I figured the most effective way to help the kitten would be to correct its expectations. I smiled and said encouragingly, "No, your eyes are perfectly fine!" We had a few more exchanges like this, where the kitten would say something upsetting and I tried to reassure it. I don't remember anything afterwards so around this time I guess I woke up, although I don't have a distinct sense of the moment when it happened.

I remember watching an episode of Red vs Blue. I remember various parts of it. That's all.

i had a dream last night.....

i was some form of darkness..... just a bodyless entity floating through the woods on a fall day... the time period was around medieval era.... and i was very lonely. i cane a across a log cabin and i remeber just watching the man who lived in there for a very long time... like until he passed away...


then the dream fast fowards, and i am in a human form now.... though there is still darkness within me. the time has jumped ahead. it's like around the 50's. i live in a beautiful home with an amazing husband. but yet the darkness still lingers. my eyes are a blood red, and i have to wear contacts every single day so my husband doesn't see them. and i have to eat flesh and blood to sustain, along with souls. strangly, we live in a normal looking white house from the 50's, but it is in the exact spot where the log cabin had been centuries before. our live where completly normal, beyond what i was. i would sneak out in the late hours of the night, to go feast on animals flesh blood and souls. it wasn't the most 'nutritious', if you will; (think of it like fast food). if i wanted to be healthy, it had to be humans... but i didn't know this. so as time goes on i got a little sicker and sicker...

one day, my husband had 3 of his friends over, but one of them had to bring their kids for whatever reason. by this point in time, i was very very hungry. not only where the animals not satisfying my hunger, but i also hadn't feasted on any in about a week because my husband had been staying up late doing things. things where changing... my skin had grown darker... my eyes where a darker shade of red... i was very irratable and bitchy. and i constant need to feed.... human food and bevarage did nothing for me.

so my husband had his friends over, i'll leave out all the small talk and bs-ing around that they did. i was trying to mind my own buisness reading a newspaper in the kitchen when i heard banging and laughing coming from the basement/downstairs... and the only thing down there was our room. i sighed, annnoyed, and went down to see what those damn kids where up too. when i got down there, there they where. the 2 boys maybe 6 and 8 years old. jumping up and down on our bed, laughing and giggling, smacking each other with the pillows. the room was trashed. i was beyond furious....

i screamed at them to stop immediately, and to get out. they stopped and just kind of looked at me for a moment.... and then went right back to it. and then i snapped. i let out a low blood curling scream. my eyes glowed and my contacts popped out. claws grew out of my hands. fangs shot out of my mouth. before the children had any time to react, i grabbed the bed by the bottom frame, and flipped it over completly. the 2 boys where stick underneath it. i laughed manically as i picked up one by the neck with one had and stared into his eyes. the complete terror and fear in his eyes only fueling the darkness. "ohhh child... yo ushould have listened to you elders hmm??" i then snapped his neck simply by squeezing it and threw him to the side. he hit the dresser with a thud and landed on the floor. the other child stuck under the bed, was able to see the whole thing. and he was screaming. i picked the bed up with one arm, and stood there with my other hand on my hip. i watched him scramble for the door, falling down twice before making it. just as he hit the doorframe i threw the bed at him, as he spalltered against the wall and his guts went flying everywhere. i laughed to myself "pathetic child." I then went over to the other boy i had already killed and began feasting, wripping his flesh with my mouth scratching him and tilting my head back to drink all the blood... and then suddenly i heard a scream. a scream that i had heard only once, when my husband was in danger. and my sense came rushing back to me. 'what have i done...' was all i could think. i just sat on the floor with my head down. covered in the childs blood guts and organs.my husband and his 3 friends surrounded me, and the dream fades to black....

the dream fades in, and im in a prison cell, in a strange form. i'm something between human and... not. the closest resemblance i guess is like a smaller version of pyramid head? but without the pyramid. our skin looks exactly like it. and we are in rags. there is no difference between the male and females we are all andgrogynous and identical. here's a picture for some refrence.
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there's 4 of us in my cell, we all look exactly like this. and across from us in the other cell is another 4 who look exactly as we do. there are collars around all of us. i'm assuming that is what bound us to our current forms. just then a loudspeaker goes off. it tells us to line up in front of our cells near the bars. we all do so accordingly. apparently i have done this many times before, as i'm very familiar with everything. (implying i have been in the cell for a long time). a door opens and more of our "kind" come shuffling through in a straight line. we all hold our hands out throw the bars and attempt to touch them. we all frantically try to grab them as they walk past us. they make half hearted attempts to touch each and everyone of us as a human guard pushes them along with a cattle prod. they combatants. they are taken from their cells and forced to compete in an arena for humans and animals... and most times they end up killing each other. because no one shares they prey. they are far too hungry for that. we won't die from starvation but we will go mad.

the time passes forward, and i've become a combatant in the arena. it was my first time going out. we released into a fake suburb sort of dome, where humans and animals where running around frantically trying to escape us. it was chaos. many of us would kill something and start feasting on it, only to have another one of us smash their head in and steal the food. i grabbed an ardvark and smashed its head in, then began make my way towards a house. managed to grab a dog on the way. i went into the living room with my collectings and devoured the advark whole. right as i began to eat the dog, another creature of darkness came into the living room. while we looked identical due to these collars keeping us in this strange state, our voices where not inhibited. i stared him down, waiting for him to make a move, still lurching over my pray. eventually he spoke, in a panicked voice. he was young. his voice was a tennager boy. "p-please! i mean no harm! i'm just trying to survive!". i stand up and walk over to him, dragging the dog by the tail. when i'm in front of him i just stop and stare at him. he starts shaking and cowers a little bit. i tilt my head to the side, just to toy with him a little more. he says "oh no" and falls to his knees cowering. i then rip the dog in half and give him half. "eat." i said. then i sit down next to him and begin eateing my half. he just looks at me confused for a minute... then begins eating the dog like he's never eaten before. and as we sit in the room devouring our meals the dream fades to black and ends...

Dream 1

I am round my friends house and we are cleaning up his house because it was a mess to help his mum out. We were going paintballing the next day so we were cleaning up so she would let him go. We finished and decided we wanted some weed. So we got the weed. We rolled it up and we were about to smoke it but I had to go home. So we decided we needed to sell it. We thought of who would want it, we remembered a friend and rang him. He said he would buy and he'd be round soon. We are in his house and we here a helicopter, he had come to pick it up in a helicopter! We stuffed the weed in a pair of my friends jeans pocket, we walked through the kitchen and told his mum we were swapping a pair of jeans for something of his. We let him have the jeans as well in the end. The scene changes and I am getting a lift home from someone and he drops me off a few hundred meters from my front door.

Dream 2

I am playing Ice Hockey at my local Ice Skating Rink. The rink was split into 3 sections, 1 was for experts, another for intermediates and the last for beginners. I was going to go in intermediates but chose beginners. I put my skates on and the felt really lose. The coach said to me 'they have put football laces in all of the skates that is probably why.' I started skating and it felt like they were going to fall off. So I tightened them up even more and after this they were fine. We were playing a match and I was doing great, I was weaving in and out of people and I could hit the puck really good. I scored about 4/5 goals, one was an absolute screamer. At one point I hit the puck pretty high up against the glass and I noticed there was quite a lot of parents watching me. That was when I decided I was going to play really good and try get man of the match. When I started playing good the coach was watching another game. At one point in the game there was a fight, this was weird for beginners. 2 people were battering each other, this was on the other side to me, everyone was watching, the coach split it up and one guy stood up bleeding from the face, they both got took off the pitch. Also about halfway through the game, the coach was deciding what music to put on. He was looking at the Lil B - Wonton SOup video and said nah not this. I told someone who I knew liked Lil B and he took his laptop when he weren't looking an put on a Lil B song.

Dream 3

I was talking to one of my friends from when I was back at school. We were talking about ICT and I was saying I never passed it. He said he did. Then he told me his password to his account at school was 'DumDum'. I told another one of my friends this and we decided we would go into school in the summer one day and hack his account. So we went to school the 3 of us to hack his account. I walked into the common room and there was about 4 students who were there, I was thinking 'Wow, its a bit sad coming school in the summer.' We logged on and got into his account. We were sitting round a table, and we ll pulled out our guns and admired them. We said it was strange how we get given a gun each for finishing school. The we got bored and left, on the way out a fat teacher from the school ran and jumped on my friend. She tried to take his gun, I think? Then she said 'I don't like booty!'. We were annoyed how can she say she doesn't like booty because she is fat. Everyone likes booty. So he pulled the gun out on her and she got off. I was walking out and she jumped on me. Wow, how dare she do this two times. I got my gun, pulled it out aimed it at her face and told her to get off. She did. I went and told my friends.

I'm a bit disappointed - did my session and included the recall section - and - am graced with maybe the worst recall of the comp and no lucid..
A WBTB with trying to WILD, only very shortly, though - didn't bring me nowhere either.

Na well - I will cobble together one dream at least and three fragments a bit later on.

Morning of August 3, 2014. Sunday.



This dream occurred in four main sections but with several other minor scenes. Its first is related to a mysterious small rock with Mayan glyphs (also called Mayan hieroglyphs) supposedly related to alien technology being around during the time that the writing was new. Two students at my old middle school (probably grade eight) talk about the rock and what it could mean. Later, it is studied by my teachers and is going to be used for experiments and to advance one particular student as some sort of “prince” or “king” in mostly a metaphorical sense, it seems. I think this may be the same old “replay” of a real-life event where a fellow student found a “rock” back in fourth grade (which was actually made mostly of concrete) with the “writing from an old Russian newspaper about the Sputnik” being said to be on it. It was actually from an American newspaper with mirrored writing (due to it somehow being transferred into the concrete when it set - I assume, a bit like Silly Putty) but nothing would convince this other student. The only “English” letters “reversed” in Cyrillic (but having a different pronunciation) were the “R” and “N” - yet my classmate really thought it was Russian.

My dream meanders into unrelated events and ideas for the most part, though the rock mostly remains a main element that relates to some sort of supposed “magic” or possibly advanced technology that seems like magic. Another two students are talking about it in front of the middle school and who the person is that the rock supposedly “picked” to be an advanced student of telekinesis and such. I am much younger in my dream (as is often the case) and am somewhat annoyed that people are claiming the rock is special or attributed to things which I know it is not. During this time, I actually seem to be present inside a “movie” or “fictional world” - yet it is a movie of which the “actors” do not know they are actors - almost like a forced “organic replay” where there is minimal free will to manifest a story continuity for an unseen audience by which a few may actually participate (vaguely similar to a “Star Trek” holodeck but much larger; the size of a planet). I watch and listen in on one scene regarding a minor conflict and one male notices me (although in one mode, the viewer is not seen at all even when present and close to a character) but I tell him that I am only there as a spectator - speaking in a manner that I “know” I am dreaming (yet in contrast to this, I am not actually lucid). I casually wave to him and he waves back briefly and absentmindedly with two fingers extended horizontally, leaving the area near the portico’s rectangular column which the group had been near.

From there, I walk into a large room. A boy is trying to make the rock float in the air through some sort of implied telekinetic ability but is not doing that well. This is supposedly the special “chosen” boy to be the student of the implied extinct(?) alien culture. The male teacher of about thirty or younger is patiently guiding him, giving him encouragement and instructions as other students and I think a few members of the public look on. Knowing that mainstream society mostly only has pretense in such things and actually ignores or fears people with any truly unusual abilities, I start to think on a mischievous level. I casually focus on the rock and cause it to float quite high into the air, almost to the ceiling. After this I make a few motions with my right hand and cause the rock to spin and move in a circle quite rapidly (fast enough to cause a breeze inside the building with an implied faux nonthreatening “tornado”), also forming an implied large circle in midair just below the ceiling for several minutes. Even though I am able to do this effortlessly, apparently I am not the “chosen” of the rock - someone without a clue is. In some ways, this annoys me, but in other ways, I am thankful for my anonymity.

The teacher, of course, is frustrated by my antics and does not see it in a way that would logically dictate that I am the one with the abilities and higher potential and not the other boy, but this is not the issue anymore, and is typical of mainstream culture and “herd mentality”, I reason. As such (regarding “herd mentality”) as I leave the room, I “magically” transform (with a fairly effortless mental focus) an industrial floor polisher (the larger ride-on type) into an elephant, deliberately taking my time as it slowly transforms and begins to trumpet as soon as the transition is complete. I can sense the teacher’s aggravation and find it amusing, knowing that many people will find it hard to leave the room upon being blocked by the elephant. (Doing such, I am still not lucid. This seems to have another childhood association where I mentally manipulated a small elephant marionette, from a distance and while invisible, in a school show - the elephant being a representation of the Carol Burnett cleaning lady character.)

Later, I seem to be walking through my sister Marilyn’s old house (she died this year), but it is larger and different. My brother Jim (deceased) is on my left. I apologize for “bringing” him to the location (I am still not lucid, though) but he does not seem to mind and mentions something about having been sleeping for a time, also implying that he had been watching television at one point. Another sister (also deceased) is in the house but goes to the backyard. Somehow we end up coming from the backyard and walking towards the house even though we had just been walking through the house towards the back door (though there is a vague idea that we had actually walked back and around from the south side of the house where there is a sidewalk in reality). Jim then goes up to the landing of a fictional wooden staircase (about seven steps) near a fictional embankment near the back door and somehow slowly slides, seemingly by intent, between the edge of part of the landing (on the left side) and down under the staircase and into the ground, which seems quite unusual in afterthought. My dream loses cohesion after this.

Dream - Lucid

I had woken up for a little while and I was having trouble going back to sleep. I decided to try to meditate to see if that would help. I cleansed my chakras and did some affirmations, and it worked!

Not only did it work, but I felt myself enter a dream. I was lucid immediately, and it felt quite stable. I was in my room at my parents' house. It was set up the way I had it when I was in middle school/part of high school. It was dark and nighttime out.

Of course, the first thing I did was call to Mike, but I got no response. Oh well. Onto other things.

I decided to try to make some portals. I hadn't done that in a very, very long time. The first portal I made was to erm...a sex world where I was the only female. I figured since this was my dream, I could go wherever I wanted, even if it was just for pleasure. Anyway, I drew the outline, and it was the oily rainbow color that it usually is, and jumped into it. Details will be spared, but it was an interesting experience. I woke up for one part of it, but I DEILD'd back into it. When I went back into the dream and other things happened, I woke up and again had to DEILD.

Upon the second DEILD, I found myself again in my dark childhood bedroom. I drew another portal and entered it. I intended to go to an astral world. When I got there, it was outdoors and sunny out. It had some nature around, so it wasn't like a city. I decided to try to change my outfit. There was, conveniently enough, a full-length mirror in front of me. I stepped away from it for a second, and imagined myself in a long, strapless, ballroom-type red dress. I stepped back in front of the mirror, and the dress looked nothing like I imagined, being a short, tight red dress -_-. I then tried again, and this time, it was a skimpy, see-through black lingerie type outfit. Nope. I kept doing it and getting different red and black dresses. I finally settled on a black one, I believe, though again, it didn't look like the one I imagined.

At some point, I woke up and DEILD'd again. I was back in the dark bedroom. This time, I decided to try to get to Teraluna, since it had been awhile since I'd tried. I drew my portal, and was going to write "Teraluna" in the center, but I decided to just fill it in instead. I jumped in, and was then inside of another dark room. Hyu was asleep on a bed there. I figured he must be sleeping IWL. I approached him.
"Hyu?"
He opened his eyes.
"Krista?" he said. He seemed surprised to see me.
"It's been so long since we've talked," I said to him. I don't remember his response. I do believe there was more conversation here, though, of course, I can't recall it. -_-'

We were then somewhere else, another world. I didn't see Hyu, but I was with a tall, thin person in a green shirt with a bob haircut. I thought maybe it was Hyu, but it was a woman...I saw that she had boobs. I was kind of confused, because it still seemed to be Hyu; I felt that it was, though the looks were deceiving. He told me it was him, and that he had just changed his form. Ahhh. Makes sense now.

I do not remember all the details of every place that we went, but we traveled around via portal quite a bit. There would be times when I woke and DEILD'd, and I'd end up back in the dream with Hyu where we left off. I also know that he changed his form a few times, once appearing as the tall skinny Asian guy that he first appeared to me as.

There were also points where I would do a finger count RC, but it would always fail; I would always count 5 fingers on each hand. Interesting.

Finally, I woke, and decided to end the DEILD chain. I was a little disoriented at first, thinking that I was still in my room at my parents' place. I turned over and went to sleep, entering a non-lucid dream.

~

Dallas and I were going to have a wedding ceremony. We were already married, but we had to have the formal ceremony. It was to be at a church. I pictured us walking in from outside with many other people, me in my dress and Dallas in his tux. It was a sunny day. I was picturing it in 3rd person.

Scene skip, though the wedding thing still applies. I was eating at a restaurant with a couple that looked to be in their mid-thirties. They also looked kind of country, and quite skinny. I remember the man had a country accent. There was someone else with us, but I can't recall who. The guy got up to go to the bathroom or something, and I saw on his plate three hot dog buns. They were not separated, but still whole without the slit down the middle being all the way through. I started to separate them for him. One of them looked very lopsided, and I was trying to fix it. He came back, and got onto me about trying to help him to separate his buns (lol separate his buns). He said it was rude. I apologized. I had only been trying to help.

Then, I got up to go do something. When I returned, no one was at the table; it's like everyone had gotten up to go, and no one was watching the table. There was a bill on the table, plus an extra fee of $4 for leaving without paying. Ugh, frustrating. We hadn't intended that to happen.

~

I was watching some weird version of the movie "Hook", where Hook is redeemed and finds his place in the human world. Towards the end of the movie, someone says "run home Jack", like they do in the actual movie, but it jars something inside of Hook, and he remembers that his name is actually Jack, and he gets overjoyed as he remembers his true identity, and somehow gets to the human world, though I can't remember how. I then remember seeing a commercial in the movie of an older version of him being topless with only underwear on. He was very fat with boobs, and trying to cover up his nipples as he jumped around with other people on the TV screen. I don't know what he was advertising, but he failed to cover up his very large nipples at one point. Pretty sure it wasn't an accident. Something about breast milk. I saw some coming out of his nipples. He was talking about "alternative milk". I thought about how that wasn't possible unless you were lactating after pregnancy. I couldn't believe they put that in the movie.

~

I was "recalling" my dream adventure with Hyu, trying to put the details together. I don't remember Hyu being there at all. All the worlds were somehow linked within a story line that was chained together through children's nursery rhymes and such. I remember being in a city at one point, and my brother being there at another point. He was talking on the phone. I remember at one point being in a bathroom and pooping...a lot.

I think these false memories made it harder for me to recall more details of my lucid adventures. Ugh. Dumb.

~

So more lucidity, and a visit with Hyu! Meditation really seems to help, and of course intention. I've also noticed over the years that I tend to LD more when I am laying on my back to sleep, which is not a common sleeping position for me. When I was meditating, I fell asleep, and I had been laying on my back as I usually am while I meditate. But there have been times where I haven't been meditating, but I've fallen asleep on my back, and even had a WILD that way. An interesting observation. I wonder what the link is between LDs and sleeping position? Does anyone have an ideas, or has there been any research done on it (formal or informal, it doesn't matter)?

I've had this strange false awakening today. Well, like every other false awakening, I found myself in my bed. Still lying down, I tried to recall the dreams I had had. There were at least four of them and one of them was a lucid. I remembered quite some details about all of them, but when I woke up for good I was unable to recall anything more than this. I wonder if the dreams I recalled within the dream actually were dreams I had had during the night or just mere projections that appeared at that moment.