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I was leaving class trying to reach to the bus. As I am walking on the stairway toward the bus. I turn around and realize I have forgotten my jacket. I went to the bus driver and ask her to wait a bit longer so I can retrieve my belongings. She nod her head and I began running off. On my way to the school again, the scenario had change to me being in the garage. I was still thinking about not being able to retrieve my stuff on time to the bus driver. I suppose the bus driver had already left. My father was angry at me for losing the items and did not believe the story I gave him about what happen.

However then my brother had appeared and explain to the both of us that I had been telling the truth. My brother was informed from a woman that said she witness my entire ordeal. After the explanation, they both decided it was best to sleep now and discuss more later. I began to feel dizzy and figure they're right.
Before I had the chance, the scene had once again change. The scenario formed itself in to a video gameplay. After watching this gameplay for 5 seconds. I realize I was dreaming. I kept watching the two video game characters fight in till I notice them vanish like a mirage.

I quickly examine where I was and discover I was in father room. I assume I was awake now. I check the time on the vcr and it seem pretty legit. The sky seem to be spot on to the time as well. My suspicion was almost completely depleted in till I notice a large CD on the ground. I found it very strange and decided to pick it up however I notice my fingers and decided to observe them. Nothing appeared odd about them. That's when I check window again and notice the sun began rising quickly that made the sunlight beam through the night too quickly to be real. I pronounce I was dreaming again. I woke up. Lucidity Time: 1 minute

I just had one of those "Stupidest Ways You've Missed Lucidity" dreams. I always wake up frustrated after I have a dream where I am discussing lucid dreaming with someone and don't catch that I am dreaming.

Dream:

I am in my grandparents house with my mom and sister. I also see Marie walk by with her new Japanese friend. They are all dressed up. I am on what I think is the treadmill, but it seems to have a computer on it and I am reading from a lucid dreaming website. (I don't remember anything about it being Dreamviews specifically). I remember reading a post where someone is suggesting using a "mana bar" to help them with dream powers. I think about my World of Warcraft character, and how she uses a mana bar for her spells to work, and I think, "What a stupid idea!" In fact, I decide to rant to my mom and sister about just how stupid I think that idea is. I remember saying something like, "What...like I am supposed to make this mana bar over my head while I fly and stuff. And what happens if I run out of mana? Do I crash to the ground? That's just so dumb. I don't need mana to have my powers. I'll never run out. I just need to believe." And I think I went on a bit longer to my poor dream mom and sister.

Then I remember sitting down at the kitchen table and asking my sister to pout me a bowl of cereal. She poured cereal into my bowl and what came out of the box was just marshmallows and chocolate chips. I said, "Whoa, I can't eat this." And she started scooping it back into the box. I said, "Wait, you can leave a few chocolate chips."

And then my sister tells me about all these coupons she got from a cereal company by commenting on their website.


Of course when I woke up I realized that it was my own subconscious that came up with the dumb mana bar idea. And that I missed a chance to become lucid, as well.

*I recall brief moments.*

I was sitting in my room. Through the window I saw it was cloudy morning. It was raining. I was playnig an xbox game. I stood up, went to the kitchen, and took a glass of water. I went back to my room, played for a while, and drank. It tasted weird. It was kinda bittery. I went back to kitchen, and saw a colofrul cat peeing into all the glasses. Disgusted I cleaned the glass and brushed me teeth. Next my mother arrived, and we drove to the city.

Unfortunately I can only vaguely remember a dream with Sydney Files and playing against her in some sport

I wound up back in the first day of fifth grade where I was given the opportunity to redo my life from here. I remember thinking about what changes that I wanted to make, mistakes I wanted to avoid making, etc.

I noticed that my friend CH was not in the class, and that was weird because I met him in the fifth grade.

The teacher had us doing icebreaker activities to get to know one another. There were some familiar faces from my fifth grade class in the room. The room also felt bigger than I remember it.

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We got assigned math homework.

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Time went by very fast. It was one of those dreams where it seems as though years have passed when you wake up. But there wasn't much filler in the years between fifth grade and now, my freshman year of college, or at least that I could remember.

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I recall being on a tropical vacation with my old crush from high school. We were swimming together in a coral reef somewhere in the Caribbean. The reef actually looked pretty lame. There was some garbage and it looked to not have a lot of coral, mostly rocks and stuff.

She screamed and told me that I had a spaghetti monster tendril around my leg. I kept trying to get it off, but it was tied in a knot around my leg. Eventually I simply broke it off and managed to get out of the water.

Now there was a reason I was scared of this. In the dream, Spaghetti Monsters were (now I know there is a user on this website named Flying Spaghetti Monster, I hope that he is in no way offended.) some kind of poisonous sea creature. Although their tendrils were painless, long after touching them you would start to swell up until you would explode.

There was some kind of history about these creatures, that someone had supposedly come to the island in 1850 and killed all of them in order to extract their toxin and use it as a terror weapon.

We had a big duffel bag on the beach. I first found a towel, then a bottle of 'Spaghetti monster ointment'. I had my crush (who at some point got replaced with my mom) help me rub it where the tentacle had been. My foot was already starting to swell. The ointment seemed to work though, because the swelling went down and I felt fine.

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At some point I tried to redo my life again from kindergarten.

I wanted to take tennis lessons. My mom was taking tennis lessons with an instructor who I had also talked with over the phone. So my mom, me, and my two sons went to talk to him. The weather was gorgeous and there was an ocean right next to where he was. He was an Asian looking older man more like someone one would expect to teach martial arts stereotypically. When we came he was lounging on top of a low wall that encircled the fitness center. As we talked my younger son who is six was hanging off my back piggy back style, and my older son who is nine was hanging off the back of a stroller (?! Why a stroller?). I asked the instructor whether he could teach me tennis during weekends because I work during weekdays. He said not during the summer because the local students swim in the pools during the weekend and thus there are no tennis lessons. ( It was apparently summer in my dream even though it is winter here now in waking life.) So I asked about classes in the Fall, and he said no problem. In the meantime I said you could continue to give me lessons over the phone (?!). He suggested that I do weight training and that carrying a child in front of me would be good weight training (yeah, right). Visually this dream was quite vivid, but I did not hear the ocean nor feel my son's full weight.

My husband and sons and I discovered that a local restaurant of ours had been tracking our left over food and we were expected to order that. There was for example a left over steak I had had last week.

I was looking at a very professionally looking website which in my dream was my dad's and he had a section with our family photos and his photos.

I was driving and my mom was a passanger. Suddenly she stepped out of the car while it was in motion, as if that was a thing commonly done. I was a bit shocked, but she seemed quite ok.

01:06 ugh late, behind schedule

early:

There were probably more dreams, I don't get up, catching up on sleep

+ cooking steak for the family & cousins (on a grill / in a toaster oven?), they're impatient and I'm serving them

I keep slicing pieces of the steak off to serve them and so the remaining pieces will cook faster.

09:16

+ earthquake while sitting on floor talking to guy; wrapping a present package/book; inspecting/pulling thing out of toenail find a huge rotting cavity in toe with rotten teeth growing in it; mini-portable washer/dryer, runs on a hose, can I take it home?; spreading out the soap in a running washing machine; see books on wall, kids would feel nostalgic about their old rooms

I'm sitting on the floor in a room talking to some guy when I think I feel the entire floor moving. I say "is that an earthquake?" I'm sure it's an earthquake. The whole floor is moving back and forth, up and down, it's doing this for a while.

I'm inspecting my toenail on my big toe (same place, with same guy?), I see a little "chunk" of something (fluff? nail? tooth?) at the right corner where the nail meets the toe, I pull it out with some tool. I see a little hole see some black rot and look closer and discover a huge cavity there it's like the entire toe is hollow, inside there are soft rotten teeth growing I'm digging around in there to get them out, it's nasty.

I'm looking at a cute little portable washer/dryer machine, it's sitting on top of the full-sized washer and dryer, I'm talking to my parents about it. I think it's just large enough to be able to wash a single piece of underwear and a single shirt together. There is a coiled up garden hose around it, this is the water supply. It's cube shaped and about the size of a bowling ball polishing device or microwave oven. I wonder if I can take this back home with me on the plane.

I'm standing in a room in my old house, I see a book/toy shelf on the wall and think my kids would be nostalgic for their old/childhood rooms if they came here. I'm not sure if I'm in son S2's room or the office, probably the office I decide since there's a book shelf there.

I'm wrapping a present, it's a book, I pull off a piece of tape from the roll and it gets folder over on itself and isn't sticky any more. I pull it apart then attach it to the wrapping to the book, then pull off another piece of take and do the other side, it's not very well wrapped.

+ annoyed by noisy motorcycle, he pulls up, his wheels are shredded, sis and bro-in-law are helping him

Talking outside with sister and brother-in-law, a really loud motorcycle is riding around it's very annoying, he rides up to us and stops right next to us, I start to tell him off but I say "Hey,…" then the words catch in my mouth and I decide not to say anything more. His suit/motorcycle are blue and orange. I notice the tires on his wheels are entirely shredded, that's where all the noise is coming from. There's some rubber/left on the front wheel but on the back wheel he's riding on the bare rims basically. He mentions that he's in line at the free motorcycle repair clinic at the park but in about 50th position. My sister/brother-in-law move to help him with his wheels.

+ order a chili dog with soy sauce

In a cafeteria line, order a chili dog with some soy sauce.

+ walking up a street and see "cave paintings" outside a bar on the wall, local "Cossacks"

I think, "Where there Cossacks in B.?"

+ in a restaurant with an asian young man friend. The restaurant is packed, every table is full. He's pouring me drinks and we're drinking. Purplish drink (IWL I was in an asian-themed restaurant for dinner yesterday and had a tasty hot purple fruit/berry tea). I drink from the spout on the irregularly shaped rim of the glass and he says "if you drink from there then (….ARGH forgot what he said)," I jokingly responded "yeah that's what I'm doing". He offers to pour me some "nutrient boost?" which is also purplish, then he pours a huge amount in my glass, I'm concerned about that much, I don't want to get diarrhea.

I'm struggling to get myself in a lucid dream. That one time I was lucky, but since then the dreams have been pretty much controlling me with the occassional attempt at the end of me telling myself this isn't how I want it to end and able to change the ending slightly, but that's about it. Instead I've been having disturbing dreams.

Dream 1

Several nights ago I dreamt I had found a small snake in the house. It was red and white and I wasn't sure if it was poisonous or not. It kept striking at me as I tried to find a way to get it out the house. I then found a long stick with a hook that looked like a massive key ring on it and I found a way to hook the snake on it and then threw it outside. But the metal was strained like it had been prised open and was quite sharp, and it cut the snake into 3. I looked outside to see the tail and head still moving, the head was severely damaged and exposing muscle. Seeing it was still alive but in pain I quickly picked up a small tupperware box and put all 3 parts into it carefully, then called out to Tony saying "Tony, we're going to need to take it to a vet." We got to a vet and when I opened the box I saw 2 heads. The vet said the second head was just a ghost head and nothing to worry about. The tail had somehow reattached itself to the body but it wasn't on properly and I could see into the tail and it was hollow, the head was still moving and I could sense that the snake knew we were trying to help it so it had calmed down to let us help but it was in a lot of pain. I was starting to take control of the dream as it was coming to a close in wanting to separate the tail from the body and reattach it properly, and seconds from waking I managed to see the part where the vet had severed the tail and was now pressing it against the body to reattach it and another vet went to get some bandages to hold it in place.

Dream 2

I was playing a prank on my cousins who were back as children except for the eldest one. We were walking down a street and I was creeping up behind them as if to scare them and then hide my hands again as if I wasn't up to anything. We neared a building and my eldest cousin was in a room that was his. His sister came in knowing I needed money and said she would sell her guitar to get me some money. I told her not to do that. We went outside and saw down the street a massive alien pod that had opened up. My cousin told us all to get into a giant spaceship that sort of looked like the one in Battlestar Galactica. My mother was there too and a few other people who were related or meant something to us. When we got inside he was able to control 2 other smaller ships that were hovering around the alien pod. One looked like a giant christmas bauble and the other was a very small ship. "Let's see what this does" he said, and the huge bauble began to flash rapidly and shot multiple thick beams of white light into the middle of the pod making a very loud noise. The smaller ship began to swing around the pod and was shooting blue lazers at it. The pod began to flicker rapidly and made a loud noise as if it was charging up and the world began to shake. "Let's get out of here!" he said, and sent the ship to go upwards into space. We sailed past the moon and my cousin said "We should be safe here." I heard a loud high pitched sound coming from Earth, outside the Earth was glowing bright and then it exploded with a loud echoing bang, sending out a massive shockwave through space. I suddenly realised we would be in space for a very long time as we hadn't yet found of a hospitable planet that wouldn't take several generations to get there and we didn't have any resources like food, water or oxygen to live that long. As the dream was coming to a close I began to take control and was thinking to myself won't the shockwave shatter through the moon and still kill us or the chunks of Earth pulverise us? We're not going to avoid it, and trying to rewrite the dream as us getting as far as Jupiter and hiding behind it, but we weren't gonna get there that fast as it took a long time for man to get to the moon and Jupiter was a lot lot further away. I woke up before I could rewrite the ending to make sense.

Morning of January 22, 2015. Thursday.



I am “locked” for quite some time into a seemingly perpetual vivid lucid state, especially near the last section, which shifts into higher clarity exponentially - a partial repeat of an earlier state where sensuality was enhanced and sustained for an atypical length of time, but my focus begins to wander a bit. I find myself on Loomis Street, though it is a larger version of the house. A sense of danger automatically penetrates my dream’s perspective at first, but because I am lucid it is more like a folly. It is something to do with a play on “kraits” relative to “crates”.

A smaller black krait (venomous snake) appears in the living room. I pick it up and it eventually bites me but I am not remotely concerned (even feeling the pain) and even study the fang marks on my hand, which soon fade. This dream scene repeats at least six times, as if “resetting” but with minor variations, including the species of krait. Members of my family are there including Marilyn (deceased). I am fully aware of the venomous nature of the snakes, but have no concern, as I see them as in-dream “glitches” or “forced drama”, where the mind typically creates an imaginary problem or pointless fear as a challenge (or for deliberate self-limitation) of sorts.

At one point I cut the snake’s head off after it bites me and it slowly dies, but I put the head back on and it comes back to life and bites me again (a scene likely influenced by a similar event from “Castle of Blood” from 1964 - one of the only movies that ever held my interest over time). Not that impressed, I put the head on the tail and the tail on the head. I am still not impressed. The snake still acts normal at that point.

I go into another room and find a large “crate” which is eventually more like a toy box or hope chest. This is apparently where the kraits came from originally (though it turns out that it is the mattress producing them). The large wooden chest is filled with numerous variations of plastic simulated human bones, including skulls, and some model organs. I am somewhat annoyed that I cannot find real bones in the chest and spend a bit of time looking at the somewhat amazingly rendered pieces, especially with regard to the diversity. My dream then goes a bit strange, more vivid, and highly atypical.

I am lying in a bed near the chest (which is at the head) and the bed becomes like viscous liquid, an actual “primordial soup” though I still automatically float atop it. The vivid perception seems almost “impossible”. From lower within the mattress that is seemingly made of murky water somehow kept in shape arises another krait, in a horizontal stretched-out position, which I pick up and twirl around in my hand and then throw it on the floor, unimpressed. This happens numerous times. I look at a certain area of the surface (which seems slightly magnified) and clearly see almost the exact same shape repeat each time in its emergence and I question whether or not this can even be possible. It also frustrates me somewhat. Somehow, it seems too “perfect” to be able to be rendered in-dream in this manner so many times in a row. However, the snake emergences eventually turn out to be short lengths of burnt rope now and then, or weirder, part snake and part rope a couple times (that is, a rope with a snake’s head or a snake with a piece of rope as the “head”).

Eventually, the “snake” that rises up within reach is actually a small branch, which crumbles slightly in my hand like ash, which I also toss to the floor. Still, there had been something about the imagery forming that seemed like tapping into a part of the mind I had never encountered before. I eventually decide that these “snakes” are just “pieces of shadows” and I seem to be right. I “pick up” the next “snake”/shadow and it does not seem to actually be there even though it moves about somewhat snakelike before separating into several smaller cylindrical ash forms that mostly dissolve. It was almost like somehow picking up the crest of a wave and giving form to it by thought alone.

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It can be seen that the snakes here represent the power of creation and manifestation in the context of dream state alchemy. Within the deep induction looking down into infinity, there is ambiguity in weather they are snakes, burnt branches, or solely waveforms and elongated morphing shadows that are only partially phased into my “reality”.

Morning of January 22, 2015. Thursday.



Of all the “experiments” I have done in my life to influence, enhance, or alter dream states, I have ultimately decided that simple thinking is the key. I have tried a particular focused form of thought enough to know it is the most powerful technique, especially when preceded by “thank you for…” (without even needing belief in a deity). Just listening to something does not seem to do much unless it is with my own special technique and even that has certain limitations in certain states. Needing to hear something seems to limit certain states (plus, I have experienced a vivid lucid state where external sound and its influence is non-existent), likely because a part of the mind is still “grounded” in a particular way. (Once again, I should mention the lucid dreaming fiasco of years ago where I entered the most vivid dream state possible with a shorter audio loop, though once in my dream, solely tried to find the source of the sound to turn it off - the very meaning of “irony”). So what do I do that works? Three-minute very subtle mental affirmation meditations (not spoken aloud, just actively thought) throughout the day and night (sometimes in closer clusters), watching the clock and using an addend of four but only ever counting them as three minutes in my personal journal. In this case, it added up to sixty minutes overall.

In my dream (and the ones which followed) I find myself in a full-body awareness that is no different from being awake other than the senses being enhanced and the depth perception intensified. This used to puzzle me - but I attribute it to being “closer” to one’s internal awareness in sleep. I have never had the slightest concern (as some people claim as possibility) about differentiating from the real world and a dream when awake - and in a vivid lucid dream, that concern is pointless anyway, so yet again, typical mainstream dream literature fails to impress me or even make any sense.

I find myself in a dream environment in a larger room that I cannot identify, though it is similar in familiarity to (but much larger than) the larger southernmost room in the Loomis Street house. I am sitting comfortably on an armchair facing east. As with another recent dream, the increased sensuality, almost to a point where I would otherwise think it impossible, seems the most “automatic” and natural of all dream states, almost as if all nuances of my dream are “instantly surrendering” to a core subliminal whim. In fact, all I do is lift my arms up a bit and my beautiful wife materializes in front of me (only her head at first) and she bends down to indulge in passionate kissing with me for quite some time. The sense of touch is probably double that of reality and I am also amazed by the solid nature of her form.

This is followed by making love on the floor, from the side and from behind, but holding ourselves up with our left arms, in some sort of otherwise physically impossible situation (well, at least for me). During the climax, I notice (as I have in several other dreams) that my wife has sparse reptilian scales around her hips and bordering the small of her back, which does not bother me. However, I soon take this into a forced scenario out of habit, relating to what I feel happens often in non-lucid dreams; that is, the dreamer forcing certain possible conflicts possibly regarding a need for increased “pulsing” energy as such for whatever reason (again, for example, maintaining the knowledge but vague memory that I was solely the one that instigated my own chase dreams even with dinosaurs following me, just to experience the event, although most people do not seem to remember the event horizon of when they planned this themselves, so thus you have people that believe in demons or similar entities - the case seemingly being that a particular section of memory was lost).

My dream is not “fooled” though and I am too vividly integrated with my dream’s environment to be absentmindedly a “victim”. When I try to force a negative association for a dramatic movie-like scene, I illogically in the past tense speak to my wife, saying, “You had scales!” but she just cheerfully lightly laughs and shakes her head and levitates a bit from the floor, “rolling about” in midair and lowering herself again. I ask her “Why did you have scales?” and then I feel idiotic since it was me that gave her the scales in the first place. I try to get her to appear more aggressive, but that fails and she becomes about ten years younger and we make love again, “rolling around” in midair, at times like mists with various tendrils but I also become aware of where I am in reality.

An odd false awakening occurs. I am in the computer room in Wavell Heights though the setup and room layout is different. My dream is almost as vivid as my previous but I am no longer lucid. There is a closed window near where the printer is. The printer seems more like an oversized typewriter. There are also what seem to be kitchen features in the room, including a faucet over the top of the printer (seemingly on the window sill as was strangely the case in our Clayfield apartment’s kitchen). I absentmindedly turn the faucet on (it is more to the right), realize that the printer is then filling up with water (almost in the manner of a sink) and then turn it off. The physical sensations of doing this are greatly enhanced and I briefly contemplate that real life is not this “close” in the sense of touch but do not become lucid again. Once again I catch myself having turned the faucet on in the semi-dark room. I again turn it off just as the water starts spilling over the top of the printer a bit. It then sits there still full, like a full sink, and I am contemplating when it could be used again. I then finally notice that the printer is plugged in, so I remove the cord from the printer itself, which is higher up on the front instead of the back area (this is likely because the back of my desk in reality is open to the path into the room as if it was the “front”). I then go to tell my wife about the event, planning on asking her to help with getting the water out of the printer by using cups, though this does not seem feasible. I do not think turning it upside-down would be a good idea, though.

There is another false awakening, this one more intense, but ending up as some sort of parody of people who preach about the end of the world. Having heard about the supposed approaching “end of the world” in virtually endless scenarios since I was very young, any emotional impact or credibility has dissolved. I am watching a set of four smaller televisions in a column in an extended part of a doorway. Each television has the same show but with slightly different timing (this is based on a real-life event of years ago, where I was changing channels and noticed the same religious show on two different channels but one about a minute ahead of the other and I played around, sometimes getting unintentionally funny phrases with each switch over).

There is a chubby preacher ranting before a live audience, loudly asking “What if the world ends tomorrow?” and he keeps repeating this for a short time with a terrified look on his face. I notice red flashing lights and other people crying out including a few from the choir on the stage. It almost seems possible that the world could end tomorrow but I do not feel afraid. However, he then shouts “What if the world ends the day after tomorrow?” with an even more terrified visage. This does not seem to make much sense as that would be one day later and less to worry about for a short time. However, he keeps going on like this, with his emotional anticipation illogically inverted, going into more and more preposterous and loud unrestrained queries such as “What if the world ends the day after the day after the day after three weeks from tomorrow?” seeming more and more alarmed each time, the longer the potential “doomsday” is from then - completely senseless. The audience keeps gasping and crying out to everything he says. I stand there in disbelief until my dream fades with a strong and clear attitude that it does not even matter if and when the world ends - why keep theorizing as such? This last false awakening seems vaguely influenced by the last scenes from “The Blob” (1988 version) - seen the evening before - where the traumatized preacher is shown as having the power to “end the world” from a piece of the life-form he has in a container.

Note for the reader: I am not by nature a very aggressive person, I have been in few fights over my limited lifetime and usually avoid conflict if I can.

I found myself at a family gathering of sorts in an unfamiliar house, with me were a few families that I know, although they aren't known to socialise together often. Me and a friend were sitting in what seemed to be the front room of the home for a while discussing the television when another family arrived through the door, two parents and two children, this was the family of a somewhat distant friend of mine, he was not present. The father of the family quickly approached me and my friend and seemed aggressive, he was hinting towards a party we had had at his home without his knowledge, me and my friend were both confused and before long the father was enraged and yelling at me about how we forced his son into taking illicit drugs.

The next part is where it gets weird. The father was getting in my face and yelling his head off and I immediatly hit him square in the face and he swung back, initiating a fight between us. I seemed to be in control most of the fight, taking hits here and there but I ultimately won, knocking him over. I yelled at him and told him to check his facts before spitting on him and walking out of the building.

In this dream I became lucid (DILD) and then was taken to a lounge full of other lucid dreamers. The lounge was guarded by a giant of a man named Jack Lee. Here’s what happened:

I was hiding behind a building, peaking around the corner, at a train that was coming. There was something bad about the train, but I can’t remember what. Several of us ran into the building to hide from the train, and then a man told me that I was dreaming. I became lucid, but my vision was fading fast, so I told him I need to swirl, and he must wait for me. As I swirled I could see him standing there watching me. After about 10 or 15 seconds of swirling my clarity was perfect.

He said to me, “I’m lucid too, follow me downstairs.” When we got downstairs there was a mountain of man standing just inside a basement lounge area. He was a 7 foot tall, black, and he was built like Arnold S.! I reached up and grabbed onto his 3 foot wide shoulders and said, “You must be a football player!” He looked down at me and shook his head and said, “No!” I asked him if he was lucid, and he said, “No.” I then asked him his name, and he said, “Jack Lee”. He then quickly showed me a piece of paper with my daughter’s name on it, and then he tucked it away. I guess I should have asked for my daughter to join me in the LD, but I was a little bit unsure if this was a safe place or not. Jack Lee stood there carefully watching who was entering and leaving the lounge. I figured he must be a guard, or maybe a bouncer.

There was another guy standing beside Jack Lee. I asked him if he was lucid. He replied, “Yes, I’m waiting for somebody.” I then walked into the lounge area and saw several pairs of people sitting at tables and talking quietly to each other. I approached one the tables and saw an alien looking guy and a human being with paper and pens working on complex differential equations. I said to them, “Ah, differential equations, are you guys studying for a University exam? I took that course!” They both quickly turned their calculations over and looked at me with shocked expressions. I asked the alien’s name, but I couldn’t pronounce it, and I’ve never heard anything quite like it. I asked him to write his name for me. He then wrote on the back of his paper a very long name. He held it up to my face and asked me if I could read this. It was a bunch of symbols, and I said to him, “What kind of name is that? It looks like Greek to me?” He gave me a disappointing look. I realized later after I woke up that he was actually showing me a differential equation that describes points forming some sort of plane, but instead of using coordinates X,Y,Z, he was using coordinates reassembling i,n,t,f, and something else (5 coordinates, not 3). The letter ‘i’ was very unique in that the dot of the ‘i’ was actually a large circle, and the letter ‘n’ looked more like an upside down ‘U’. Part of the equation started off with something like ‘iniinnnit’. He then sat down with his human friend and started to work on their math equations again.

I looked around the room and observed several pairs of dream figures interacting with each other. They were all just sitting there intensely engaged in conversation. I felt like it was time to leave, so I told the alien guy I need to go now. He got up and shook my hand, and said it was nice to meet me. I then loudly announced to all the people in the lounge, “Thank you for having me here at this amazing, wondrous place!” A few people looked at me and smiled with gratitude, while some others looked like they were thinking, “Please be quiet!” Some were shaking their heads with disapproval. I then proceeded to walk past Jack Lee towards the exit. I couldn’t help but notice a window, which had a view of a barren waste land. This made no sense to me, since we were in the basement. Incongruities while lucid really distracts me, and it made me wake up (I should have swirled again). I really had a sense that this was a safe place, mostly because Jack Lee was there.

There was a scene of spongebob playing in front of me. I forgot what happened though. After that i got lucid but i don't remember what caused it.I was on my bed and remembered i wanted to talk to Dawn in my dream.I started focusing on Dawn appearing but than all of a sudden i was pinned to my bed. I tried to get up but the invisible dc just grabbed me tighter and pushed me down, telling me it wasn't going to let me go. I waited there for a good two minutes thinking how long i could go just laying down in the dream doing nothing. But than i decided to get up and look for Dawn. "Let go of me! I need to look for Dawn!" I shouted trying to break free. The invisible dc began to laugh saying that i didn't need Dawn. I managed to break free but than i was pushed onto the floor. On the floor i saw two of my earings and one more duplicate.

Than i got up and saw that it was a girl with straight hair in a pony tail and she was the shade of blue but transparent. "Why can't you just let me see Dawn?" I asked nicely. "All i want to do is talk to him" i said. But she just pushed me to my bed and said i wasn't going to see Dawn. She than started humping me and asked me if it felt good and told me i was going to like girls now. I'm not gay though so i pushed her away and started calling for Eye but my voice started fading.

The dream than changed and i was now in a camping site with my family. I was trying to remember what i forgot back home. But when i realized what i was missing after going into the tent i realized this was a dream.

I've only been camping once and its highly unlikely that in my circumstances i would be camping with my family.I than remembered the girl and quickly appeared in my parents bedroom. But this time it was in the basement area.I suddenly felt a strong feeling. I didn't know if i should stay inside or go outside. The feeling began to move me without me even moving myself. I was unsure why but i let it take me. It took me out the window into the backyard. When i tried to go to the corner of the yard i saw a portal appear. There was a little blond boy with medium length hair taking a rock with a rope and swinging it on a bicycle. Than i heard the girl's voice saying i wouldn't get away. I imagined the scene stopping though so nothing happened to me.Woke up after that.

I think this dream represented the side of me that doesn't want to see Dawn. But oh well. I'll try again another time.

I am keeping these recaps brief but if anyone wants more details, feel free to ask.

1/11/15 epic night for me starting with a semi-lucid that felt like it occurred over a full day and I even had the thought "I keep getting back into the same dream!" I was on a trip and had 2 different sexual partners and my Wife didn't mind!

Later dream/DILD: entering a dark hall I realize this feels like a dream scenario and become lucid and start opening a bunch of doors trying to influence what will be inside. #264

late morning DILD: older DC kicking coins at me. I keep them and walk away and his friend follows me and I get dreamy thoughts it knock him out and realize this is a dream and knock him out. Fly around various things but not much control in stopping where I want to for a while. #265

success bringing a dreamlet scene back! Late morning dreamlets. When a sexy one faded that I wanted to explore I told myself it was just a crowd passing in front temporarily blurring my view and instead of the typical new unrelated dreamlet, it came back! Not counting as a full fledged LD though.


1/15 huge sky full of stars makes me lucid. So beautiful! #266

fiddling with a broken gadget and a goblin?(short green creature) appears and I immediately realize I'm dreaming. Strip down and explore nearby DC activities and sex. 267

2 sexual LD's with Wife but one may have been semi-lucid so count one. 268


1/17 shoot up into the sky to escape collapsing house and realize I'm dreaming. Throw fireballs and fly. 269


1/18 towards end of long exploring dream I am at a beautiful overlook and get the thought to fly down to my destination and realize I'm dreaming. Fly a bit before ends. 270

This dream was a Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). In this dream I was rebuilding a boat. I had the sterndrive out of the boat and it was lying on the floor in the corner of the garage. The steering controls were on the workbench and I was disassembling them. Suddenly the sterndrive started to raise and lower for no reason at all. It wasn’t connected to the boat, or the battery, so I went over and took a closer look. Then it stopped moving. I thought this is very odd, and this isn’t possible, but I brushed it off and went back to work on the steering controls. Then the sterndrive started to move up and down again! Hold on here, this isn’t possible, I must be dreaming again! I then paused and thought about what I should do while lucid, and then I remembered my plan to heal my son’s plantar wart. There was a doorway leading out of the garage, so I decided I would go through the door and look for my son, but I woke up. Darn, I should have stabilized first by swirling