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Non-Lucid to Lucid: My family was going on a vacation on a big river or lake somewhere. There came this big rain & some of us had tents that were right next to the water & had to try to find other places to sleep. Things were just so surreal at this point so I knew I had to be dreaming & became lucid so knowing my family I wanted to see what else was to come that I could amp up on steroids through lucidty. But for now I was seeing where we were walking along & it was going well under the circumstances so I was just waiting for my "in". Then we were going down the dock on our way to get the the buffet that was supposed to be available but went right past it cuz it was just this one little cart. So we were disappointed. It was time to go look for other things to do but Mike called & ruined it!

Oddly enough it reminded me of another dream I had years ago on a lake. It just popped in my head & that was pretty cool in itself... I'd say this dream was probably about me being overwhelmed & wanting to do some positive things with my family where I don't have to think about the stressful things for a while. It's all about time management. But this weekend is about Mike. He needs to take a vacation day for himself & not just use them for shit that needs to get done so maybe next week or weekend. I also want to get back to doing a little wbtb stuff next week & hopefully some chaining. Setting an alarm helps a lot.... I also had a failed v-mild which I was using a mirror but not gonnna elaborate cuz it's a little personal.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown

False awakening. I thought I'd woken up, and was in the shower with a portable heater pointed at my face. I could see and feel the glow. I looked away, and suddenly it was standing on top of the door handle. I found this so bizarre, I concluded this couldn't be real. I shook my head to try and wake up, and sure enough, I woke up in bed. The real one.

I was at the top of a large tower (ancient Persian). I'm on this round terrace built all around the top of the tower. There is no guardrail, but I hold on to the supporting pillars (the ones holding up the ceiling) as I clamber around the tower. I'm quite scared of heights. I find no way to get inside the tower. Once I had climbed around it twice, I suddenly see open doors (I feel with my hand to make sure it isn't just a window) and walk inside. The inside is a rather roomy dining hall of sorts, way too large to fit into such a small structure. I'm not sure if the following happened before or after the tower. Claire was there, in the dining room, standing by others. but I felt like she (and those others) were of a "higher caste" and thus out of my reach. I did try to get near her and interact with her, but never actually directly tried to seduce her as I feel it is hopeless. As usual. In an earlier scene (I think, the order of memories is a little vague), I think there were a lot of people, including old friends (Fenn & Barra) and people from school, and I think we were grouping up or something, for some kind of challenge. The tower thing?

I was in a very rural (and cold) region of Russia. There was tundra, and patches of snow and ice everywhere. I was in some kind of muddy, outdoor parking lot, located on the side of an even muddier trail. There were quite a few people there. Some guys (kids?) wanted to show me their motorcycles. I acted all interested, and got on one of them. They were still enthusiastic, but careful - and told me not to do anything. Before they knew what was happening, I had started the bike and raced away from there. I felt like I had "a job to do", and I needed this vehicle to do it. I rode a twisty asphalt roads for a bit, until I knew I wasn't being followed. Then, I turned around and rode back - back onto the muddy road next to the lot. There was a lot of police and bystanders on the lot after my theft. I turned off the engine and "pedaled" instead, as if it was a part bicycle, part motorcycle. This was, I managed to quietly ride past them, and escape. During the ride, I noticed it had been a long time since I had ridden a bike (5 years in real life, I stopped after a crash) - but it went well, and the bike had a surprising amount of grip despite the mud, snow and ice.

Me and a partner entered a dilapidated building, a kind of giant warehouse. We were there to kill two monstrous dog-like monsters and save two women who were being attacked by the beasts. The beats were probably based on Woola, the 'dog' from "John Carter", a movie I watched the day before. The beasts created some kind of 'portals' high up on the walls. They would drag their prey up, and inside he portal, where they would be consumed. Anyway, we both had suppressed pistols. My partner engaged one of the creatures on the far side of the warehouse. Suddenly, I had a machine gun instead. I encountered the other creature in the corridor right before entering the actual warehouse. I shot and killed it with the MG. I realized the the girl, who looked like Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider reboots, was safe for now - despite hanging from one of the portals below the waist. I decided to go help my partner instead.

I went with my grandfather to a dark place, presumably up north. There were long nights and very short days, just a few hours that felt like minutes. In no time, I wanted to go back, but I knew I needed plane ticket.

I needed to flee a house/lodge/shack on a hill. The environment was once again cold, and possibly snowy. There was a short way down, but I "failed" (it was like a quick-time event in games), and came down a little further. I was forced to climb over several wooden structures/obstacles to reach the helicopter (?) for extraction, before the whole place blew up.

I only remember an area by the water, probably the docks. I remember swimming, and a dressing area for women that I was sure wasn't there before.

Lots of dreams today. My sleeping "pattern" is getting more f*cked up by the day. I sleep from 5 to 15 these days (5AM to 3PM). And when I wake, I can "choose" to re-enter a dream in seconds, "on demand". My memories of these dreams are crystal clear after I wake.

In the first dream I had traveled back in time, and witnessed my own birth. I was talking to a doctor. Suddenly, he got an alert and rushed to the delivery room. I followed him through a narrow, white corridor, while recording him with my smartphone. I remembered an earlier scene, in which someone showed me a (real, not digital) photo album with pictures from my birth... and the picture I looked at was one of the doctor running through a narrow, white corridor in front of whoever took the picture - exactly what I was seeing right now. After waking up, I concluded I had to have been the one who took the pictures before I traveled back. Temporal paradox! We were in the next room, and the baby was born. Somehow, my mother (or father) weren't there. I said something to the doctor. Perhaps I suggested naming him (me), because my mother wasn't there anyway.

I was a character in an RPG game. We were in some kind of dark, partially flooded dungeon. Two guys went on ahead to retrieve an item (they had to get in the water, and dive under some kind of gate/fence) - but didn't return. I went after them. I dived, swam and retrieved the item they wanted. The boss and our mage were indeed dead. When we got back, another person said he could use the item to forge some kind of armor for me. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. It was still early in the game.

The dream took place in a post-apocalyptic desert. We (me and another guy) were in the dunes, surrounded by tall "zombies" of sorts (a kind of mythical undead, not your average zombies). We found a Jeep, and used it to drive through and away from the Z's. I had a lot of fun with this, driving up and jumping down the dunes while driving with one hand. We got to an large abandoned city, covered half in sand. I descended down some rubble, onto the street. Suddenly, a guy appeared on top of the rubble we came from. He was some kind of badass, and owner of Jeep we stole to escape. We seemed understanding of our situation. I think he had a rifle (AR15 type), and started to explain to us how to use it. Given his apparent experience and air of badassary, we decided to listen.

In this dream, there was a guy who had stolen something, or was transporting something. He'd swallowed it, or carried it under his skin like some drug dealers do (or like the opera singer in "The Fifth Element". I was just an observer, not an actual character. The badass future version of Claire Bennet had captured him. She said she would cut it out of him, but she said it in such a menacing way, you had to feel sorry for the poor guy.

I was looking at a painting, and discarded it for another painting. I was using them to travel through time.

I was watching a movie with my mother. At some point I thought I recognized "Caroline", a girl I used to know in middle school. My mom said it wasn't her. It probably wasn't.

This dream took place in some kind of large wooden shack. It was quite dark. *REDACTED* Sylar, another character from "Heroes", was raping her (Claire). This was an event I was "tasked" to prevent. He was doing this to her, but to my confusion, Claire seemed to be enjoying it. To my shame, I was turned on by the sight. *REDACTED* I traveled back in time. I closed my eyes and envisioned the shack in the past. I started "seeing" and hearing input from the past, while my senses from the present went dull and eventually disappeared. I was back in the shack, but before Claire and her female friend (?) arrived. I think I managed to convince them to leave. At some point in the dream, I remember thinking (or whispering "save the cheerleader, save the world", the show's catchphrase.

I somehow got into a fight with Sylar. I could freeze time, just as I was about to throw in a punch. I realized that if I unfroze time for too long, he would no doubt destroy me using one of his many powers. But if I kept it frozen, I could never defeat him, or escape. I decided to freeze and unfreeze time every second or so, so my fist approached his face bit my bit, but he was unable to use focus and use a power in the short timespan between "freezes". I hit him right in the face, and he was defeated. My allies came in, several men of whatever faction I was with. They congratulated me for my deeds, and apparently saving the world. I wasn't interested in the world, though - I was madly in love with Claire, and I wanted her to love me back. At this point, my behavior mirrored that of a character of a book I'm reading - Raoul from "The Phantom of the Opera". In true 19th century style, it was as if I expected her to have some kind of obligation to love me because I saved her. I spoke to Claire, who was also in the shack all of the sudden, standing by wooden workbench. She no longer looked like herself. I told her the truth, that I loved her and that's why I "saved" her. She just kind of nodded "uh huh", and that was it. I was heartbroken. I was mad, and I think I drew my sword in anger (it was a katana). One of the guys in the room was Asian in origin, so I noticed.

In the next scene, I was sitting in a chair, in an opulent Victorian palace. It was a celebration of my "heroics", because I had saved Claire and saved the world from evil while doing it. I was still in a foul mood. I cared more about conquering her heart than the world's safety. I stood up, and said "forgive me, friends". I took my swords (they were two golden ornamental swords, in a very unusual shape), and held them up while preparing to travel back in time. The idea I had in mind was vile, and beyond selfish. I would go back, but arrive just too late - when Sylar was already having his way with her. I would then save her, and in doing so she would see how much I loved her. I was prepared to allow her to get hurt and abused, just so she would love me. I was sitting again, still "casting the spell". I noticed Claire standing on my left with a few other people. I lowered my arms so she would not see me "cast". Much to my frustration, I failed to travel back in time. My ability simply refused to work. Begrudgingly, I accepted this outcome. As I started to wake up, I somehow felt like this story would have a happy ending still, and "knew" she would come to me and we'd somehow end up together after all.

I am in a nice house walking upstairs as I see my brother eating while watching television on the floor. He seems to be having a good time as I continue waling up the stairs. In till I had this feeling that someone was planning on breaking in to the house. I could see pass the curtains of the window near the front door of a silhouette of a man walking near the door with a rifle in his hands. I give my brother the danger eye stare and he immediately lock all the doors. I could see people running outside in a panic. My mother and brother both hid somewhere in the house which this place was rather large.

Once I felt everything was secured and lock, I went upstairs only to see my father trying to open the back door. I open the door and tell him to come back another time. I informed him that we are currently having another person break in. He understands and quickly leaves as I try to find my hiding spot. This house is odd, so many stairs leading to different directions and higher levels in the house. After roaming for about 30 seconds I find a spot that seems good enough to hide in. I grabbed all the blankets I could find to cover myself in it to disguise any trace of a human being. I then remained as quiet as I humanely could and made sure my breathing could not be heard.

After 13 minutes go by, I began wondering if he had left the house or if my brother and mom were ok. I eventually fell asleep in the dream and woke up in the same spot. I began taking the blankets off me to my horror the man with the rifle and now a hand gun opens the door. He looks at me and says now I will finally get what I deserve. I rub my eyes and tell him and groggly voice to just hold on. And to think about what he is doing as I try to get to my feet. He tosses the gun at me to my confusion and tells me to stay calm and still. I look at him as I drop the gun to the floor. I got a good chance to see his appearance, he had light redish skin, long yellow hair and was wearing a red suit with a fedora on his head. He also appeared to have elf like ears with blood shot eyes.

He proceeded to grab a match and light something around in the hopes that I would be burned alive. I quickly began to ran out the room. He begins to use one his powers I suppose , his hands started bleeding on command and using his blood who could attempt to control my every movement. I could feel the effects of his ability but for some reason it was not working on me. I continue to go up the stairs as I hear him shouting for my death. I tell him he will be the one to die as the place starts being envelop in flames. I see an elavator but realize that would take too long.

I hear him coming so I take the stairs but only to find it's not stairs but another room. I become lucid and try to enter inside a painting as a good hiding place. It's no good I can't enter inside it. I continue to run as he has finally caught up to me. Releasing several bullets from his hand gun. I held my hand up to try to stop the bullets with dream control. It didn't work, as I knew the moment one the bullets were about to hit me. I woke up.

Me Arshia and Simon went up north to some resort. It turned into a wilderness nightmare. We were hunted by a T-Rex out in the open, with 10 square miles of land to avoid it and sparse trees. After a narrow escape we returned to the resort only to find that it was as second rate as it gets. In the morning we were playing music when an old lady came down to tell us to quiet down and then she just decided to hang out with us, I guess she was lonely and lived here.

Then the strange bit happened. I took a shower. I found moisturizer in a cupboard that said on the label it had to be used in the shower. I didn't reality check because I could read it perfectly, and I'd already put some on my hand so I just got in the shower. The bathroom was tile and had a drain on the floor as well as in the shower, and this is when it got strange. I moved the water in a certain way that it all flooded into the bathroom itself, probably because I didn't pull the curtain closed. The water that got on the floor of the shower however started shimmering with an extreme quality to it, exactly like what the water does when the spirit of the forest arrives in Princess Mononoke. I watched itin fascination but DID NOT REALITY CHECK! So frustrating. Then I spent another 5 minutes studying the floor of the shower itself which was completely destroyed and made it feel like the floor of the building could collapse at any moment. The tile was smashed in chunks and had several drains installed in some makeshift way as if that was the proper way to solve the issue instead of just repairing the floor.

I woke up shortly after.

I'm heading through side rooms within the building that sits far above the massive room filled with water. A DC continues to follow me, and it seems that I'm showing him what doors to go through as we rapidly progress from room to room in the old building. As I come up to one of the doors, my hand comes in front of me and I say I'm dreaming. My awareness begins to raise at the same time and I know I'm in a dream. I stop myself before opening the door, turn to the DC following me and tell him that this is a waste of time; let's got to forest area. I open the door anticipating a forest scene to appear, but the door just leads to a another room within the complex. I enter the gray room and make a right, beginning to head toward the staircase. I decide to exit the complex by flying and running. I fly up the stairs and see a small rectangular amber window which seems to be leading outside. I fly toward it to change the scene,but quickly vibrate back to my body.

No middle of the night recording, I remembered this through to morning (via multiple reviews at each waking) ...

@3 hrs:
+ dungeon crawl game, dark, then light, concerned about dragons one-shot killing me

+ setting up to play "tennis" across a small orchestra as the court, trying to choose proper orientation (lengthwise or width-wise) have to pee and wonder if I should pee before we start the game

later, but still early:

+ riding a ten-speed bike with ram-shaped handlebars, flicking the brakes, switch to the upright straight bar brakes, ride into an area where students are taking tests, I come up behind a young asian man feverishly working a calculator and I see numbers and equations on a screen.

later:

+ I'm seated on top of tall/big boulder, looking into a clear lake with stones in water. I want to ask tourist board which I think is nearby on the shoreline for advice for fresh-water snorkeling sites in Michigan. I'm looking down into the water, and one of my two bulky pillows/bolsters fall down the slope into the water. It is on the surface of the water still. I look how I should go down and retrieve it, and then plan my route back to shore, the boulder is quite steep and I'd need to walk with severely tilted ankles along the water/stone boundary. I go down to get the pillow, but it has sunk down into the water, I still see it through the clear water, I'm not pleased at the aspect of getting all wet. In the water, I feel an unexpected current pulling me away from the pillow, "great," I think and swim vigorously to get back to the pillow, and dive down and pull it out. It's wet. I'm back in a dorm room on top of a bunk bed, a scary guy will be angry I know about the wet pillow, I stare him down with a fierce face to scare him off and not to ever bother me again, which works and he goes away. I'm happy, get down, and high-5 an old black woman lying in a bed on the ground several times with one hand and then two hands, trying to figure out which hands to hit together. Her hands are sort of withered and claw-like.

+ store, turkey pack, deli counter, want to add guacamole to my open turkey tortilla, a guy in front of me has ordered "with everything except <one ingredient>"

+ communist legions are forming and marching to attack, I see familiar people in the crowd wearing uniforms with now severe/serious faces, I run ahead of the legions to warn everybody and when they arrive I try to climb up on top of shelves to escape arrest.

+ carrying a girl in front of me, I have a hand on her *ahem* through her panties trying to feel for the "button"

+ [semi-lucid] I discover I have "girly bits down there", and investigate . At first there is blood, but use control to will it away, it vanishes, then I go exploring, the sensations are interesting.

+ I'm teaming up with two girls in a (make-up?) store. I communicate to them by walking up, taking a hairbrush from one of their hands, and tapping myself twice with it in the middle of my forehead, and returning it to the with a raised-eyebrow "knowing" expression on my face.

+ I am pushing my baby boy in a stroller. He's asleep but then sunlight hits his face and he wakes up and opens he eyes which are solid pure blue (like Dune Fremen). I feel a wave of amazing love for him. I notice he is small, and I think this is also because his mother [my wife] was premature. I think I should be talking to and holding him and touching him to aid his development, so I pick him up. Then I'm seated along a bench among tables with lots of young people seated there. His face is right next to mine and I pepper his cheeks with smacking kisses to get him to laugh. He doesn't laugh but opens his mouth widely and I'm a bit concerned about him biting my lips. I notice across the table there is a young girl who looks like a guy including a long wiry beard. He/she then stands up on the bench putting his/her butt in the air and I see his/her pants are down and she seems to have girly parts there with the same wiry pubic hair, but then I see boy bits. I realize my own pants are down and pull up both my underwear and pants/shorts wondering what people will think of me sitting like that.

BTS

+ with my old dog L and some guy near a fence, there's a hole and I think he'll get through and I'll have to get up and follow him around the corner so he doesn't get lost.

+ there are people in a lively multi-story cantina/restaurant along a canal having a great time. Then I'm with a group of people coming to this place in a boat or floating vehicle. It turns out the people in the cantina are huge giants compared to the people in the boat, including me. We arrive at the cantina and I'm sitting next to a girl I like and I take her hand in mine

+ a work scene, a girl engineer is talking about how the "sol" core of the chip that she designed is located in the center of the package and so is isolated from water damage on the periphery. Then we're going somewhere (lunch?) in an elevator. Our group gets on the elevator but two girls already on the elevator block us just inside the entrance with their arms against the wall. A guy in our group didn't make it on the elevator. On the elevator a group of girls are singing and kind of dancing. I'm crouching down and looking up at them and harmonizing and adding a beat that doesn't quite perfectly blend with the music but is close enough. I look up and there is a girl in a (green bikini?) dancing there, another girl across from her close by, and a guy in between them?

We get off and there is an old woman on the street we interact with and talk to briefly, she takes a pose (or I do?) pointing my leg out to the side. From a side passage I see the guy who didn't make it into the elevator coming down a tunnel/alleyway to us. I go around a small kiosk to rejoin the girls from the elevator.

I was in school, with a girl from my class we were making some kind of project. We were doing it in some kind of landscape editor, editing tiles of a volcanic island. Teacher liked our results.

Morning of July 13, 2016. Wednesday.



The first segment relates to my wife Zsuzsanna and our family as we are now though living in a house that seems like a variation of the Loomis Street house. One difference is that there is an additional porch door on its south end, closest to the internal wall. It had apparently been unused for longer periods by other tenants and was even nailed shut. In fact, there is a point at which I remove the nails and we use it for a time. Eventually, our landlord appears and, even though we had been using the door recently, makes the claim “this door has never been opened”. I find his ignorance typical of people but amusing. He appears to be here to make repairs.

Soon, there is this idea that I am leaving for an undetermined amount of time. Zsuzsanna had asked me at least twice if there was a nude man sleeping in the middle of the street (dream sign). I am not sure at first as it may just be an animal that had been run over. It seems to be late afternoon. Everyone is sad to see me leave. I leave with no additional belongings or items. A car pulls up (from the north if assuming Loomis Street) and an unknown teenage girl is the driver. (This is one of those many times when I somehow know that I am creating the events in my dream, in this case summoning the driver “out of nowhere”, but I am not at all aware that I am dreaming.) Before I ride off in the car (the driver’s side being on the left even though I have lived in Australia since 1994), Zsuzsanna asks me again about a possible nude man sleeping in the middle of the street but I am still not sure.

The dark-haired girl is dressed somewhat formally in black slacks and a light-colored sleeveless top. I do not learn her name at any point. Her demeanor is somewhat formal though still cheerful. I notice that the unusual imagery in the middle of the street is actually an animatronics display of two beavers as in an implied scene from one of the “Chronicles of Narnia” movies. This seems curious to me as it may be a hazard for vehicles to have to drive around. Ahead, as we go south, we notice other animatronics displays, most of which are large but most are on each side of the street. One, on the left, is somewhat like a small Nativity scene. This all seems like some sort of temporary publicity stunt as well as a holiday-related event.

A shift occurs and it is now late at night. I am now walking with the unknown female in an unfamiliar alley though it is an illogical setting as one alley leads into an additional perpendicular alley with a high light-colored wooden fence on the opposite side. An unknown man approaches us with a knife to rob us. Even though I am not lucid, I say “You have no knife” and his knife vanishes. He appears to be very puzzled and somewhat concerned. For a short time I think of making him vanish as well but instead, I create a revolver in my right hand and aim it at him. I then think that this might make the girl think that I am a violent person so I cause my gun to vanish. The man runs off into the night.

I am now returning to my family. It has been two years since I had seen them (though Zsuzsanna appears about twenty years younger and our children appear about three years younger). I hug her in the doorway. We are going to travel to a new home. Many people are going to help us, though most of them are in their fifties to seventies. The journey will be difficult since we have to wade through a river in the coldest part of the year. In fact, someone asks me why I want to go there at this time but I do not have an answer for them. Still, I am not sure how Zsuzsanna and our children get through as I only see several older people making the journey. I am with them but somehow not fully in my body. I do not seem as stressed as they are by the conditions of the environment. One older male’s outer flesh had come off from his right side and I can see his ribs and lungs. He keeps wading through the cold water with the others. I think perhaps he may die, yet he continues. I feel a bit guilty about his condition.

We all end up on the porch of my family’s new home. Oddly, it just seems like another version of the Loomis Street house (in seeming location and orientation) that we had left. It seems an older unknown male is letting us live there for as long as we want. The male who had a large strip of his flesh come off seems to be okay now. Many antiques and knickknacks are visible, including some sort of smaller cylindrical objects with a forest painted in one smaller circular area on the side and which may be candle holders. I remark about the house probably having been built in the 1700s. I see that the brick wall on my right is very crooked, with the bricks at various depths from the wall’s implied center (almost as if something very strong had tried to push out from the other side) but this does not seem problematic in any way. There seems to be some sort of machine attached to the ceiling. I can see two small rectangular buttons close to each other longways, one red, one yellow, the red one on the left as I look up. Someone activates it with a switch on the wall for a short time and a few are wary of it as it is fairly large and hanging over their heads. It is connected to some sort of pulley and is part of a device to carry parts for production from one area to another but has been unused since perhaps the 1800s.

I look out through the doorway and discover that there is now an additional porch that is illogically linked to the front of this porch. It is a bit bigger and mostly glass and metal rather than brick. There is a series of French doors all the way across the front. I clearly see writing that is printed in large letters (at least six rows) from ceiling to floor. It says “To Lulu” on each left door and “To me” on each right door (and there are probably four sets of two) so that the writing is close near the middle of where each pair of doors open. The writing is on bars that go across what is otherwise glass to where I can see outside to the street.

I go back into the other smaller porch and comment on how the house was built for, and dedicated to, a girl named Lulu. I start repeating “To Lulu, to me, to Lulu, to me” over and over. (Lulu is the name of a singer who sang “To Sir with Love”, which I heard a lot as a child and young adult and which I also performed as an instrumental on both accordions and keyboards. However, there is also a song called “Don’t Bring Lulu” which I also performed, though I assume it means the singer as Paula Abdul was referenced in one of my last dreams.)

1. It was nighttime and I was standing in my driveway, specifically in the spot where I normally park my car, except my car was gone. I look in front of me and see my dad's white Silverado. "Haha, dad doesn't have a truck anymore. He traded it in for a Cocoa colored Suburban because it would fit the entire family considering 3 more family members were moving in with us. I am dreaming." I said aloud. With that I walked down my driveway. At the end of my driveway I stopped and looked around. The main street that is normally in front of my house is now gone and is replaced by an extremely large cul-de-sac. This cul-de-sac is so large that it seems to be equivalent to the size of at least one football field in its overall surface area.
I walked out into the cul-de-sac. All the way across the cul-de-sac I could see a few kids playing around. I think one of them had a scooter as well. I looked up into the night sky; it was perfectly clear, and although it wasn't completely pitch black, I could still see many stars. Seconds later the dream destabilized due to my lack of stabilization and self awareness and I woke up.

2. I am in my driveway once more, and everything looks just as it did in the last dream except for the fact that there were no vehicles in the driveway at all. Because of this, I became Lucid immediately. I had a little self awareness, and the fact that I was in the exact same dream as before both intrigued and excited me. My emotions go the best of me due to my lack of effort to control them and the dream destabilized and I woke up.

Faulty brake
It's daytime. I'm driving a car in what seems to be the Netherlands. The steering wheel is on the left side. I think it is my mom's car. I enter a street with a dead end and some parking spots on both side of it. There's a supermarket here. I try to park for what feels like 5 minutes, just failing and failing. First I use the sidewalk to get past 2 cars which are blocking the street. I find some parking spots, but they're all marked with blue lines and a wheel chair. Handicapped spots. Damn. At one point I consider just standing on the spot for a moment, cause it's just going so ridiculously bad. I go back a bit down the street again and find some parallel parking spots. There's 3 in a row, all empty. I try to park, but even here I mess up. I can't get it between the lines. I use the handbrake and the footbrake at the same time, yet the car keeps moving. Eventually it just moves all the way backwards into a container or something, coming to a standstill. While it was moving backwards I realised that this is too messed up to be real. Plus, a car with faulty brakes has happened more often in my dreams. I don't even care what happens to the car anymore. I focus on pushing the index finger of my right hand through my left hand. There's one second where nothing happens and then it suddenly sinks in. Cool! The tip of my index finger emerges on the other side and I wiggle it a bit. I'm not sure if I should keep it there to make it easier to remain stable, or if I should move it out again. I do the latter. This is the first moment that I become aware of the car radio playing music. I make a gesture with my right hand to turn off the sound and it works. Sweet! Now, to summon a fireball to win my bet with werty52. I become anxious for a few seconds at most and suddenly I'm awake in my bed. I didn't RC to check if it was a FA.

I used to push my finger from my left hand into my right hand. I switched it the other way around about 4 days ago.
My bet with werty52 is actually to conjure up a waterball.

Fragments
» I'm in front of a hospital or something. I just arrived by car. There's someone else with me. My mom? I'm supposed to see the doctor, but I can't recall why. There's a railing in front of the hospital and I decide to bust some parkour moves. I do a few vaults, one of them going ridiculously bad. Guess my muscle memory has 'forgotten' these moves, cause I haven't done it in so long. I should practice them again. Not now though.

» There's a very trippy fragment from something happening out in the universe. Two of my friends / people I was with had to kill themselves to go back to the normal dimension.

Break out
I'm inside a police station. We've just been arrested for.. dunno. We're in a group. The woman in our group gets escorted to a cell with a glass door that says VIP and looks freaking fancy. Damn. She's escorted by a female cop (wearing a hijab I think and middle eastern style outfit). They start struggling as the woman tries to escape. In the end we all break out. I go by every door, checking if there's someone who might go after us. I have a gun.. a gas gun (or something). It's supposed to knock people out, but it doesn't do much. I still use it anyway. There's only one person in one of the rooms who I know. Kristen, my classmate. I ask her if she will snitch on me. She says she has no clue where I'm going cause we never hang out, cause she thinks I'm crazy and this just proves it. Thanks! She knows exactly where I'll go. Indonesia. I give her a quick hug and run out. We've only got half the crew assembled, cause the other half didn't get arrested. We need to get to them. Someone wants to make a call to them. I tell him not to, cause it may be traced. We walk for a bit (not the mad dash you'd expect from having just escaped police custody). We end up passing my old high school. Two police cars and a third, not police car but looking official, pass by. I turn my head and pretend to be talking to my friends. One of them tells me that I can tell the story that I was trying to tell. As soon as the cars have passed I explain that I didn't have shit to tell. I just wanted to hide my face from the cops. Let's get to the rest of the crew. It's my cousin, her husband and kids.. and an old man.

Created Tuesday 12 July 2016

Eh... Had a cluster of drama bomb dreams within the last week, not anything I should bore you with. There were also plenty of seconds long DILDs as well that aren't worth mentioning. Today, I recalled about five dreams, all taking place after dawn. However, at the moment, I only remember one of these more thoroughly.

Dream 1 - PS3 Retrieval Mission

The visuals were mostly clear. I was in a highschool, meandering around by some outdoor benches near a patio. Amongst the students there, I identified a younger version of my sister, Laura, and my brother, Timothy.

Apparently, I'd left a PS3 somewhere by the patios. I ignore it for a while as I wander off. When I return, the console (unsurprisingly) was gone, making me very upset. Timothy finds out, and we blame each other for the mess.

Somehow, I realized I could rewind time with the Undo command (explicitly ctrl + z in dream). I backtrack to just before I left, but even at that point, the console was long gone. Still, I noticed a few unsavory figures under the patio, all these some bad eggs under suspension. Of them was a guy with an oversized black backpack, the only one among them with any carrying equipment. Definitely my mark.

They're ordered inside a nearby building. I sneak behind after them. This takes me to a surprisingly heavily guarded checkpoint, some assault rifle-toting personnel screening everyone from behind chest high, embrasured walls. I try creeping through, but was spotted, and was fired at in turn. I roll down and duck, whereas others were caught in the crossfire. A panicked rewind later, I try again, only this time, I will myself to become invisible, and sneak in without notice. This transparency was short lived, so I had to hurry onwards.

Next, I arrive at a narrow but elaborate fortified laboratory, its walls plated with metals, and blinking lights and lit screens of various sizes providing some visibility. On a widened opening in the back-right corner was a lounge, complete with several rows of cushioned chairs, a large screened TV, and a game console. Ahead to the left were some counters, a jumble of wires and several laptops and desktop PCs on top. Two male scientists were chattering behind there, one with gray hair and one with black.

I walk in casually, which instantly alerted the scientists, one of which trigger an alarm. Yep, smooth move... Again, I backtracked, and I wait until they're sufficiently distracted. When that happens, I try and sneak by invisibly, but one noticed my blinking out of sight. Oddly, he was more amazed than surprised. Still, I thought it safer to rewind. I try yet again, this time fading earlier, requiring my rushing by. Such noise made them suspicious. What's more, I blinked back in at an inconvenient time, and could barely hide behind some chairs. They investigate, and, luckily, find nothing. The two shrug, and go back to their business.

Someone else enters, a dark skinned paraplegic male student with glasses. He was somehow familiar to me. Anyway, I sneak to the lounge as the scientists greeted him, just barely keeping out of their sight. Just then, the student goes to the lounge and plays some games. He instantly notices me, but, for whatever reason, says nothing.

After that, I head to the exit he arrived from. Past a small, steel bridge was large structure clearly constructed of soft material (like styrofoam), its rounded walls made to appear as camo fortifications. A children's fun room, I thought. Soon, a number of younger kids burst out, each no older than ten years old. I try turning invisible, but couldn't. So, I climb on the roof to keep hidden. Several kids spotted and pointed at me, but distracted themselves afterwards.

Things get unclear. I sneak back to the lounge, and acknowledge forgetting why I was even there. Several more tries at invisibility don't succeed, so I had to figure out how to escape.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended.

Scrap Group 1
A Mortal Kombat related dream. This involved a convoluted plot by Dark Raiden. He leads Earthrealmers into a trap to delay them. Time travel is involved, and a past form of Raiden arrives to help.

Then, a dream set in Victorian London, mostly occurring on a balcony in a public building. Two clean shaven gentlemen talk of going through several amazing adventures for the sake of ice cream. They've apparently travelled through many alternate dimensions, but have since longed for their true home. When they left, younger versions of themselves arrive. The two have a brief interaction with a young noble lady. She bade they not speak with her for their protection. Too late. A constable arrives, and arrests the men for not having time travel permits. The men weren't even aware they'd been in a time warp. One bemoaned not being able to taste English ice cream.

Downstairs at home. From a mirror, I find out my facial and head hair has become white. Start using my laptop. For whatever reason, I eat tufts of my beard, getting sharp strands of hair caught between my teeth.

I talk to Benjamin about my beating a Mechazor deck in Duelyst. He wasn't impressed, and further snide comments of his annoy me.

Something nasty happens at home, possibly even caused by me. Probably had to do with big bugs.

D1: Non-lucid- I was granted access to the Ellen Degeneres set & became friends from her. She showed me around in the building into secret hangout places & into a hidden parking garage. We hung out for quite a while but there was nothing remarkable about it.

D2: Non-lucid- I was hanging out with Steve Moses from season 17 of Big Brother. I don't remember much of the detail but we watched him sitting on the block waiting to see if he was going to be voted out, lol.

I have no idea what either of these dreams even mean.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown