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I can't quite recall any details, though I remember having a long dream.

I'm not sure how many times I went back into this dream but it was a whole lot. I did it for a good 3-4 hrs. Chaining back into the same dream so many times was something I used to do but not lately... Even though it was a dark dream scene it was a relief to know I hadn't forgotten how to do this all together as I had feared.... There were all kinds of races of people which made me smile. But unfortunately we were living in the rubble of a city that was ravaged after war. People were living in burnt out apartments & townhouses. Warehouses & lean two's. Living in poverty where there was only water & food where you could find it. No officials or police. Violence with no accountability. Strangely enough I saw no guns which I was looking for. There were little kids sitting on a stoop all disheveled & sad. A woman selling her goods of sorts. She had some kind of fuse & was attaching it to some kind of M80 looking thing that you see on the 4th of July. I know because we buy them, lol. I watched her for a long time. I kept wincing waiting for it to blow up & I was really nervous because I was really never sure what it was. Like I was saying she was trying to attach a fuse to a M80 & would light it! It looked like she was showing them how much time it would take for the fuse to burn & then she would pinch it & make it snuff out. She did this so many times. One of the times I woke up was actually by Meesha & I just brushed her off & dove back into my dream. I could have done many other things in this state but lucid dreaming must be first about myself. Fun is secondary. This was so revealing about what I see in our world today & my fears of what the US will become. There were children running all around this woman & I feared the worst. I had such a drive to find what hidden meanings I could from this dream state. Finally one child was not so fortunate when she didn't snuff it in time. This again was one of the times I woke up & fell right back into my dream state to do what I would in real life & try to help the child. I frequently say that in my dreams I have a serious drive to stay true to my morals so this reaction was not uncommon for me. I could easily just shifted gears but what good would that do? Yes I could go off & change the scene but how often do you get to help others in real life up close in personal. I always say if I hit the lottery I would help ppl not give to organizations who funnel money that never sees its real way to help someone. Anyway, I looked for help for the child but there was none of course. I went to an apartment nearby & finally a man took the child from me. I hadn't seen a single person that I knew through all of this which is not typical for me. But I no sooner have this fleeting thought & I see my first husband & I run up to him & hug him because I have been alone all of this time. He would not be my top choice to be stuck w/ during end times for sure but I do know he would protect me strangely enough. I then look to my left & there is a man handing out cotton candy out of a machine. It looked like a popcorn machine w/ an overlarge opening that looked like where gum comes out of a gumball machine. At this point I know what this all means, believe it or not. I now hear Meesha IRL meowing weird so I get up to see what's going on.....

Stay in a half-lotus position and did 6 cycles of SSILD which totalled 30 minutes. Went to sleep and had a lucid dream. Couldn't find anything to do other than roam my neighborhood so I lost lucidity like always and had a vivid dream about chris brown, his car and other american celebrities.

I Spent time with Helen Owen, went to an indian film festival, participated in the world defence, and chilled with my friends at the T House. This is the second time when the T house had a sushi restaurant built in that would only function when the chefs came. Cool feature, and I have no idea when I first thought of it.

I am at a roadside café with a buddy of mine. There's another guy tagging along with us, but we don't know him very well. He may have been a hitchhiker we picked up. He is annoying, and we'd like to get rid of him. The waitress is a petite older woman with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. She is wearing a traditional diner waitress uniform, with the apron sashes tied in a bow in the back. She is carrying a pot of freshly-brewed coffee and is bustling about the diner like a busy bee, filling coffee mugs and taking orders. I start up a friendly conversation with her when she comes to our booth.

She begins telling us about her hometown -- a place I'd never heard of by the name of Alkie, Texas. I keep asking her how to say the name. To me it sounds like the diminutive of being an alcoholic. Taking advantage of her southern congeniality and realizing there may be a way I could make some money, I ask her whether or not Alkie had big, upper-scale homes. She tells me there are indeed several wealthy neighborhoods, and then gives me directions on how to get to them. As I fish for more information, she proposes I take her car to go check out the neighborhoods for myself. After I reluctantly agree to take her car, she comes back from the kitchen with three keys stuck to a piece of white, laminated cardboard: one key for me, one for my friend, and one for the annoying guy who is tagging along with us and whom we can't seem to get rid of. He gets real excited when he sees "his" key, but I don't give it to him. I separate it from the cardboard and put it in my pocket.

She takes us outside to her car, an old white sedan, and wishes us good luck as she heads back inside the diner. Pulling out of the parking lot, it suddenly dawns on me I have no recollection of the directions she gave us. I just drive around aimlessly, looking for signs that might indicate how to get to Alkie. When it starts getting dark, I pull up to an old abandoned church. I'm not sure why I stop here, but the place seems familiar; it appears to be a place I recently visited in another fragment earlier that night. I have a nagging sensation that I have some unfinished business here. The three of us get out of the car and head toward the rectory. It is now twilight.

As we approach the door, we pass by two suspicious-looking men sitting on a stone bench. They stop talking and watch us. We enter the church and I quickly lock the door behind us. The church is dark, silent, empty. I peek out the little window in the door to see if the men on the bench had followed us, but all is quiet. The inside of the church is a bit unsettling. It appears that we entered through a side door leading into a kitchen. The sanctuary is to the right. The two guys I am with stay in the kitchen while I walk into the sanctuary.

There is a coffin at the altar. An old pewter candelabra sits on it, with extinguished white candles melted halfway down. In an instant, it all comes back to me: there was a funeral taking place in the church during my last dream fragment, and now it was over. But why didn't they bury the body? I suddenly realize I am in a locked, dark church with a dead body. I look around the sanctuary and see several people sleeping in lazy boy recliners. The recliners are where the pews used to be. Someone reclines too far back and falls out their chair. Other people then start waking up because of the noise. I see their faces and start to recognize them as the funeral-goers from the dream I had. It appears they had waited for me to return. They are friendly. In the back of the group, I see an extremely attractive blonde smiling at me. She captivates my full attention, and I forget everything as a powerful jolt of sexual arousal shoots through my body. Fade recall. Dreamt 1/15/2017

I had took two Advil PM last night so I actually slept deep and had terrible recall but finally slept about 6 hours of pretty good sleep, getting up only twice. I have only ten minutes left when I looked at the clock before my alarm and thought this is it, last chance for a dream. When I closed my eyes they were flashing like crazy so I grabbed on to one of the white blotches and got sucked into a little dreamlet. I was smelling coffee really strong and it smelled so good. My head was pounding and I knew I had to have coffee and looked down at the table and I had about ten cups of coffee sitting in front of me. I appeared to be in a little cafe and a woman came over and started explaining all of my coffees. The one that stuck out was something about beans they pick out of crap? She said that was the best they had. Umm I made sure not to try that one. I just needed two cups but decided to taste them for fun. I pretty much liked all of them (except the one I didn't try) and it was amazing how different coffee can taste. The smell was so strong in my nose yet I make my coffee in the morning it isn't on a timer. Then I hear the jingle bells on the door which tells them someone is coming in. Next thing I knew three men are sitting at my table. I didn't know any of them but they all grabbed a cup and started drinking it which I thought was strange. They looked like they were hard working guys so I didn't say a word. Then one guy grabbed the untouched coffee and drank it and said this is the best coffee I ever had lol. My alarm went off.

I was in a dimly lit building, and I know there was someone with me, but I don't know who. Outside there was something huge and grey rotating in the distance, at first it looked like an tornado. But then it turned out to be a huge weird steel structure and it flew right over the building I was in.
That was so bizarre I instantly turned lucid. I flew into a long corridor and tried to morph into Ryuuko, trying to change my hands, but the dream wouldn't let me. I only saw some red scaly stuff on my hands. I turned 90° left and there was a weird red dragon which I... made disappear with a weird handchop. It was really glitchy and it was all in plain sight.
I turned 90° right after a couple of meters and there were 2 girls, going at it with a strap-on. And that's were I woke up.

My recall was horrible today. I've come to realize I've been caught up so much in my chaos that is life. Therefore, with the anniversary of my Lucid dreaming lifestyle approaching, I am going back to reinstate my everyday routines. I'm meditating with a jigsaw puzzle & implementing timers on my phone to help recondition my mind. As a side note this is the first time I've used my phone for the site & found it doesn't allow for color. So that's why I didn't color code.

I was in the company of Jeroen and Sander, two fellows (brothers) who used to be in my class (Jeroen was, Sander was still in the previous year) waaay back in 1998-1999-2000. I think we "walked and talked" while moving through a long corridor. I was bullied, excluded and tormented in those days (and all the years after that until 2008). I asked Sander if I ever hurt him, and he said I did. I halfheartedly apologized. It's true, they used to be really fat, and I wasn't. The rest bullied me, and my frustration needed a way out, so I bullied the only ones I perceived as more pathetic than me, the fat kids!

I was in some kind of video game world. I flew up, but went way faster than I expected. I went so high, I could see beyond the borders of "programmed space", like when you go out of bounds or "no-clip" out of the map in a game. From that altitude, the world looked very artificial and gamey indeed.

I came down again and came in for a landing near a big building. My approach was fast, and at very low altitude, so I skidded on the gravely ground for several dozen meters before coming to a stop. There were some people and some stuff I don't remember probably happened, but after that, I took off again (which was a challenge from ground level, flight is easier if you jump off stuff) and flew up to land on the roof of the big building.

The building resembled a huge supermarket, not high but very big. On the roof, I encountered a few kids, many aged between 8 and 12. I asked them if they were planning to jump. Apparently, flight was common enough in this dream universe for that question to make sense! Now that I think of it, I recall jumping off a building (no fear whatsoever) and flying effortlessly, but don't remember when this happened in the narrative of the dream. Anyway, the kids laughed at my suggestion and said they were there for another reason.

I followed them into some kind of "bar". It was some shady dude's apartment (on the roof of the supermarket!), but retrofitted to act as a bar. There were some minimally dressed young women laying around, one on a couch, a few more standing around elsewhere. I didn't think they were too attractive. I found the guy who ran the place in the kitchen. I bought a drink, and I think he offered me "other services" as well (okay, he was a pimp). I wasn't into the idea at first, but in the end I was like "what the hell, okay" and said I wanted the chick laying on the sofa, because she was the hottest of the bunch. Sue me.

I'm in a bathroom, one that closely resembles our bathroom from when I lived with my parents. I think I was getting dressed, but I had a friend (a black dude, never seen him before in real life) who was still in the shower. When I got out of the shower, I accidentally left the door open, and water had spilled all over the floor. The floor was made of light gravel (as it used to be in real life), and the water got between the gravel, soaking into the floor.

I left the bathroom, and found myself in a massive corridor that resembled a shopping mall. I went all the way to the back of the hallway, and up an escalator. There was a military outpost there. The soldiers were clones, like the ones from Star Wars. I apparently got into a big fight with one of the commanding officers, who betrayed me. The clones under his command immediately opened fire on me. The day before I watched an episode of "The Clone Wars" in which a clone commander betrays the Jedi. I grabbed my own gun (a pump-action shotgun, I think) and fired on my attackers while I rushed back down the escalator. I ran back through the hallway and exited through a door somewhere.

I found myself in one of my former schools (it was a mix of several of my former schools). I wandered around, not sure where I was going. I was still armed to the teeth, and realized I was around children... in a school. They'd think I was one of those terrible school shooters, and I didn't want that! I hid the gun in the sleeves of my coat (!!). I now had two guns, one in each sleeve. I walked through classrooms, and across the courtyard of the school. One person recognized me, and shouted something at me. But it was definitely the present, not the past. I walked behind a couple of girls who were on their way to their next class (I guess), and saw a teacher I recognized (in reality, he is a German actor who plays the medic in the movie 'Der Üntergang', or 'Downfall'). I asked him how to find the building where the adults take their evening classes (that was apparently the large building I had escaped from). Not sure why I was trying to go back there.