lucid

I'm standing in a room by myself. It's a bit of a dark room. I think I see my own reflection in a big mirror that's mounted on the wall. I can't recall why, but I decide that I need to perform an RC. I attempt to push the index finger of my right hand through the palm of my left hand. Slowly, it works. I was already quite certain that I was dreaming, but I'm happy nonetheless. It's been a while since I was last lucid. Ok, calm down, don't get too excited. I perform the RC a few times to stabilise myself. I then think of what I want to do. Lets summon Lara? Nah, I don't want to do that. I realise that I have my earplugs in. I want to change the music that is on. At first I just think about it, but no success. I decide to shout the command, which is the name of a song that I don't remember. Normally if I try to do this, my voice is a bit muffled, so shouting works fine. This time my voice isn't muffled and I'm slightly surprised by my own volume. It's a bit loud. What would the effect of this be in the real world? Nothing happens at first. I'm tempted to touch the remote to change the music, but then it does happen I believe.

It’s daytime and I’m driving a white motorcycle in what appears to be an Indonesian city. I’m driving on the left side of the road. I decide to stop my bike on the side of the road. I think I may be dreaming, but I’m not sure yet and I don’t want to take any chances, considering that I’m driving a motorcycle. I try to push my fingers through my palm and it works. I instantly realise that I am indeed dreaming. I decide to get up from the bike. The whole steering section has just vanished, allowing me to dismount very easily. I continuously re-push my finger through my palm and keep telling myself that I’m dreaming. I think of other things that I can do to stabilise the dream. I’m doing good so far. I might even win the challenge with werty52 to have a 5 minute long lucid. I decide to strengthen the dream by focusing on my senses. I drop to the ground and run my hands over the sand that’s on the ground. The sense of touch is very realistic. It feels awesome. Throughout the dream I feel some excitement, but I contain it.

I am in a room somewhere inside. I have the feeling it’s an Indonesian room somehow. I feel the need to RC (perhaps because I feel like I’ve had a FA, though I’m not sure anymore) so I try to push my finger through my palm and it works. I realise I’m dreaming again. I consider what to do for a moment. I don’t have any real goals, any actions to undertake. I walk over close to a wall. Then I crouch down on the ground, placing my hands on the ground as well. I decide to let myself phase through the ground. I know that normally this is done with the wall, but ah, whatever. Without putting any conscious effort into it, I slowly start sinking into the ground. I wonder what will await me on the other side. I get about halfway through when I hear a sound that throws me off guard. I assume it to be from the waking world, though I’m not certain. It’s the sound of a mobile food vendor coming by.

I’m in a similar, or perhaps the same room again. I’m seated in a comfy chair. I’m already considering that I might be dreaming again and perform the finger through palm technique. I’m not fully convinced by the results, because my finger goes through at the edge of my palm, making me doubt whether it really went through or just along the side. For some reason I can’t make it out very clearly. A bit in the distance are two white people, a guy and a girl my age. They come over to talk. I’ve never met before. Now I’m performing the same RC over and over, while trying to have a conversation with 2 strangers and trying to make a good first impression. The guy is German and has me using my very limited vocabulary. The girl is from Australia. We talk for a bit more. Eventually I want to get this RC right so I ask the guy to touch index finger tips with me. I figure that this way I won’t be attempting to smash my finger through my hand like an idiot and if my finger passes through his, I’m dreaming. Yeah.. totally normal request to make. So much for a good first impression.

I'm talking to Cor. He tells me that he can identify who has been with who in a purely sexual way, based on the messages that they leave behind.. on FB? I'm doubtful, but he manages to take my doubt away by accurately stating who I've been with. What the hell. I need to remove this stuff from FB right away.

Read some articles about online privacy violations by government and private companies throughout the day.

Lucid Limbo
I’m in a single room with my blonde ex girlfriend and two male pilots. The pilots are ‘hers’. She’s using the corporate jet I believe. The two pilots are sitting at a desk/table in the corner of the room, facing the wall, though also facing sideways a bit. I seem to be lying on the ground or perhaps on a mattress. My ex is sitting on top of me. She is trying to seduce me and tells me emotional stuff, such as that she’s missed me and wants me back, or something along those lines. I participate in the physical stuff, but I refuse to say stuff such as that I want her back, cause fact is, I don’t. I at one point get a sly grin from the left pilot. I kinda ‘good for you, bro’. I tell her that the pilots gotta leave the room. First she mentions a reason why they can’t and I tell her that I mean for them to leave the room. She agrees to that. More stuff happens

I’m now with my friend Sil in my room. Everything is purely platonic, though the feelings from the first part are residual. I leave to go to the toilet. The toilets are a far cry from what the toilets in my dorm look like, though I don’t realise it. One of my dormmates is collecting money for internet and such. I’m not in my room, so I hope he doesn’t find me. And I hope my friend / my ex (she changed back?) tell where I am. I can hear her voice and I think she did tell where I am. I attempt to silently, fully close the door to this particular toilet / shower. The door is messed up though and won’t fully close. Plus, next to the door are windows, so he’ll be able to spot me. I move out to a larger area, still completely naked. I’m hesitant as people might drop into this living room like area and I’m nude. Somewhere along the line (I can’t tell where exactly, I think in the shower area) I have the notion that I’m dreaming. I look at my right hand. No black letter S on it. There’s a faint trace of it at most. I try to push my finger through my hand, but no success. Not dreaming? I look at my right foot. Six toes. The one on the far right is even bigger (and misshapen) than the big toe. Ok that can’t be real. But.. the RC failed? Have I always had 6 toes on 1 foot? No way. I look at my left hand and discover that most of my pinky is gone. Guess I know where that extra toe came from. I sorta try to cut my toe with my finger as a means to restore reality to how it should be. Next I try to push the remainder of my pinky on top of my extra toe, in an effort to make them merge and get my pinky back where it belongs. Why are all the RCs failing? Still, I’m clearly dreaming right? Come on, hand and foot?! I get hung up on the failed RC though and let it affect me. I’m positive nevertheless. I perform a hovering above the ground sliding tackle somewhere. I know I’m dreaming, so I can do whatever. Still the RC is on my mind.

I’ve forgotten part of the dream, but I’m in a big office like building with open structure. The stairs and elevators, basically the whole lobby area, is in an open area with walkways on every floor directly on both sides. I feel like I’m not sure of what to do, given the RCs failing. I decide to aimlessly Spider-Man around. I shoot some webbings and swing myself up. On the way I overhear some corrupt anti-narcotics officers talking. One of them has bought a new GoPro, claiming it was necessary for work. When he isn’t paying attention to it for a moment I decide to shoot some webbing at it. I continue to kind of aimlessly web, not feeling any excitement and not fully appreciating that I’m lucid.



I'm standing somewhere in the town I was born in. I think I'm a kid again. I've been taken back to the 1990s (1992 or 1993?). I'm outside during the day and there's something that relates to a racism discussion. I'm not sure if it's actually being discussed right now or if it's all happening in my mind. I wonder about some things to which extent I actually find them racist and to which extent I feel obligated to think that they are racist. Eventually music starts playing. Snoop Dogg and then I think also some other rap (2Pac?). I love those guys in this context, whatever this context exactly is. A girl who in real life would be my age starts talking to me.. but then stops?

Study
I'm with a group of friends. We're on the streets somewhere in Indonesia, running somewhere. I lose my flip flops a few times. I don't pay too much attention to it, though when I find the exact same flip flops a bit further down the road, I slide them on.

We've arrived at a study centre now. I have an exam I desperately need to study for. I decide to leave my phone and my wallet in my bag. I know my bag is unattended, but if I take my phone with me, I'll just get distracted. My Macbook is supposedly on the table, though disassembled somewhat and totally misshapen. The keyboard is huge. The very annoying mom of a girl I know tries to assist me somehow. After this, I go into a study area.


Party stuff
I'm with a big group of people. There's a teenage girl who took 1 drink and already disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to throw up. One of my friends wants to help her, cause she is the little sister of a friend.

I'm the assistent to a DJ. I just stand beside her, looking freaking useless, while she does all the actual DJ work. She's spinning vinyl records, though she sucks. Her transitions are worthless. She eventually ends with the Pokemon themesong. I respond in a "really?" type of way, while the crowd loves it.

My friend Lin is also present at this party and he's so drunk that he decides to pour beer straight out of the bottle into his ear. He then hits the ground. He falls down twice and you can see the blood splatter on the ground, from his head. I seat him in my friend San's car. I ask San if he can drive or if he is too drunk. He tells me he is too drunk. Ok, guess it will be Sven who will have to drive him to the hospital.

The party is over. I walk off to some place to grab my bag with phone and wallet in it. I pass a girl walkling in the opposite direction. She is wearing a Spongebob outfit.

Sceptre
Scarlett Johansson (as Black Widow?) has to steal a sceptre from an evil god. The room in which this is in looks like it is in outer space. Scarlett has either the superpower or has been genetically modified to be able to be pierced by sceptres without dying. I think she's also able to teleport. The god is in a different room or building, flying somewhere. The moment Scarlett touches the sceptre, he knows and teleports to the room. I feel like it happens 3 times. The first time she gets stabbed in the stomach. The second time.. not sure. The third time the god has turned into a giant Deadpool and she is hanging on while he is flying.

Woke up at 6am and stayed awake for about an hour, taking some notes and then mostly reading a book. Stayed in bed the whole time.

Lucids
I had a dream within a dream. Not sure what happened, but I decided I needed to perform an RC. I manage to push my fingers through the palm of my other hand. The dream never really becomes stable, because I don't properly take the time to stabilise. I keep performing the RC over and over in an attempt not to lose lucidity.

I'm riding my motorcycle on one of the main roads in my city. I nearly get into a collision with an orange/red car, which approached from my right. We're good though. I take a left to the gas station. The line for the motorcycles is to the far left [it should be to the far right]. I put my motor on the standard. While looking down I notice that I'm wearing a necklace. Heh, necklace? I never wear a necklace. Hey! I perform the same RC again. Success. I'm a bit skeptical, because everything looks so real. Plus, I'm afraid to accept it given the circumstances. I am with my motor after all. I don't want to do anything stupid and find out I'm not dreaming. I perform the RC several times and each time it's a success, reinforcing my belief that this is really a dream. The sensation of my finger going through my palm is weird. I walk around while performing the RC. I remember there being a girl somewhere to the far right, next to a car. She was really pretty due to her eyes, though I know it's due to coloured contacts. I still want to see her again though. She's in the car right now.

I wake up in a different bed and a different room than usual. I perform the same RC again and I become lucid again. My mind is not completely clear I guess, cause I'm worried about how my real body will react to my lucid activities, thinking of my real body as the body in this bed. It's as if I'm having a dream in a dream and both dreams are connected. I perform the same RC over and over. I also sort of whisper 'stabilise' throughout', cause I'm afraid of how my real body will respond. The first time I whisper stabilise, it reverberates throughout the dream as a shockwave. I don't know if the other times had much effect. I think for a second what to do. Waterball? No, I lost that challenge already. Summon someone. Summon who? Nina. Instead of willing her to just be in the room, I decide to look at the door which is straight in front of me [I'm still in bed]. It's a brown wooden door and quite solid looking. I will it to open and for Nina to be behind it. It takes a few seconds before the door starts to move, but eventually it swings open. The area behind it is quite dark and I can't really see that much. I haven't been able to make Nina appear yet, though I can see that something is beginning to form in the dark.

I only remember 2 little things:

» I'm talking to someone in Indonesian and am pretty content with my language skills.

» I've become lucid through pushing my finger through my palm. I have a single thought that disrupts my stability, though I don't remember what it is. Or perhaps I tried to move on without properly stabilising first. I start to panic and frantically move my finger around in the palm of my hand to stabilise myself.

Went to bed around 1am, woke up around 6am, stayed awake for a little bit and then went to sleep. Woke up again, fell asleep again shortly after.

I'm driving my motorbike around in Indonesia. It appears to be the city that I live in, though the architectural influences are definitely more Chinese (from the one building that I remember seeing). It was a traditionally red building. It had something written on the side, I think the name of the citizen, along with Barat [Indonesian for West]. I assume it to be the city hall for the western district of the city. I'm driving with a guy following me on his bike. I want to make a u-turn at one intersection, but I need to wait because the king of the Netherlands will pass shortly. I consider passing anyway, since traffic rules in Indonesia rarely apply, but I decide to wait. A guy comes by on some kind of shove cart, with another guy on it. This seems too low budget for the king. Both guys appear to have tanned skin and the king of the Netherlands is white.

I spot a white girl close to a wall. I instantly recognise her as a girl from my bachelor study, though her characteristic curly hair is now straightened. I start walking up to her and the moment she sees me she kinda goes "ugh". I start talking to her in Dutch. I tell her that she probably thinks I'm one of these foreigner hunting Indonesians [that's actually a thing], but that I recognise her from our studies. She asks me what that might be. I hesitate for a moment, pretending to think and then tell her the name of our bachelor. This opens her up a bit more and I think we talk.

Eventually we're walking with another white guy. He's sort of her mentor. He has brown hair, average length for a guy and perhaps glasses. I think he talks with a southern accent, Belgian even. He talks softly though, so I can't understand all that he's saying. The girl is walking to my left and he is even further left. At one point I switch places with the girl so that I can hear him better. He's talking about something intellectual. A fourth person joins us, a guy. Either that person or the girl starts signalling someone. I look and see that someone is going to use a pipe and blow darts to shoot the guy. I move to the right, out of harms way. The person doing the shooting is standing in plain sight a few metres away. I can see the trajectory of the darts. Miss. Miss. Miss. So many misses. At one point the person is standing so close that it's basically execution style and starts hitting the guy in the shoulder. After a while the guy with the darts just discards the pipe and starts spitting out darts with force, the way some people spit watermelon seeds. No way! Next thing my friend Veb is in a white cabrio that's parked and starts doing the same. Then they start shooting it from their fingers. I move in to punch Veb on the head from behind, but I miss. He looks at me and I know I'm fucked. I duck.

It's at this moment that I decide that I must be dreaming. I try and succeed to push my finger through my palm, giving off a slight sensation. I'm in the living room of my mom's house. The order of things is a bit blurry. Throughout the lucid I keep performing the same RC to stabilise myself, as well as looking at my hands. My little brother is present and he is annoying me. He's distracting me by making noise, making me fear to loose the lucid. At some point I decide to take some pictures of him while he's getting dressed and threaten to upload them to... idk. The television in the living room is also distracting me. It's showing Spongebob. I tell the tv to turn off, perhaps making a hand gesture as well. It does so. Sweet. I also shout several times that this is my dream and I want it to be stable, and similar commands. I think it actually worked for a bit. I think I shouted it in English, though perhaps also in Dutch. I wonder about what my real body is doing, but I decide fuck it if I'm screaming in reality too, though I'm probably not. I really shouted my commands the way a high rank in the military would. Loud and not even considering that they might not be adhered to. My mom comes into the living room and starts brushing her teeth, which makes quite a lot of noise. I first want her to stop, as I want to focus on creating a waterball, which is difficult cause I have no clue how to. I decide to take a different approach. I put my index and middle fingers to my temples and will myself to teleport. I can't really think of any place, so I just teleport to just outside the front door. It worked. The dream scenery isn't complete though. There are parts missing, kinda similar to when you go towards the edge too fast in a sandbox game and the game needs to load the rest of the map. I realise I just completed one of my dream goals by teleporting. I'm also probably lucid for longer than a minute by now, finally. I teleport once more, now down to the street. I don't know why, considering that the dream was already incomplete. It's here that I really start slipping away and eventually wake up. I performed the RC several times to check.

Went to bed around 1am, woke up from my alarm at 6am, stayed awake till 7am and then went back to sleep.

Yet another short lucid..
I’m in my friend Fay’s dormitory, in her room [which is much smaller than her real room]. We’re in her bed together, trying to sleep. It’s a single bed, so we’re cozied up together. For the most part, I'm facing away from her, and she is hugging my back. After a while I consider this to be odd. Not in a dreamlike sense, but in a 'this is morally wrong' sense, considering that we're both in a relationship and are friends with each other's partners. There are some holes in my memory of the dream. At one point I'm completely nude, just because it is so hot. I feel like she wasn't able to see it anyway, so it didn't matter much. Some time later I put on my blue/white boxers with a red waistband. At yet another moment we're facing each other. She laughs at me 'pretending' to have been sleeping. She's talking in English. There's a point where it just becomes so weird to me that I feel the need to RC. I'm sure now that I managed to push my finger through my palm, but at that moment my view was obstructed, so I wasn't sure. At a later moment in time I have severe difficulties opening my eyes. I know this feeling. It's happened to me before in dreams! It takes me forever to open my eyes. I think it's at this point that my friend is becoming touchy. I resist at first, but as I'm becoming more confident that I'm in a dream I let up. Finally I decide to perform another RC. My finger goes through my palm and I can see it clearly this time. There is no weird sensation though, like there sometimes is. It also took a lot of effort to push my finger through, as if my skin was resisting it. I move my finger around in my palm for a bit. Then I get slightly excited and think about what I want to do. I get up from the bed. There's 2 things on my mind: I want to teleport a friend in here and I literally said something along the lines of "Sweet, now let's make that fireball eh waterball," in Dutch. I go for the waterball. I think to myself for a moment whether I shouldn't take the time to stabilise first. Ah nah, screw that. Ok so how do I make a waterball? I improvise. I put my right hand up in the air, forming it in a half circle. With my left hand I start pushing into this circle, as if I'm trying to move something (water) into it. I can hear a dog bark. Neighbour's dog. Fuck. It's destabilising me. I'm trying to focus and to remain stable, but I wake up. I perform a RC. This is not a FA. The neighbour's dog is really barking.. for just a few seconds.

I definitely need to read up on stabilisation again, considering how many lucids I've had lately and how quickly they always end.

Shoes & Africans
I'm in the room of my dormitory. There are some shoes on the desk that I never use. Including some women's shoes. They're all black or another dark colour. I take them outside with me. I put on one of my own shoes, the black ones. Only on the right foot though. I think I'm wearing white socks. I walk downstairs with the other shoes still in my hand. There's a large gathering of African students downstairs. The hall is much bigger than it is in reality. If I had known that there would be people around, I wouldn't have made a fool of myself by wearing only one shoe. Also, there's this many Africans here? I would've loved to know this earlier. There are a lot of people here I don't know though. I should lock my room. I think I hear some talk in English. That's all I remember.

Water money
I'm at the dormitory again. This time there are just a few people, including our non-English speaking guard. Someone makes a joke that since we [the tenants] are paying for drinking water and the guard is also using it, he should also pay. He tells him in English. I ask the guard in Indonesian if he understood, ready to translate if necessary. He tells me he did. He'll get his money. I think it's kind of mean, considering how little he earns from this job.

I woke up naturally around 5.30 am and decided it would be a good moment to become lucid. I went to the toilet and then started performing SSILD.

Another short lucid
I'm lying in my bed in my room in the dormitory. To the left of me is my Mac. There are two guys in my room. One of them is my dormmate, the other a guy that frequently visits. They are tucking me in for bed. At first I'm ok with it, but after a while they get annoying. They keep on tucking the blanket and touching my head and generally just preventing me from falling asleep. Then it occurs to me that I might already be asleep. I attempt to push the index finger of my right hand through my left palm. It works. I should put more attention into stabilising before doing anything else. I leave my finger in my palm, wiggling it around every once in a while. At one point my eyes are closed. I'm afraid to open them, cause I'm afraid that I will open my real eyes. After a few seconds of indecision I slowly attempt to open them. I believe I can feel my real eyes opening, though I'm not sure if that's true. I'm not sure whether this was still in the dream or after, but I turned around in bed and tried to push my left index finger through my right forearm.

Motor
I'm in a city in Indonesia, riding a motorcross bike. The body is predominantly green. Behind me is my girlfriend, also driving a manual motor. I switch gears a few times, though I think not so smoothly. Across the street is a woman who is just getting on her motorcycle. It seems like she has fallen off. I cross the street to ask her in Indonesian if she is doing fine. She replies in English that she is. It surprises me slightly that she would reply in English. I focus on getting back to the other side of the street. My motor has shut off and the electric start won't turn it back on. I switch gears down 2 times. The motor changes gears quite violently. After this I believe to be in first gear and try again. It works.

Forgotten lucid
I'm certain that in the morning, perhaps around 6am, I was lucid. I only remember walking down a white surface street, while still trying to stabilise or to regain my lucidity. Other than that I don't remember what I was doing -_- I do remember waking up or having a FA and attempting to get back into it, I think with success.

Fragments
» In one of my non-lucids I was Spider-Man and swinging to a skyscraper while my friend was watching me. My webbing was weird though. It seemed more like plastic wrap.

» I'm in Indonesia I think. I've got my thesis defence, but it is quite weird. For what seems like the first few minutes, I'm talking about only semi-relevant things.

» I'm in my student city in the Netherlands. I'm with my classmates and someone is telling me something about an area slightly to the north of the city centre. I can't recall what that person was telling me though.


Cops
My friend Sander is driving a Dutch car on the highway. I'm sitting in the back to the right. I think I'm playing with my phone. There's a motorcycle cop driving in front of us and Sander decides to mess with him. He pulls up very close the whole time and flashes his lights for a long time. I can see the change in lighting on the cops motor / back. To our left is a pick up truck from Rijkswaterstaat. I ask Sander if he is sure about this, because he'll get himself into some trouble. Eventually we reach a traffic light and a diferent motorcycle cop goes against traffic to pull up next to the driver's window. The cop isn't wearing a helmet, just a yellow raincoat hoodie. Strange. He gestures for Sander to follow him.

Date
In my student city again. I'm on roller blades and I'm not very proficient at it. I'm quite unstable. There's a mom and her daughter standing somewhere. They try to draw my attention from a distance. For some reason I try to ignore them first but after a few seconds I listen. Somewhere in this dream my glasses fly off and the right leg has broken off. At the same moment I was trying to look up directions using Google Maps for the two of them. I hand my phone to the daughter while I fix my glasses. It turns out to be quite easy. Pop in a screw and it's back to normal. Though the daughter comments that it is slightly crooked. Great.

We're standing somewhere else now, somewhere with a roof but still semi outside. It's around this time that I notice the mom's dress. It's blue/green and there are holes to allow her nipples to stick out. That is... ok...? She has weird elongated nipples. I also notice for the first time that the daughter's breasts are quite big and there is some cleavage showing. I don't dare to look too much though, cause I'm afraid they'll notice me watching.

We're at the train. I actually walk inside with them and then walk out again. The daughter shouts after me that we should go on a date. I don't really have the chance to reply. Somehow I know that they are from Zwolle. That's quite far.. plus I'm not interested.. plus I've got a girlfriend. I wonder for a moment whether she put her number in my phone while she had it. How else would she expect to go on a date with me? I don't know her name though. I wonder whether I should just not text her or text her to let her know I'm not interested.

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.

I don't recall any of my surroundings. I have a splinter in one of the fingers on my left hand and I'm vaguely aware that I am dreaming, though not fully. I use my thumb and index finger to squeeze the skin on the finger of my left hand, to get the splinter to come out far enough for me to pull it out. Something black starts popping out of it. It's the head of a cat. I let go so I can hold onto the cat and pull it out, but it sinks back in again before I can grab a hold of it. I repeat the squueze, this time holding on longer so that the cat will come out farther. I start to become more aware of this being a dream, but just at that moment I wake up because of a dog barking.

Often when I wake up like this from a lucid, the thing that woke me up was not really there in reality. This time, it was real. I could put up a post on the rant forum about how much I hate my neighbour's dog -_-

Bed: 23.00
Wake up: ~07.40 (and several times in the night and morning)
Now: 07.55

Lucid vacuum
I had a lucid that was very similar to my previous one. I remember absolutely nothing about the context. As far as I can recall, I'm in a white vacuum. I push my fingers through my hand to verify that I'm dreaming and it succeeds. There's a tingling sensation. Next I want to stabilise the dream, but I have my eyes closed. There are no details whatsoever to ground myself in. I try to rotate, to get some sensation going. I think I also try to open my eyes. With both of those moves I wonder how this is currently affecting my real body in bed. I wonder if I'm now raising my arm or something like that and whether if I try to open my eyes in the dream, I will open them in reality and wake up.

Open window
I'm going to the toilet/shower, which turns out to be quite disgusting. I decide I don't want to shower right now. I'll wait until the other shower is free. I walk back to my room. It's an attic room it seems. There's a window open that's near to the ground. If you fall out, which is very possible, you drop perhaps 10 metres down, into the neighbour's garden. There's some stuff dangerously close to the edge. My Mac, my girlfriend's Mac and some papers and I think her sweater. I start moving stuff away from the edge. Suddenly, it all just starts moving towards the edge. Fuck fuck fuck. I start pushing everything back with my foot, while simultaneously trying to not fall out myself. There's too much stuff, I can't handle it. I shout for help. My voice is quite hoarse. I think a guy comes to help me in the end.

Tipsy
I enter a cafe that's under construction, at least the terrace outside seems to be. There are 6 tables. At the far end I spot either the singer Ras Muhamad, my friend Tim T. or my dreadlock guy. I think it alternates a bit who's sitting there. I walk up the stairs instead, going to the 1st floor terrace. It's a bit awkward, cause I'm not sure whether I should acknowledge my friend. In the end, I decide to wait halfway up the winding stairs to see if he follows. I start seeing his feet, so I go up to grab what is supposed to be my beer and come down again. Probably not wise to drink beer out in the open during Ramadhan. It's in a Cola glass though. Plus.. this is not beer I guess. What is it? It has alcohol in it for sure. Just after standing on the ground, so after stepping off the stairs, I wobble a bit. I can feel that I'm tipsy. We sit down at another table that's occupied by a white Dutch guy and someone else. He says he remembers me from somewhere. Yeah.. we met yesterday evening, that's why.


Fragments
» I'm at what seems to be the Indonesian embassy with my aunt. She wants to go to Indonesia. I've already gotten my visa arranged. I tell her a bit about how it works. Then I ask her what she wants to do in Indonesia. She tells me that she wants to go snorkelling or diving. I react surprised. Her? Anyways, if she intends to stay for just one month or less she doesn't even need a visa.

» I'm at a food vendor's stall. He's pouring some soup into a bowl for me. He asks me whether I want bakso or tahu. I think about it for a while and then answer with bakso. I consider it a weird question.

» I met up with my friend Sat. Later on I'm driving a motor and it is just so incredibly slow. Then I realise that Sat and I switched bikes. Damnit. He must be enjoying himself right now. I want to switch asap.

» At first I'm with a number of people. Eventually I'm just with the little sister (~20) of a friend of mine [he doesn't have a little sister]. We take either an angkot or a taxi to wherever it is we're going. She tries to make a move on me, first being subtle and eventually placing her hand on my crotch. I refuse to give in the whole time, as she is my friend's little sister. She's making it difficult for me to resist once she places her hand on my crotch though.

» I'm with a group of friends and we decide to go bowling. We're at the bowling alley and one of us has a coupon card that will allow us to play for free. That person tries to scan it, but the card is refused. Apparently it won't work because it's already past 21:00. I see a black analogue clock somewhere, indicating the same. The card is valid for 2 hours, so there's not enough time for us to use all the credit. I consider whether it would work if we would split the credit over 2 lanes, considering that we're with a group of 10 orso people.

» I just went to the dentist, who in reality was my physical therapist. When I look into the mirror, I see that he has placed a humongous thing on one of my upper front teeth. What the hell. After a while it comes off and I go back to ask him about it. Apparently it was supposed to stick for 9,5 hours. Well.. that didn't happen. In the mean time a black woman is arguing in the office with.. the white, female assistant? It's about the expenses of her son's upcoming treatment, which she can't afford. It's turned into a shouting match.

» I'm walking on the street and meet a girl I went out with twice, several years ago. She's the centre of attention of 3 or so guys and she is willingly handing out her number. I make a comment about her being easy about it. Eventually we talk a short bit, and we decide we need to exchange numbers. She still has mine. Perfect.

Bed: 23.00
Wake up: 06.30
Now: 06.35

Waterfail
I'm having a dream within a dream. In the second layer I start fidgeting with my tooth which is in the upper right section of my mouth. Eventually it comes out, leaving a new tooth which has just pierced the gum to develop. I immediately realise what this means. I start moving my hands to perform an RC, but I know it's not even necessary. Yup, dreaming. After maximum 2 seconds of indecisiveness, I attempt to complete my waterball challenge with werty52. It's a total bust. I have my eyes closed and get thrown out of the dream in mere seconds. I have a FA, without realising it.

Gossip
I'm in a shop or something. There's multiple lines. My ex girlfriend is already standing in a line, at the very end, with a black guy close to her. I approach her from behind and rest my hand on her stomach. It seems as if we're still together. The guy starts talking to me about another black guy a few metres to our left. He asks me if I heard the guy. He asks me so in Dutch or in English. I reply that I heard him, in Surinam. I figure I don't want to be overheard by the guy who we're going to talk about, though odds are he also speaks Surinam. I also realise quickly that I've put myself in a bind. My Surinam is not that great, so I hope the guy won't make it difficult. Luckily he switches over to English pretty fast. He says something about it being impolite, but he's talking about it being impolite for the other guy to talk Indonesian..? Meanwhile the line is moving and my ex is asking me what we're talking about. I decide on telling her shortly after, though that moment doesn't come.

I don’t remember anything of the context of this dream. I just remember existing somewhere and feeling the sudden need to perform an RC, so I do. I am already a bit positive that I am dreaming and I manage to push my fingers through my palm. Now I am certain that I am dreaming. I immediately start talking to myself. I keep telling myself that this is a dream, so that I don’t lose my awareness. I think I may have been in my bedroom. I have a bet going with werty52; first person to conjure up a waterball while lucid, wins. I try to produce a waterball out of thin air, though doing it somewhat hastily and stressed. I wanted to get it done quickly, before losing lucidity. I failed to produce even a drop of water.

There’s a transition moment where I’m not sure if I’m having a false awakening. I switch around a bit between being in bed and being in the dream. While lying in bed, my whole body starts to hurt. I notice though that as long as I keep my dream eyes open, I stay in the dream. It’s harder to stay in the dream if I close my eyes for a moment. For some reason I decide to do exactly that, to experiment. I manage to open my eyes again in the dream, but not fully. Eventually the pain I’m experiencing makes me decide to wake up. After I woke up, I had no pain.

I was awake for at least an hour and I’m quite certain even longer. This is because the mosque close to my dorm wakes everyone up to eat before sunrise (it’s Ramadan now), though for some reason they do it WAY early before sunrise and for a very long time. Anyway, it seems that until the end of Ramadan I’ll be performing forced WBTB.

Bed time: ~23.00
Wake up: ~07.00
Now: 07.25

I was awake for an hour from 04:00 to 05:00. It’s Ramadan right now and the mosque nearby likes to remind everyone in the vicinity of that through praying loudly through a speaker.

Tooth
I’m standing next to a building, which may have been an apartment complex. One of my teeth (right side, upper row) is annoying me. I fidget a bit with it, because it just doesn’t feel good. It’s very loose and even though I’m trying to push it back, I’m afraid it will fall out soon. Suddenly it hits me that this is an issue I only have in dreams. I try to push my fingers through my palm. No success. I loose the idea of a dream for a moment. I’m not sure if I woke up for a few seconds. A few moments later I ask myself why I didn’t try multiple RCs when the first one failed. I try the same RC again, confident that this is a dream, despite it failing the first time. It works. Immediately I start levitating. I try to remain calm and keep looking at my hands. One of my hands is sort of wavy. I try to bend the fingers that are in my palm upwards and backwards. I get quite far. Meanwhile I’m levitating a few metres above the ground, not necessarily against my will, but also not because I wanted it. After just a few moments the dream starts to fade. I try to remain in it. I can’t rotate like this. I try to focus on my hands. I also shout stabilise (or a similar command). It’s slowly turning dark before my eyes. One of the last things I do is raise my arms. I can feel the sensation of doing so. I wonder what my real body is doing in bed.

Touch
I’m at what is supposed to be the city hall of the city my mom lives in. It’s the old building, which has been abandoned and been overgrown by plants. I’m interested in going through this abandoned building. I approach it, trying to squeeze myself in between the roots of the plants and what not. I scratch myself on some thorns. It hurts.

Nothing about that building resembled reality. Also, I don’t experience a sense of touch very often in dreams.


Written the following dreams after a few hours, because I didn’t have enough time in the morning to write it all down, meaning I’m missing some details.

Wolfish porn?
I have my laptop with me I think. I am in the mood for some porn. At first I consider that I don’t watch porn, but I think I give in. It turns weird real quick. Next thing I remember is that I am seeing something happening in front of me. There are 3 people. One girl, one guy and the other… I think is also a guy. The guys turn into part wolf part man beings. I’m not sure what happened after that (also not sure if I want to know).

Sleepy head
I’m at the train station. There’s a sprinter train [common type of train in the Netherlands]. I’m waiting for people to get out, so that I can get in. The door is not where it is supposed to be. It is located at the short end of the train. There are some particularly rude people who squeeze their way into the train before everyone has exited. At one point, even a white female staff member does the same, blocking off her colleague who is trying to exit. I finally get into the train. There is something going on, some obstruction I guess, so the train turns into the bus and we hit the road. I fall asleep and when I wake up, we’ve gone past the stop where I wanted to get out, which is my mom’s city. I consider asking the bus driver to stop, but I know that he’ll stop at the next stop instead.

Going crazy
I’m riding a motor, with my girlfriend on the back. We have to stop somewhere for a police check or something. The person behind the counter is asking me to pay Rp. 3.000. It’s not a lot of money at all, but I am frustrated by the corruption and refuse to do so. Next thing, we’re having lunch at the same place. The owner, a guy, offers us something that’s not on the menu. It turns out to be insanely expensive and I go crazy over it. Somewhere in between him bringing the lunch and me figuring out how crazy expensive it is, there are dogs trying to eat our food.