Raven's Roost

Wow, last night was the most productive dream night I've ever had. Throughout the whole night, the same dream stretched chronologically and completely context logically. Rare indeed. The whole dream was spent with me either hanging out with or texting my friend Celeste, who I haven't seen in years. There was a bit of romance but mainly it was just a refreshing dream about friendship.

My first lucid came about while we were driving around hanging out.

I am in the passenger seat and Celeste is driving. Its a warm summer day and we have the windows rolled down, Celestes hair is playfully being tossed by the wind. I look outside and we are driving on a dirt road, completely surrounded by tall wild grass, wheat fields, and cornrows. We make our way up a slowly slanting hill and she finally pulls over. "This is it!" she says excitedly as she gestures out the window. A lone tree sits upon the hill gigantic and majestic, looking older than god. I laugh and run up to it and begin to climb, when suddenly I become lucid. I hang on to the tree and feel its rough bark as clarity slowly comes to me. I remember wanting to try spinning instead of hand-staring as a stabilization technique, so when the dream begins to fade I use it and find it incredibly effective. Celeste laughs. "What are you doing??" I wave to Celeste, and keep a promise I made to myself do nothing sexual.

The field oozes summer. Pollen floats in the air, heat raises from the soil, and I can feel the sunbeams on my face. Absolute heaven. Remembering another thread I commented about flying techniques, I decide to try flying as its been a while since I last did it. I jump high in the air and slowly float down, most likely just psyching myself out. I laugh at myself and know I can do it, so on the second attempt I leap forward and stay elevated. I begin to levitate just over the wheat field, letting the wheat tickle my legs.

After a few moments of flying around, I come to the edge of the field and see a construction site through the thin forest. I land and begin walking around the construction site. I see a cement foundation filled with dirt that will be used for a house, and to make sure I'm still in control I will flowers to grow. I turn away briefly then look back, and the foundation has become overgrown with beautiful wild flowers. I walk deeper into the construction site but lose lucidity before I can do much of anything else. I check my phone to see that six hours has passed and Celeste is worried. I tell her I'll be there in time for dinner and the scene changes.

My second lucid was super brief.

I attend dinner with Celeste and a husband and wife are there who my dream self recognizes as the owners to the small movie theater in town. Evidently we have history, as we laugh and talk for hours. Finally dinner is over, and everyone hugs and says goodbye. As the husband and wife are leaving, I feel a crunch in my mouth and pull out one of my bottom teeth. I look in the reflection of a car window and another falls out next to it. I smile to see if its noticeable, and, no surprise, it is. I begin to panic, then realize that strange dental things happen to me often in dreams. Bingo! I become lucid again and try spinning, but I'm aware of myself already waking up. I just stand there and enjoy how strange it is for your body to wake up when you're already "awake".

Just a small aside; not even two weeks after rejoining I've had three lucids... Knew being involved here would do the trick!

I had several small dreams last night, but they were dull so I'll cut to the chase.

I am sitting on a red velvet couch in an incredibly elegant ballroom. Red velvet curtains twenty feet high have been drawn across all the windows, and beautifully polished wood pillars stretch upwards fifty feet to the cathedral ceiling. A glimmering chandelier hangs above the ballroom floor, casting a golden hue across the room. I know I am waiting for someone, but whom I'm not sure.

Suddenly, a beautiful Latino woman tackles me off of the couch. Before I know whats happening, she begins hurling fireballs at me. I remember that I'm spider man, and I begin slinging around the room, even though my webs are invisible. Her flames are flying everywhere, but the room is impervious to fire or magic, as nothing catches. I sling some webs at her but they seem to have no affect. Finally, I hide behind one of the luxurious curtains and get a good look at her - gorgeous, and in a white dress with a large cleavage swoop and quite long train.

The beauty of both the place and the woman jolts me into lucidity. As soon as I become lucid she lowers her hands, and turns to look me in the eye, smiling. Most dream DC's I encounter go still and brain dead when I become lucid, but not this one. I walk slowly out from the curtain and I am suddenly in a tuxedo, and I have the overwhelming feeling that this is my ballroom. "You're finally awake!" she says with a smile, which I must admit creeped me out. Usually in my lucids whatever plot was occurring vanishes, but not so here.

"Dance with me" she requests, as the two of us embrace in fine ballroom posture. We begin sweeping around the ballroom in the most elegant waltz of all time. My heart is in my throat as I haven't had a lucid this clear in months. After a few moments of our sweeping dance, I try to recall the task of the month, and recall the basic one about asking New Years resolutions. The effort of remembering causes me to dance clumsily and nearly lose lucidity. I stop dancing to look at my hands and surrounding to anchor myself, and notice that the red paint of the walls has become a Christmas wallpaper of green gold and red. I look at her and her beauty makes me nervous to speak to her, even though I know its all a dream. I ask her her New Years resolution.

Suddenly, she sweeps me up and begins to lead like I was a few moments before. She is leading so hard that she seems to just pick me up and hover me across the floor in an aggressive dance. She spins me and dips me like a lady and I take this to mean her resolution was to take control, whether it be dancing or something deeper. I find it funny that I am being held in a dip, and I allow myself to lose lucidity and wake up grinning.

WHAT A COOL DREAM!

Non-Lucid Lucid

Lately it has been my personal task of the month to partake in a huge medieval feast. Inspired by a combination of Game of Thrones and my first amazing lucid eating experience, I am determined to make it work!

My family and I are eating at a restaurant together. After leaving, we realized that we had forgotten to tip our curly haired waiter, and we all felt terrible. While debating what to do, I step outside to my lawn to play with my dog. As I toss the ball for him, a Ferrari comes screaming on to my lawn, narrowly missing me, and driving straight into the side of my house; destroying the wall.

In a panic we all rush about and try to see who the driver is, and out steps the curly haired waiter, who did this to get revenge for us stiffing him. Something causes me to look at the clouds, and they look beautiful and painted. I turn back to the kid who is trying to scream at me but I interrupt him and say "what if this were a dream?" As I say it, I become lucid! The clarity is amazing, and I grab his face in both of my hands and laugh out loud, feeling nothing but love for the kid. He smiles back and laughs with glee too, and tells me to "Go!"

I remember my goal to eat at a medieval feast, but I want a partner. My good friend from college appears, and her and I grab hands. I begin to sprint with her, faster and faster, until we break the sound barrier and the world around us turns in to a blur. We run so fast that day becomes night, and then day again, and finally we arrive. There is a yard sale set up, and a small white building to our left. I know that through the door will be a medieval time waiting for me, but I don't want to go in without proper clothing.

The yard sale is all medieval clothing, so we look around for some clothes. As I examine them, I unknowingly lose lucidity and slide back into my dream, forgetting about the door entirely.

So close, yet so far!

Non-Lucid Lucid

I am taking karate lessons from an ancient Asian man that looks very much like the master from Karate Kid (the original, not that new crap.) He is teaching me karate indirectly like the movie; having me catch birds, chase animals, balance on poles, and a few others. While I am out doing one of his chores, I notice a backhoe that is digging outside of the Dojo. I look more closely and see that there are chunks of earth floating in the air without support, and I become lucid!

I walk down the street that the Dojo is in, taking in the sights and sounds. I am in a Chinatown area of a small city, but its very clean and pleasant. Its rather empty. There is a vendor open with steaming piles of delicious food that looked like it was taken out of the Spirited Away buffet scene... An incredibly Asian inspired dream... I decide to try some, but I can't really taste it. I realize too late that in my haste I forgot to gain clarity, and I wake up.

I've been trying SSILD for a few days now, and I've had 3 nights in a row of brief lucidity; pretty awesome coming from a month long dry spell. Last nights was decently long, however, and I finally managed to finish a basic task for June; speaking gibberish to a DC.

I was working for a driving range that was auspiciously located on the top of a Skyscraper in New York City. I clocked in, and then drove a golf cart up a spiral ramp to the top of the tower. The inside of the skyscraper was totally gutted, and the interior was a skeletal structure of red, rusting rebar. I could see shadowy figures moving in the darkness of the building as I went up and up, but I told myself that as long as I kept the cart moving they wouldn't bother me.

Finally I reached the top of the building, and parked my car next to a door that lead to the roof. As I twisted the knob and opened, I found myself at a gorgeous golf course, with a range straight ahead. I looked around, and for seemingly miles the green rolling hills of the course sprawled ahead of me; the city had vanished.

I began to set up the range, but realized I didn't have any balls for the customers to hit! I went back inside the door that was now lying flat against the ground, and reentered the skyscraper. As I descended the ramp once more, a horrible grinding noise came from the cart, and I came to a sharp stop as the wheels locked. Instantly I broke into a panic, as I knew the shadows would descend upon me shortly.

I tried to fix it, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't find the engine. I knew I was in trouble. Suddenly, two very ugly women, looking to be of incestuous backgrounds, lumbered out of the darkness; smiling and sniggering. I told them to get back, and in my fear I said this must be a dream! I plugged my nose and reality checked (my new favorite thing ever), and I realized that this was indeed a dream!

The two women stood there menacingly, but grew weary when they realized I was lucid now. I took a few moments to remember what the basic task was, and then remembered that it was to shout gibberish at a DC.

They took a step towards me.

"ACKAJOOBIJOOBIMUMBO!"

Crumpling in fear, the two women begged for me to stop. I looked closely and realized that their eyes had become the shining eyes of standard anime shows.

This time, in a booming Gandalf voice that made the whole building shake,

"SHANTANATABUMBABA!"

The women screamed and writhed and then began to glow; turning completely into japanese anime hotties. They were completely under my control, so I forced them to their knees and commanded them to give me my first ever lucid oral sex (winning!). It didn't last long though, as my REM cycle naturally ended.


It was definitely one of the most exciting lucids I have had to date! Can't wait to keep trying this SSILD stuff.

I had just finished innocently flirting with a beautiful girl from my old high school, and I was on my way home to take a shower. Upon arriving to a gorgeous mansion with modern architecture that my dream logic told me was my step moms house, I walked around and explored a bit because I didn't know where the shower was. I was only in a towel at this point, and finally I realized that my step mom was watching me as she dried off on the couch with a towel on as well. After a few super tense and awkward moments, I asked if I could use the shower; to which she replied "Yes, I'm leaving at 3."

I thanked her and went upstairs into what I thought was the bathroom, but it turned out to be the master bedroom. Frustrated that I couldn't find it, I sat down on the bed and took a second to gather my thoughts. I realized that I felt weird, and that this house didn't really seem like one I would live in. I tried passing my fingers through my hands and failed. I was about to sit up when I realized I should try another reality check. I pinched my nose, and I couldn't breath...

But I persisted...

And finally... Fwoosh! Air began to flow in and out of my nose, even though I had it pinched tight. It was the strangest feeling ever, but it was very pleasant; almost like popping a zit or clearing your sinuses... A pleasant release of pressure. Upon gaining lucidity, it became night outside, and it was rather dark inside the house. I wanted very badly to interact with my step mom's DC, to see what she would be like, but something in the back of my mind said she isn't there anymore, and thus she wasn't. Come to think of it though, she had said that she was leaving at three, and now that the sun was down, maybe my subconscious had made her leave, like she said she would.

I popped back into the bedroom to find tons of kids toys and small bits covering the bed. I couldn't remember the TOTM, so I decided to try to fall asleep within a dream, which I hear makes you have much better clarity and control. I began to clean the bed off, but it was super dark, so I went to turn the light switch on. Instead of turning on the lights, however, the sun whizzed back over the horizon and it became day. In hindsight, I wonder if my stepmother would have been back...

I continued to clear the bed until I sadly lost lucidity; but it was a pretty uninteresting scenario so I wasn't too upset.


This lucid dream came on the heels of 3 nights attempting the SSILD technique, and waking up twice during the night to do an SSILD WBTB.

Non-Lucid Lucid

I found myself with my mother in Boston. For some reason we decided that it would be a good idea to keep my car in a garage for the night, and I would take the train back to my house in the suburbs.

It fastforwarded a bit, and I pulled up to a parking lot that seemed to be in the middle of some place in Texas or Louisiana. It was a really backcountry place, with wooden hand painted signs and ancient gas pumps. It was midnight, so the store was closed, and there was only one cute redhead "working"; after pulling up for service she talked on her cell phone about some gossip for another two or three minutes until I revved my engine.

She gave me a dirty look but hung up and we chatted, I dug around my wallet for a tip, handed her three ones, then got out of my car. I decided to take a look around the outside of the shop. I found some old hard bagels that must have been fresh a morning or two before, and the icebox had nothing but cobwebs. I started to get a little suspiscious, and on cue a hick truck filled with a bunch of young guys pulls in and up next to the redhead in my car.

I shift uneasily, and then panic when I hear my car accelerate and kick up dust. Two of the guys have taken my car, and the red head and the other two guys are laughing their heads off as they peel out of the "parking lot". I become furious and chase after my car down a dirt road, its nearly pitch black but I sprint after them anyways. Suddenly, I begin to transform into a werewolf, and a grim satisfaction that I will tear them to shreds sets upon me... But then I realize that I this is definitely a dream!

I feel the lovely electrical sensation I get, but my vision goes darker and darker. Before I awaken though, an old-school tutorial voice comes on and instructs me to fall backwards and have faith. I do it, and the next thing I know I'm in an upstairs bedroom of a gorgeous house.

"Congratulations, you have escaped waking up! Kind of like how this guy escapes!". All of a sudden I become aware of a young man in plaid pajamas, wrapped lazily in masking tape. He tears it off dramatically, tells me we have to leave, and runs downstairs. Everything is incredibly vivid. As we reach the front door I look around. White walls, cathedral ceiling with a chandelier, nice artwork and antiques, and the calm lighting of an overcast morning.

He falls to the ground in exhaustion, and says "we've escaped from the bad guys!" To add a plot twist, I pull out a gun and aim it at him, only there is no gun, just my hand pretending to hold one. I try a few moments to conjure one, but I can't - so he looks at me like a crazy person and pushes my hand away.

I decide not to waste any time with him, and I can feel my real life arms starting to hurt, so I know I don't have much time. I walk into the main room of the house, adorned with a covered grand piano, more gorgeous furniture, and several windows and sliding doors that illuminate the room naturally. I investigate the piano, and on top is a decadent cake next to a bouquet of white roses. The cake is covered in white frosting, with a little rose pedal on top. I take a bite, and it is the most delicious cake ever (this time with 100% less calories!) It tasted like the most delicious and fresh Twinkie you can imagine, crossbred with a Krispy Kreme donut, and covered with delicious frosting.

I took another huge bite and began to laugh at how awesome it was. Then, I realized that the roses were edible too! I bet the whole house was edible infact; however I began to wake up a second time, and decided to wake up peacefully with the best taste ever in my mouth.

Lucid False Awakening

Last night was the worst sleep I've gotten in months, yet ironically it was my third and longest lucid, and I completed a Task of the Month!

I found myself in a gorgeous ski-lodge/ hotel, made completely with polished redwood and hardwood flooring. I was living there, alone, and my bedroom was bare save a neatly made bed that was only dipped on one side - a subtle hint that I no longer had, or had never had, a girlfriend in this dreamverse. I was a writer, and my study was cluttered with handwritten pages and crumpled failures. Surveying the seen in a relaxed yet depressed mood, I suddenly heard a hiss behind me.

Turning quickly, a found a dead and zombie-like little girl with a red headband hissing and coming towards me. Still calm, I thought, this couldn't really happen, and suddenly my mind fought to gain lucidity, reaching a hazy stabilization. In waking life I was asleep with a nightmask on, and that carried through to my lucidity, making a weird, half-blinded effect. I tried to wipe my eyes, and peel away the mask, but to no avail. The dream began to collapse around me and I woke up. Looking around I saw my girlfriend on the top bunk in a bunkbed next to me, sleep walking and threatening to tumble over the edge. I called out to her several times, yet she still carreened over the edge into my arms. Wait, we are sleeping in the same bed in waking life... This is a false awakening!

I was instantly sucked back into my previous dream, and this time the beautiful red wood lodge with its gorgeous support beams and white trim reappeared. The sensation of whooshing into lucidity was euphoric and unlike anything I've felt in a while. I heard a hiss, and turned to see the little girl back behind me. I told her I didn't have time for her, waved my hand dismissively, and she disappeared. I turned to hear yet another his, and this time it was a floating tiger head. I dismissed this as well, and turned to get my bearings.

I was in the main lobby, with two giant glass skylights. Without thinking, I lifted off the ground and flew out one of them into the air, and landed in the untouched forest outside. My stabalization was still perfect, so I took a moment to remember the tasks of the month. I remembered laying an egg, but then I recalled Ophelia's story about thinking she had pooped herself and I decided to try a different one . As I remembered that the basic one was to tell a DC they were fake/ dreaming/ in a dream, a hefty latino woman came into view on a path that wound its way through the forest. I ran up to her, intent on telling her she was dreaming, but she began to undress.

"Uhm... Anyway, did you know that you're in a dream!"
"Oh shut up!" she grinned, removing more clothes.
"No really, you're a figment of my imagination!"

Still grinning, she ignored me and embraced me, now without pants on. She wasn't beautiful by any means, so I was a bit hesitant.

Luckily, my girlfriend bumped me awake as she turned on her side, and I woke up, totally euphoric, and wrote it all down.


WOOO! SO AMAZING!

Last night I had my second Lucid experience!

It was a really unique dream... I had full control, however I didn't realize I was dreaming - I just accepted I was all powerful. I was a private investigator in a huge city, and a bit through my dream I developed God-Like powers. I could do anything.

I used these powers and became a super hero, hunting down my nemesis for the length of my quite-long dream. It was great. The dream was populated with thousands of DC, just like a real city, and it was incredibly vibrant. I found myself on a rooftop bar after my nemesis had narrowly escaped, and something about the place made me think... Wait... Am I in a dream? I realized that I was dreaming, and I got incredibly excited because I had all these wonderful powers. I looked at a table where my friend was sitting and did a Darth Vader force choke at it, and it began to shake. I still had my powers! I remembered a quote from Sageous that said I should forget entirely about stablizing because it actually more often than not led to destabalization. So instead I jumped off the huge Sky Scraper I was on and landed softly on the ground. My friend followed me, with Frozone type powers from the Incredibles. I began to sprint as fast as I could down the street, cars and headlights blurred into a single line as I broke the sound barrier. Suddenly, my friend pointed out our nemesis running a bit ahead of us and I was sucked back into the dream, consumed by the chase. I was still vaguely aware that this was a dream, but I didn't take control again, probably because it was so fun!

What a great time!

I meditated for a half an hour an hour before bed, and took one 5mg Melatonin. Then before bed I did an in-depth MILD, by stating my intentions. Very cool!

Hell yea!

14 days after learning about lucid dreaming, I have finally had a tiny glimpse into the world of lucid dreams!

I was an all-star basketball player in my college, and we had our first game of the season. I was super nervous because I have never played basketball on a real school team, but I told myself to believe in my skills. The game was super vivid and fun to play in, and we ended up winning the game.

After the game an older man came up to me, dressed in a black suit. He congratulated me on a game, and then asked me if I knew anyone by the name of Dimitri, or some Russian name. I said no and kind of laughed, but he didn't find it funny. He then said "We know about your brother, and what he did." Suddenly I realized that somehow he though my brother (that I don't have IWL) and I were the Boston Massachusetts bombers, and I panicked. I assured him he was confused and he told me that in five minutes an FBI squad was going to search my room.

I ran back to my room and was freaking out. I knew I was innocent but it was still terrifying. I began to hear dogs savagely barking, and I knew they were coming after me. I left my room and stood in the hall, thinking about what I should do. Can I fight them? What skills do I have? This is crazy... Like a... I then realized that this was so crazy that I must be dreaming!

I looked at my hands to find my fingers all rubbery, with green oozing slime on my palms.

BOOM

I suddenly realize that its a dream and my vision becomes electrified as I zoom into my dreamself. The hallway I am in snaps into vivid detail and color and my heart EXPLODES with excitement. The wall is divided in half horizontally, the top half white and the bottom half a nice floral green. Light is filtering in from some window and I can feel the clarity and warmth. The walls are chipped and textured, incredibly vivid. I remember that getting too excited will make me lose it, so I stare at the floor and try to focus on it - but I expect to lose it and therefore I do...

I woke up right after and looked at the clock - 6AM on the dot. I smiled to myself, replayed it in my head a few times, then went back to sleep.



WOOOOO!!!

I tried to go to bed early last night in an attempt to WBTB. I took melatonin at 10:30PM and I got in bed at 11:30 with the intention of WBTB at 4:30, however yesterday was really nice out so everyone in my college decided to go party and scream in the streets. I mean SCREAM. It was the most frustrating thing ever, and I wished death upon more than one of them. They finally quieted down around 1:45AM, and by then I had to push back my wake up time to make sure I would be in the middle of REM sleep.

I had some average dreams, and when my WBTB alarm when off at 6:00AM, it was just too late. My dorm room is right on the road so all the trucks and cars were loudly whizzing by and I couldn't focus. Fell asleep for another hour or so, and had vivid dreams but didn't remember most of them...

Here are the fragments:

Fragment 1

The following are from my phone, I have no real recollection of writing this or dreaming it:

• Samuel L Jackson
• Gandalf
• Keeping incest rates down (what the actual fuck?)
• Prometheus II (Evidently I was in another sci fi dream?)
• Lady trapped.

NO idea what any of that means.

Fragment 2

I am with my dad and sisters and we go to my step-mother's new house. We are having a family get together and everyone is there. I eat with my grand parents on the patio, and kids are running around their fenced in yard.


Lame.

Hey guys! I managed to have three vivid dreams last night, and while they were all quite short I was proud that I can now remember three, when I could barely remember one just 6 days ago! None were lucid, however .

Why am I wearing a Towel/ Dog-Llama

In my first dream, I was with a cute girl from one of my friend groups, dressed in nothing but towels. We were walking outside on a bright winter day. I could't feel the cold, and this should have tipped me off that it was a dream, but alas it did not. As we came around a bend, my family stood on the snowy sidewalk, all letting their dogs play. I had never seen these dogs before, but it seemed to make sense that they all had at least two dogs. It was my father, step mother, two pairs of aunts and uncles, and my grand parents - all having a grand time. Upon closer inspection, I find that one of my grandmother's dogs are really strange looking. Upon waking I will realize that it looked like a strange dog because it was a llama. Come ON dream me! Get your shit together!

The girl I was with played with the dogs for a while, then declared that we needed to get one. For some reason there was a Mac home PC on a pedastal outside, so I decided to show her how cute Husky-Lab mixes are. I remember her smiling, and her eyes being incredibly blue. Like really blue... And as I started to get certain feelings *cough* my dream faded out.

Crazy

When the dream fades back in I'm on my back in a high-school art room, laying on a table. The girl I was just with is standing near my knees, and we finally have clothes on, (though I'll come to find my fly down after a few minutes... sigh). There are a bunch of science projects set up, however I begin to sing Gnarles Barkley's "Crazy", and everyone joins in. I sing it REALLY well (I'm a singer IWL, but I was hitting crazy high notes), and it was a blast. Everyone knew their part and we threw down an incredible acapella (a full song with just voices) remix of it... Pretty sure this dream came from my girlfriend forcing me to watch Pitch Perfect.

After its over we all go back to our stations, and some kid explains to me how there is enough grease in most human hair that you could condense it and turn it into edible spam. Vom.

Fragment: Call of Duty

Two little twelve-year-olds discuss Call of Duty, and it turns out that the blonde one that looks like a punky future Skin-Head is ranked 50 something-ith in the world. I grab a controller and as I stare at the TV I become the soldier I'm controlling. Evidently this is normal, as I don't panic. Right off the bat I start totally destroying the enemy, who are dressed in black combat gear with black gas masks. Its in a sunny, open area just outside of a modern, expensive house and a really nice modern garage with cool cars. I end up killing 15 of them before I slowly wake up.


Quite a busy dream night, and really clear recall! I am dissapointed that I still haven't had a lucid, but I know that I first have to have lots of vivid dreams so I can find my dream signs. Not worried! I seem to come very close to realizing I'm dreaming every dream too, so I have hope. Tonight I will try a WILD around 4 AM.

Dark Souls-ish Dream - The Lost Gun

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Legnth: Medium

Lucid Non-Lucid


I am standing in a large central hub of a dark, twisted world. This hub is essentially a gorgeous train station, however it is ancient and crumbling. Vendors of all sorts of goods are set up throughout the train station, and other "players" are scattered around, talking to each other. I stand in front of a bandaged vendor, and from what little skin shows I can tell that he has been horribly burned at some point in his life. He has just improved my favorite gun. A gorgeous, ivory-plated six-shooter, with an extended barrel and runic carvings throughout. Its a classic pistol, flint-lock and like something out of the revolutionary war. I really don't know anything about guns, but somehow I knew plenty in this dream...

I have just spent tons of this universes currency on him improving it, and I am excited to try it out. A "player" - someone that I know is another adventurer and survivor like me - comes to the same vendor, smiling. She has white hair, a reoccuring theme three nights in a row for me. I smile back, and put my gun on the table to pay the vendor. He thanks me for the business in a gravelly, damaged voice, and I reach down for my gun to go test it out.

Its gone.

Looking around, I see the white haired woman making her way quickly out of the Station, pushing past players and looking about anxiously. That bitch just stole my beloved gun!

I run back and buy another, totally un-upgraded pistol in haste. It will have to do. I holster it next to my musketeer sword, my other weapon, and chase after her. She sees me hot on her tail, and breaks into a run, choosing to go the way of the sewers. As I run after her through the muck - phantoms materialize out of no where in the shape of british red-coat sailors. I fence with them quickly, knocking one blade aside, and putting a few bullets into his back. I leave the other one and run after the thief once more.

I finally catch sight of her as I reach the end of the sewer. Many more red-coats have formed behind me, but I pay them no mind. She enters a door that looks very much like an old schoolhouse door, and I crash in after her.

The Schoolhouse and Skrillex

As I crash into the door, I find myself in a gutted school room, also looking dusty and ancient. My girlfriend is asleep on one of the beds, and I actually notice that it seems to be more of an infirmary than anything, though I know she isn't sick. I forget my quest for the gun instantly, and I lay down to go to sleep. Before I can, there is a knock on the door, and a girl I recognize from my college campus asks if her and her friend can come sleep because of some strange situation I can't remember. My girlfriend shrugs so I say yes, and she proceeds to bring about thirty people into our room.

So much for one friend?

One of the kids begins to play a Skrillex song (a dubstep music artist), and I tell him that I have some nice speakers in my room (which I do). I take his iPod and then realize that the remix of the Skrillex song doesn't actually exist... Wait... Is this a dream? I think to myself, as my alarm goes off.

Phew! That dream was a doozie, and I was ALMOST LUCID! Gahhh. I think I was way too tired to lucid dream though, as I was already starting to fall asleep at 9PM and ended up finally going to bed at 1:30AM

More to come tomorrow!

Can't figure out how to edit old DJ entries so I guess I'll just post a new one altogether.

If you haven't read my last post briefly explaining this, check it out here.


Vividness: Slightly foggy but mostly clear.

Lucid?: Nope.

# of remembered dreams: 1

Dreams:

In the only dream I could recall, that happened between 9AM and 10:30, I was in a small team of thieves very similar to The Italian Job. Small teams have been a reoccurring theme the past two nights - wonder if that is trying to tell me something. We were tasked with not stealing a safe or a statue or a diamond - but a person. A businessman of some super high importance. After researching his lifestyle, we deemed it would be impossible to capture him. There was no way on earth. "No way on Earth?" I thought, suddenly having an idea.

We would steal him off of a plane.

Cut to the theft. The businessman is flying in his private jet, when suddenly two Apache helicopters fly up on either side of it - this is us. A chill black dude flies one, and a really cool girl with a rasta hat on pilots the other. I'm on a hook gun in the Apache with Rasta girl, and someone else mans that one on the other heli. As the plane begins to try to land, we shoot our hooks and they stick to both wings. Right before it touches down, our Heli's heave upwards into the air, and the plane is ours.

The air traffic control tower sees this, and they begin to fire rockets at our helicopters - evidently standard procedure in DreamLand as our pilots seem to expect it. They also send out three or four fighter jets on to our tail. To lose them, we see a gigantic tunnel that goes through a mountainside. The fighters are right on our tail, and in a last minute decision we fly two helicopters and a private jet through an automobile tunnel narrowly missing cars and the ceiling. We manage to lose them, however, and we sell the businessman for tons of money.

Then I end up at a beach, placing bear traps in the shallow depths.... Yea.



So, alcohol seemed to prevent any dream recall until I had sobered up substanitally around 9am. After that, dream quality was hazier than normal, and a bit disjointed. I had a FA after placing bear traps, but it was really brief and I was too exhausted and new to take control.

Hey guys.

Drank heavily at a party tonight, quite tipsy. I know that alcohol is supposed to demolish dream recall but I'd like to see its effects first hand. Tomorrow I will edit this post with my experiences.

Tonight I will meditate briefly to center myself, then I will listen to binaural beats as I fall asleep. No WBTB tonight, as I need to wake up early for an interview.



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