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Ominous night
I walk around my local area at night. A lot of the areas are way different from real life, though. It sort of resembles a dream from long ago where the same sort of jumbling happened.
As I walk, I feel excited, while also feeling like I shouldn't be doing this. I decided to continue on. I kept walking across roads, leading to densely populated areas, then to less densely populated areas, while also coming across some landmarks.
After a while, I come across a field behind a sort of village. There are hills around and I see a funnel cloud touching down in the distance. I think that I should simply walk away, but I remember my father saying (this didn't actually happen) that tornadoes can be avoided by walking to the side. I knew that I couldn't do that as I would be too slow. So I go into a house, then into a sort of basement, I think, hoping I was doing it right. But not entirely, just on the stairs. I expect tornado noises to happen all around me soon, but I wake up before it could happen.

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I again used a mantra and it worked out unexpectedly well. I will use this every day now.

I saw several design sketches for a character. I knew it to be Claire, and I knew it was the future. Maybe the '30s. She was standing in the street. It was nighttime and raining. She had a futuristic umbrella with a shaft that lit up. Her clothing was era-appropriate. A stylish black/dark grey trench coat.

The title says it all.


Fell asleep at: ???


Woke up at: ???


I was in an apartment in some big city. It was nighttime, the stars were out (Which shouldn't happen, light pollution and all), and the room I was in seemed to resemble an apartment my sister had in Houston, TX. And I was in the room with a bunch of alluring scantily-clad women. They all looked like they were going to sleep, and were all lying down on tiny mattresses, and I plopped down right next to one of them.

She wore a red bikini, was slightly tanned, about as tall as me, and had blonde hair. To be honest she looked an awful lot like my 8th grade Reading teacher (Though she was considerably thinner in the dream. Kind of like a perfect balance). Basically, imagine the swimmer girl from Pokemon XY.

And I (For some reason) just knew I wouldn't get into trouble if I just got on the mattress with her. I had a similar dream beforehand where I sat myself right next to another alluring woman, so I guess I remembered that dream in my current dream (If that makes sense).

Anyway, she had nice thighs, I had dream recklessness, and I held onto her, putting my moves on her... so to speak. She found me charming and even giggled a little bit, and she let me keep my hands on her as we went to sleep. It was a mix of romance and pure sexual instinct, and I even woke up feeling a little lightheaded. It was...well it was something.

SIDENOTES:

1. I also remember another woman (Brunette) on a sky blue mattress. Wearing a sky blue bikini.

2. I think there were like four more women in the same room.

A very profound dream, but unfortunately another "non-lucid lucid".

It all started quite normally. My character was in a prison cell behind bars. It all had a somewhat medieval feel to it. The place was NOT on ground level, it as at least several floors up in a fairly high building in the city. In the hallway there was a lot of commotion. A fight of some kind. During the chaos, the barred cell doors opened, allowing us to escape. I vaguely remember a small crossbow? There was so much more to this dream that I forgot.

I somehow got out of the building on ground level, and found myself in the city. It was night, and it was raining. Fortunately all the cars, buildings, street lights and colorful shops lit up the place quite well. I ran, and jumped to take off. I somewhat floated, then transitioned into flight. I was afraid it wouldn't work for a second. I flew through the city rather aimlessly. I was wearing my long, black leather coat and I notice how badass it looked during flight. I was trying to show off to someone on the ground. They didn't look at all surprised to see someone fly. I somehow KNEW this was because they were DC's, yet I wasn't lucid. I kept flying until I caught a glimpse of another person flying at a lower altitude below me. He was dressed just like me. I followed him and landed next to him (actually, I think we were bot hanging on to the side of a building). I immediately saw that he was me. I somehow understood that he was the manifestation of my subconscious, the ultimate dream guide. I said that he didn't look as ugly as I thought, and that this conversation wasn't as awkward as I had expected (I hate myself). We compared abilities, and he could do everything I could do and vice versa. At one point, we were standing at a table (still outside). I stared forward, and saw him to my left in my peripheral vision. I figured that if he is my subconscious, he should be able to hear my thoughts. I focused my thoughts on him (while still ignoring him, he didn't know about the experiment), and thought "if you can hear me, tap your fingers on the table three times". It took a while, and I had to repeat the thought several times, but eventually he did it- he tapped his fingers on the table as I had asked. We exchanged a knowing look, and left (now that I'm awake, I realize he didn't hear my thoughts, he was a DC, and as dreamer I made him obey by focusing what I wanted to happen). Later, we found ourselves seated in a little restaurant. The place was once again located pretty high up in a tall building in the city. The waiter came and served us our french fries.

The city, night.

I wander the streets, which are narrow, cobbled and somewhat Dickensian. The buildings are tall and lean inwards over the streets, which are dimly lit, the alleyways branching off from these are not lit at all and stretch into darkness. It's snowing, and bitterly cold.

The streets are busy and people rush past me, their faces blurred. I walk at a slower pace, reacquainting myself with the city after my absence. There are many street vendors, often at alleyway entrances. People crowd around their stalls but hardly buying anything. I notice one stall in particular, run by two little girls in shabby hooded cloaks. The smaller of the girls interests me, for her eyes glow icy blue in the darkness, she has been watching me for a while, I realise.

I weave my way through the crowd to their stall, the girl's eyes draw me in. She and her companion are selling little clay figurines. I buy several. I don't really want them. As I walk away, the smaller girl continues to stare at me, I can hear the other one thanking me as I go.

This is my first DJ, so i'll start with my most recent LD.

It was two days ago. I fell asleep into a dream that was of a cavern.. or rather a cave turning into a long stoned pathway. It was illuminated by bluish fiery light from both sides, leading down the path as well. While walking down this path, i noticed the walls had crystallized mirrors. Looking into them,, it seemed foggy at first, but then when it started to clear up. I noticed my younger self.. my childhood self. Having fun. Each mirror i looked into was a sequence of a childhood memories i enjoyed. Witnessing this made me realize i was in a dream and yet, i hand no control of the memories that came or the area that i dreamed of.
However i was able to control myself. A Dream induced Lucid Dream (DILD) with some Dream control is what it was looking back on it. With the Control i had, i was able to jump into these crystal mirrors that took me to the areas of my memories. Seeing my younger friends & parents, but unable to communicate with them. Although my younger self seemed to smile in my direction from time to time, then resumed playing. It was heartwarming if not odd. With my control, i continued to jump into mirrors and various memories of my younger self, almost like teleporting. Until i ran into a different dream area, not of my memories but of some starry night city that looked like a mix of Las Vegas, and New Orleans at mardi gras. And as i look around at the shining lights & stars, the various people laughing and dancing and yet can't see me. I finally noticed my younger self again. Looking back at me with a smile and then says. " The fun doesn't end yet." and with a chorus of music, i wake up, listening to nothing but the whirring of my fan and the cold breeze in my room. I honestly felt great that morning, kind of a warm pleasant feeling. I'm curious to what the dream meant. Maybe it means that if i keep positive and enjoy my life, better things will come? Maybe better things that i never thought would happen? I can only hope.

Well this is my First Dream Journal. I hope it wasn't too odd for folks. XD

If my dreams are always this interesting, i'm certainly going to write more.

The first of two WILDs that I experienced last night on my first-ever trial with galantamine. Both of these dreams were very vivid and stable but had a much more somber, vulnerable feel than my usual LDs. Confidence was far, far below normal levels, which gave this dream a very different shape than most for me.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #41: This Mortal Life

I'm in a high-rise condo, looking out over a nighttime cityscape. I float to the window but it feels like it takes much more effort than usual. The beauty of the city below captivates me, though, and I spend a long while watching the headlights of the cars below as they travel the grid of city streets.

Outside of the condo is a bank lobby. All manner of friends and family from my waking life are wandering about conducting their business. I talk at length with different people I've lost touch with, asking them about what direction life has taken them. As I talk to each of them, they gradually grow old and tired, sitting down in chairs along the walls of the room. Once seated, the old version of the person looks away from me and lapses into silence.

The adjacent room is a grand ballroom where a group of perhaps two dozen strangers is having a cocktail party. The level of detail on these DCs is unnecessarily high, bordering on ridiculous. Shoulder blades shifting gently under the skin, moles, those subtle wrinkles that you don't notice in waking life.

I want to move on to a new location, and I think of the "Trinity" atomic detonation Task of the Year. I planned to portal, so I try to produce a portal gun with an over-the-shoulder grab I've used time and again to produce items. But I see my hyper-detailed shadow on the floor, and it's got nothing on its back. Sure enough, my hand comes back empty. I try this over and over, but after enough tries I have to give in. I try phasing through a pane of glass, but it's as solid as waking life. I try floating, but now I seem rooted to the ground. Even though I know that all of this is my dream, I just can't muster the confidence and belief necessary to put this into action. I feel like just another DC in my own dream.

Outside of the ballroom I spot Wife walking with my sister-in-law and brother-in-law. I join them, and she tells me that they're heading down to the vaults underground. I'm interested, and I follow them through a long series of tunnels. I spend much of this time trying to convince Wife to try out lucid dreaming, but she keeps insisting that she's got important business in the vaults to worry about first. As I probe further into this, the dream ends.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a fairly long dream, but I can remember the first part only slightly. I was a soldier in a war, I see someone who I don't like has a greater rank than me, so I decide to become an officer.

*Blank*

We are a group of researchers in a facility situated high up in a grassy hill, there is a big city on the bottom. A river is born from this hill. We were investigating something on this hill and one day I notice that the river keeps getting larger, for some reasons this signals the approach of a global calamity.

Next I am wandering the city at night, heading towards the hill. I'm worried that I will never see my family again seeing as there is little hope of survival. I think about calling them to warn them about the end of the world. I think my brother was with me at this time.

I arrive at an amusement park just before the hill, everything is quite dark. I finally arrive at the facility, and it's daytime. By this time there were supernatural elements about the coming apocalypse, but I remember little of them. There was some conversation about monsters and how even the properties of atomic elements were changing.

Suddenly the ghost of a janitor of the facility appears, but we manage to drive it away. We exit the facility and go to an underground shelter, although we know it won't be enough to save us. There is a vending machine on the shelter, and I see that people who drink from it grow taller, but I soon lose interested in it.

At this point the dream switches to third person, the location is the same, but I'm no longer a character in the dream.

"I" see a man in the underground shelter, who is talking to another older man. The older man suggests that he be unfaithful to his girlfriend and he agrees. The older man presents him with a box, and inside there is a demon.

This was the most intense part of the dream, I suddenly see the man being killed by the demon: a paled, pasty skin horror with large black eyes and horns. The man is impaled on its multiple appendages, some of which look like arms others like demon tails. This appears to me as a black and white still image with the demon large behind the man in its clutches, although the rest of the dream was in color and moving. Nevertheless, I instantly feel a very intense and profound sense of horror and disgust, which causes me to wake up. I have trouble remembering the rest of the dream, but not the image of the demon, who I can still clearly picture in my mind.[/INDENT]

[Sunday, October 7th, 2012]
I was in the grass by the church school with a bunch of kids from school. Mr. Clementz was there giving us riddles to solve for class. He said the
answer is up high. I climbed onto of the school building's rooftop, but saw nothing. I came back down and when everyone had failed, he pointed
up in the tree. We all rushed to grab pieces of paper that looked like colorful money from the branches. Then we all sat down and someone (a
courier) gave Mr. Clementz an envelope and left. Mr. Clementz reads the envelope and hands it to me. I open it to find a $200 dollar bill. My eyes
widen in surprise!

Later, walking down a ghetto part of town, I look at the dollar bill again... it has Pocahontas on the front of it.


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I was in a building in a strange rainy city (reminded me of Deus Ex cities). There were three doors, and the ones on opposite sides were glass
doors. People I knew started flooding in from all directions. I saw family members like my Uncle Chris too! Suddenly, the rain picked up and like
a vacuum, everyone was being sucked out both of the glass doors. I grabbed on to something and held on. Somehow, I survived and went outside
after the wind had died down and I found someone else who had held on too. It was a girl. We both walked down to the Hospital nearby to look
for everyone. We got there and asked the receptionist if she knew if anyone had just come in. She didn't see anyone. Just then, someone from the
room walked in the door. We had somehow beaten everyone here!

(Later, I remember thinking about Alex and a sudden feeling of guilt emerged, the words, "FORGIVE ME" vibrated in my head. I must have had a
bad experience in a dream?)

i stand in my kitchen near the window and i am highly suspicious of my current state in dreaming or awake so i do a Reality check and i notice that my skin feels rubbery and almost like plastic wrapping and less like skin, as i proceed with the reality check i can clearly see that i have more than five fingers and as i count them i get the number "six" and due to this i now completely realize that i am dreaming. the first thing i then do is go outside and begin trying to fly, i try jumping into the air in a position that i have already thought of in waking life and imagined steel and jet turbines forming around my lower arms and legs, however nothing forms and i simply fall back to the ground. i try this same method again and with the same result. i then think out-loud "what if there was a cliff and i jumped off to fly?"
i see a cliff materialize right in front of me in the middle of the black asphalt road but i feel and know that it is not a real (although i could have been wrong) i give it no attention because i think it is only a strong visualization and it completely disappears when i see a DC. walking on the sidewalk casualty, i walk over to him, a man with short brown hair, here the dream gets blurred and my last memory of it is being up the neighborhood next to a large tree (that also exists in waking life) and then the dream fades completely. (however i did not wake i simple continued sleeping, in another dream i find myself in a city street at night, the only light is a neon sign and i watch a person with a paper bag and many people gathered around him say something that i so not quite remember about extermination. (the dream then fades and i slowly wake and the first thing i recall after a moment of thinking is my first lucid in quite a while