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I am at some kind of hospital, but it also looks like a shopping center. The beds and medical machines are lined up at a large corridor and in between there are vendor stalls. At first I am not even aware that I am there as a pacient. I am thirsty and I spot a little faucet and I open it to drink. Two nurses come by and yell at me that it controls an IV drip of a patient and that's when I realize this place is a hospital. I find the main door to the outside and decide to leave, as I don't feel sick. Outside is a vast prairie with green grass and blue sky. In front of me is a tree which somehow is also the incarnation of my past crush BadWolf. He has a hole through his head / canopy. I feel pulled to him / it and I decide to plunge into his torax / trunk for unknown reasons. Nothing weird works, he simply disappears and I land in the prairie field which is covered in a beautiful variety of wild flowers.

17th July 2021

Fragment:

I'm in an office building of some kind, maybe a hospital. It's well lit but there are no windows and it's mostly corridors. I'm with someone I think and we get to this bit that's like a waiting area, with chairs. There are some people sat on the chairs. The walls are a neutral colour, maybe cream? There are two doors on the same wall, some distance apart and with some of the chairs in-between.

I think we wait around for a bit but then the person I'm with is supposed to go in, so they do. I think there's a doctor but I get a feel of radio presenter too somehow.

(recall gap)

I have to leave and reach some elevators. I call a lift to go up. In the dream I don't find this odd but in the dream there was the feeling that I was somewhere high up already. The doors for the lift on the left open. The lift is there but sort of stuck at a lower level. I assume there's some kind of sensor malfunction and feel myself sort of sighing, slightly annoyed. I call it again with the button on the wall and it moves to the correct position.

The lift is one of those more commercial ones, like ones I've seen in malls. I think I enter the lift and there's a transition. Then, I'm outside somewhere supposedly nearby the building I was in. I'm in contact with the person I was with before, not sure how. I then need to enter some sort of or small octagonal building or tent but it's guarded. Something about a remote controlled hand that would help me.

(rest of recall had faded)

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19th July 2021

Fragment:

I'm on the bed with H. We're opposite each other and our positions are width ways relative to the bed. The bedroom light is on but I don't think it's night time. We're playing sexually and I feel myself go prematurely for some reason, possibly overstimulation. It seems I made a mess on the bed, at spots that don't make sense for the angles involved, but I don't realise this during the dream.

Then I suddenly become aware of a black cat being to my right, around the middle of the bed. The cat looks relaxed and resting having only momentarily appeared surprised. It looks like the small female cat that we sometimes see in our street. (which I had seen the previous evening)

Between 27-31 08 2018

It was a dream on a country house, it’s night, I want to drive a motorcycle, I wear the helmet and take my niece with me, she’s wearing my wife’s nightclothes. I sit and start driving across a country road. It starts raining and it’s hard to see in the dark. Driving becomes a hard task since the motorcycle behaves weird. Sometimes I feel like it’s a bicycle. We get to a shore, the landscape is awesome! It’s already day and I can see some weird animals in the water. I realize the feeling, I know it’s a dream. I tell my niece it’s a dream. I don’t care much about her after that. I get to sort of ruins, there are some old doors when I remember one of my lucid goals was to get into a corridor with doors on the sides to explore old memories. I get into the last door to find that corridor. It’s there and I get into the first door on the left, must be my oldest memory I think. I find a small room. There’s only a two floor bed with wet towels on it. There’s no more place to walk around, the room is the size of the bed. I see a stuffed animal hanging on the wall, it look like a fox in detective clothing or something like that. I see a second one . I wonder if I saw it as I was a little kid. I try to see more things in this room. I see some stickers which I remember but cannot tell where do I know them or if they are recent stuff. I try to pay attention on the fox until I start losing sensibility
I woke up then...

Ritual: Woke at dawn after about 4–5 hours sleep and complex but dimly remembered dreams. Considered taking galantamine but decided against it, as my motivation was not sufficiently high. I didn't want to completely give up, so I took a quarter teaspoon each of piracetam and bacopa. Woke at 8am with dream.

DILD, "Let's See What's in My Backpack!": I was walking through some type of institutional corridor when an odd plaque on the wall caught my attention. It was a rectangle of flat grey stone like slate, about a foot long and a few inches high, with block capital letters incised, reading: "AWAKEN."

Like what, into a dream? I thought wryly. For that to work, I'd have to be... oh wow... am I dreaming? No sooner had the suspicion arose than I immediately recognized it to be true. I immediately went into dream observation mode, taking the plaque into my hands and examining its details.

Feeling grateful that the dream itself had given me a clue as to its nature, I was reminded of a similar incident that had happened just earlier tonight: this was the second time I had gotten lucid due to events in the dream. A DC had said "lucid" and that had triggered me. No wait, actually it was the third time... I remembered briefly getting lucid in an even earlier dream, but I was embarrassed when I realized how quickly I had lost that awareness.

Of course, the fascinating thing about these memories is that I have no way of knowing if they are real. I'm more than half inclined to think that they are false memories, the kind of deja vu that is so common in the dream state. Then again, I still forget such a great portion of a full night's dreaming, even now, that the possibility remains that these incidents actually occurred. There's no way of knowing for sure, which is interesting in itself. It is the perfect epistemological quandary.

Now aware that I was dreaming, I continued walking through the institutional corridor, and felt that I had been walking through similar corridors in my just-remembered lucid episodes earlier tonight. If the memories are not false, there is nothing surprising about the coincidence: for some reason bland institutional corridors seem to be my default dream space.

I wandered aimlessly for a bit—I think I passed a cafeteria—until I realized that if I wanted to stay lucid this time I would need to perform some deliberate action. During my WBTB I had not felt motivated to attempt any DV tasks, so that is probably why none occurred to me now. As I continued walking and wondering what to do I noticed a familiar sensation, and realized that I was wearing my backpack. Since 2001 I have been using the same leather backpack, seemingly indesctructible, every day at school and on every journey I travel. I was amused that it was with me even here in a dream, and surprised by how distinctly I could feel the impression of weight on my back. Wondering what might be in it, I realized that this could be a fun spontaneous task.

I passed from the corridor into a very large rectangular room with walls tiled in squares of light blue glazed ceramic. The room was completely empty, with no features or furniture or people. I walked to the very center and announced loudly, even though no one was in sight: "Okay, everybody! I'm going to play the game of 'Let's See What's in My Backpack!'" I unslung the backpack from my shoulders and held it upside down, dumping its contents into a pile on the floor.

The first thing I pulled off the pile was a winter jacket, made of smooth synthetic cloth with a quilted core. The inside was a rich royal blue, and the outside was bright red with black highlights. It was very clean and new, and resembled no jacket I have ever owned, nor would be likely to purchase.

The second thing I picked up was a clear plastic bag with a zip lock, one of the medium-sized ones that is deeper than it is wide. It was full of coins. I looked more closely at the coins and it was clear that they were all Thai, though they resembled no WL Thai currency. "I wonder if I just got back from Thailand," I mused—meaning within the context of the dream.

The next thing I grabbed was a plastic bag of similar shape and size, and this one also contained flat pieces of metal, but instead of being round like coins, these were engraved rectangular strips. I decided that they must be some decorative pieces I had picked up in Thailand. This idea had evidently taken hold, because the next few items in the pile were cheap Thai souvenir gifts, like decorative little pouches and other small assorted knickknacks. I set these aside impatiently.

Next was a book, evidently a journal, titled A Wonderful Compendium of Lessons of Life Learned. I regret now that I was not inspired to open and read it! I must have figured that if the lessons were already learned, I wouldn't get anything new out of it. It did not occur to me that my waking mind might be really interested in what my dreaming mind might think to put in such a book.

After this I pulled four different water bottles off the pile, one after another. One was a hot water bottle like you use in bed. One was military style canteen that I thought I recognized as one I used to own. Another was a flat drinking flask, fairly large in size. I think the last one was just an ordinary plastic bottle of water. My impression was that I needed all four bottles because they each served a different purpose: hot water for warming, cold water for drinking, warm water for drinking, and flask for drinking. But I realized that it was terribly inefficient to carry four separate water bottles, and I wondered if I could consolidate them down to just two, so I would have less to carry around. I decided to worry about that later.

The last thing I pulled from the pile was a very large duffel bag, the size of the one I use to carry my HEMA gear. In WL my bag is plain black canvas, but this one was (not inappropriately) emblazoned with the Tournament of the Phoenix logo. It occurred to me that given how much stuff had been in my backpack, perhaps I should be using this duffel bag to carry it instead—but I remembered what a pain it was to lug around a huge unwieldy duffel bag, and decided to stick with the backpack.

At this point a huge crowd of people suddenly thronged the room, all seemingly in a hurry to go somewhere, and they were sidestepping me and my stuff with annoyed expressions like I was in their way. "Hey! I claimed this space first," I protested. One DC paused to look at my Tournament of the Phoenix duffel bag and asked another DC standing across from me something about martial arts training in the area, talking right over my head (I was still sitting on the floor with my stuff). "You'd think you'd be asking the person with the duffel bag," I muttered, slightly miffed. I noticed that whereas I had initially occupied the very center of the room and had not moved, now I was all the way over near a side wall, and yes, right in the path that everyone was trying to walk through.

I had time enough to wonder if I should wake and write or dream on a little. I decided the latter—I usually do—but found myself waking up anyway.

This a weird one.

I met someone from a previous dream last night. She was sitting in her apartment, which I have no memory of entering, and did not appear in the least bit surprised to see me.

She told me that it's very rare for us to meet, as dreams take place in many worlds - so many that we were unlikely the exact same people who met in the previous dream despite the both of us having memories of interacting with each other. With this in mind she simply wanted to enjoy the pleasure of my company while she could, which we did: we talked and played and looked out of her window and generally just enjoyed being with each other for an indeterminate length of time. When time came for me to leave, I requested that we exchange details so that we might find each other later, which she agreed to despite acknowledging the futility of doing so.

I can't remember her name.

It's difficult to describe this experience except that it felt like I was a non-lucid part of someone else's lucid dream , her lucid dream specifically. I was in my standard non-lucid haze, but she seemed entirely more in focus and more real.

After leaving her apartment, I found myself in what I'm going to call the Nexus: a long corridor of doors, somehow with the implicit understanding that each door lead to other dreams. If I were lucid I would have taken full advantage of the possibilities as I've been attempting to replicate a similar effect in what little lucid dreams I've actually had, but as the situation was, I just went directly for a door that felt vaguely familiar.

What was inside was a tortured, mutated, horrifying version of someone else I'd met. So I closed the door, and sometime later I woke up.

I was in a dark corridor. A hospital? I felt afraid. I was becoming lucid but it's hard to maintain. I thought of a recently deceased person, a priest, and I saw an old man along the corridor. I think he was sitting down or standing by a door. He looked mild but I "rushed" (slowly) towards him and jumped-kicked. We both fell down. I lost lucidity.

I was in a school. USLS. I was walking down the corridors. I was looking for something. I was with a few people. They keep changing. I was looking for the library. I checked the map. There's one nearby, but then I had to go elsewhere.

I went up a small hill. I tried to slide through the roots of a tree but I got scared and went up the hill and walked down.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am with a group of friends at the entrance of an abandoned factory, which is supposed to be haunted. Some big disaster happened here and many workers died and the place was sealed. There is only one entrance and once inside we have to go through a labyrinth of corridors and rooms with no other emergency exit. The place is so eerie. It is stopped in time, it is dead, it is outside of our dimension. Some of us stay behind, because it is increasingly uncomfortable as we go forward. At some point we star hearing voices and seeing shadows and every body freezes ad is unable to go on when the corridor makes a 90º turn to the left. I know there's something after the turn, I can feel it, but we did come to see what's there, so I gather all my courage and go around the corner and further into the corridor. I see some really dark shades and feel the presences of those ghosts. It is so creepy, the hair on the back of my head raises and I just want to run away. I turn around and return to close to my friends. We decide to not go any further, because we feel it gets darker and darker from there onwards. Instead, we find a room full of valuable stuff that was left in the factory as it was. We start selecting and collecting into bags to take away with us. But the creepy sounds increase and seem to be getting closer and closer. Some guys outside the room tell us we should leave now, they sound scared. We rush to the door, the noises seem like a hord of monsters is coming in our direction. When we get closer to the entrance we came in, there's a lot of debris blocking half the passage. Other friends outside stick their heads inside and tell us that apparently some ghosts have been trying to cut our way out. We start rushing outside, climbing the debris, but I am attracted to a door, a bit behind us. I go back and stop at this closed door, just listening. I hear voices of people inside, going about their work, as if nothing had ever happened to them. I felt they didn't want to hurt us, they just wanted us out of there. They were trapped in that eternal forever and we were strange disruptive energies they were simply trying to shoo away. They let us take the objects with us, as long as we leave for good. They seem to be in peace now.

After my dream battle dream I went back to sleep. I was in an assembly at school. Children from my lessons were there as well. Most of the children there were girls. She asked everyone why we were here and most people (including me) replied because they were trying to get to sleep. 1 of the girls said that she was here because that she did not like it when the Cadbury company were taken over and bought from Kraft. I though that was a little bit weird to say and I looked around and realized that it was a dream because that there was a door that was never there before. I ran down the stairs and went through the door. It was a black corridor. At the end of the corridor I saw a Webkinz Seal with a first edition W. It looked a bit gray. I picked it up and suddenly my dad ran past me and pretended to be a money and stole the seal and ran off on all 4s making monkey noises. My alarm clock went off and I woke up. This was a really weird dream. No wonder I realized that it was fake!

Date: 20 June

Pre bed: 200 mg valerian, 100mg B6, podcast

Atmosphere: guest, heat, noises

Total sleep time: 6 hrs

DILD1: I am in our old neighborhood with my mom and a truck driver discussing something. I don't like him. The next moment the three of us are in a public restroom and it looks like he used it just before we did. I get obsessed about not wanting to touch the toiler paper after him, I notice there is something on the paper, plus it is all soaked. My mom comes up with some napkins from her bag that I also don't want to use.

The scene changes and we find ourselves in a movie theater. A fake memory forms that we just watched some movie, went to the restroom, and now mom is sneaking in to watch the next movie for free. One thing that looks unusual is that there is only one single long row of seats, but at the time, I conclude that this is normal. My mom sits while I try to leave the place. I spend some time waiting for her, and in the meantime she is looking for 3D glasses. I notice lots of sunglasses on the floor, that I identify as mine as start putting them in my bag. I head towards the exit, but the door is locked, there is no handle too. I get a fake memory that this is normal during movies. I think I use some form of dream control and the door opens, but behind it is another door which I open the normal way.

I find myself in a long somewhat creepy corridor with strangely colored walls, that reminds of dreams I had. And sure enough, I become lucid. I stare at the walls for a while, wondering if I should go ahead and plunge in them, but based on gut feeling decide against it. I move forward a bit but suddenly I get a sensation that my hair band is falling and my head feels kind of uncomfortable, up to the point where it is so distracting I cannot continue walking? I wonder if I should waste time to try and fix a ponytail but know this is a bad idea to do during an ld, so just remove the hair band and my hair feels fine. (talk about vanity )

I keep walking down the corridor that dynamically changes and become a bit like an inside balcony, and I can see part of the floor below. As I reach the end of the corridor/now balcony and look to my left the light downstairs goes off. Downstairs looks a bit creepy and I say something like "Oh, come on", but then hear some kind of a click sound and the light is on again. Then off again and finally on. What the hell is going on, I think. I turn around and something like a room is beginning to form. There are many DCs here, mostly children and a guy, they all look pretty much the same, very blond with red cheeks. I find this strange and the guy is not quite finished in the face, some of his features are not there so he is not very pleasant to look at. I decide I don't need to concentrate that much on him. I think about some of my goals. The first one that comes to mind is "assign a lucidity DC", so I start shouting at these strange blond DCs something about them and lucidity. Most of them don't pay me any attention, but my voice is so loud, I wonder if I am doing this irl too.

Then I look around, have a moment of aha realization as I remember the naked task. Of course, with so many DCs in the room, it is perfect for the task. So I first try to memorize the place and DCs a bit more (to be able to describe in detail, the way I do it, it is really bad for stability!) In front of me is a strange looking desk and three kids, one of them has silver sparkle decorations on his face. This time I am wearing only underwear with my casual type of bra. Just as I figure an easy way to take it off, the dream abruptly ends and I find myself back in bed.

I am very aware of body and need to go to the restroom. As I get back to bed I struggle with the heat, and am interrupted by the alarm of the guest, who always sets it hours earlier than he needs to wake up and leave. I really don't understand this. Insomnia...and then finally asleep for a bit.

DILD2: The dream begins as I am concentrating on my hands, trying to hold them still as possible, I get this floating feeling, expecting to transition. I then look around and understand that I am already in the dream. It is a small room, I start rubbing my hands vigorously, paying attention to the effect. The dream stabilizes for a while. I remember "the task" and search for DC audience. There are two male DCs on the bed, one on top of the other (doing nothing and with clothes on), and the other is asleep. They look very lifeless and I wonder if I should leave the room - door is just in front of me, but I get the feeling that might throw the dream out of balance and decide to wait. "Let me first get naked, then I'll see about the audience". I check my clothes - jeans (that later turn to shorts), socks, and a T-shirt. I start with the T-shirt but as it covers my eyes, it gets a bit entangled around my head, and I as get it off I lose my sight and end up in the void.

This annoys me but my anger turns into podcast inspired stubbornness and I keep trying to resume with the dream taking my shorts off and one sock while in the void. A moment later the dream picks up from exactly the same place. I expect at this point not to be wearing shorts anymore, but as I look down I have two pairs of shorts one on each leg. It's funny and reminds me of OB and her blankets. I go and sit on the bed which is now on the opposite side of the room, or is it another bed? I contemplate a bit of whether I really need to be sitting to more easily get rid of my shorts and remaining sock, but conclude it feels more comfortable that way. The dream fades and I wake.

The guest finally wakes up too, so that was it for today.

I had this dream a while back and thought that I might as well write it here as I haven't uploaded in a while.

Dream
I was in a corridor like place of a Victorian like house. The was a door and a man in a black standing outside. The only thing I could see was the whites of his eyes, they were like Batman's eyes when he's in costume.

The man looked like your cartoony spy that wears shades and has a bowler hat and trench coat, only he was more like a silhouette. I don't remember any events leading me to this point in the dream but he was teaching me how to make things appear in dreams. He looked through the keyhole in the door and imagined something (I can't remember what it was) and it appeared when he opened the door.

I tried with Megan Fox (naturally) I bent down and looked through the keyhole, imagining seeing Fox there, I opened the door. It worked and I saw Megan Fox.

Can't remember much after that, I think I woke up.

Side Notes
I haven't been lucid to try this techy again but I think that The Adjustment Bureau had something to do with this.

Vividness: 9.5
Recall: 7
Overall: 8

Non-Lucid Lucid Comment Aids

Great dream, I knew school life was preventing me from having LDs, you really do need those extra hours.

Suplements: None (had 200mg B6 on the 22nd-23rd)
Mantra: Spent 5 minutes "I'm Dreaming"

Standing in a gloomy corridor, something's off, but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it is the creepy hooded man staring at me a little way down the corridor. I look down, the floor is patterned in a ugly black and white checker. And the walls a gloomy grey... 'Maybe I'm dreaming', it seems very realistic and I struggle to reassure my self that it is a dream.

Remembering the creep to my left I look up, he begins advancing on me, I panic and start to try the 'finger through palm' reality check, it's not working. I decide to start running down the corridor until I come to an opening, it's like I am in a have collapsed Colosseum, this makes me gain confidence that I'm dreaming and I turn round.
As the man approaches I effortlessly raise my hand sending a large shockwave towards the man, I chuckle as the man flies back where he came from.

Time to work on stabilisation, I tell myself. I shout 'Ultra Stabilise' though cheesy seems to do the trick, I feel alot more rooted, I notice that details came into focus when I shouted it. I want the dream to be more detailed so give it a shot 'Clarify!', the dream becomes so real for a spit second but then defocuses to becoming slightly blurry. After a few attempts I feel that I've got it as detailed as possible and I'm impressed, standing across the room from the ruins of the other side of the building, I can see each piece of rubble.

I hear something behind me, the man's back, I don't want to fight him so I summon myself some angel wings. Diving off the edge of the building I hear him scream at me, but I don't care this is absolutely awesome. At first I have to manually think about flying, up, down, up, down. But I gain the confidence to let the wings do their own thing and it works, I'm hovering with little effort. I see a church and begin to fly around the building, around the large tower, through the arches in the walls. A woman is stood looking out over a beautiful view, I go down to talk to her, but
*BANG*
a large hook is wrapped around me, I am dragged backwards and I catch a glimpse of the man's return, he has a young sidekick now which appears to be wearing multiple glasses. I know I made enemies with him in primary school, so silly.
I fall on to the rough dirt, although I had flight I had little power or speed, so I lose the winds and blast the wire away from me.
'Sean!' it's my brother, he is here to help me. Observing the opponents they appear to have minor dream control, summoning themselves sawn off shotguns. Realising the danger I throw us into the deep puddle river thing behind us, summoning a large pillow behind us just in time to sponge a volley of bullets. In the water it's a mess I frantically attempt to move the pillow so that it protects us, and begin to wade out of the puddle. Grabbing my brothers hand I teleport him away.
A raised shotgun is pointed at me, it's one of those 'have any last words moments'. I summon a crystal shield in front of my chest, muttering words of a spell. In shock this is just a small area of the chest I shout 'shield, surround my body'. It works a treat, running in the opposite direction my wings appear and I head off into the distance.
I stop back at the Colosseum, where I am confronted by the young accomplice, I attempt to make peace but he won't have any of it, he raises the shot gun to me which I quickly disarm.
I am quite angry and unleash a point blank shot to his head, the damage for some reason is minor and heavily grazes the left side of his face.
The dream is fading, I think I am reaching the end of my REM, stabilisation isn't working, so I give myself iron man boots in combination with my wings and fly off into the distance.

I was in some sort of game, and I had become stuck in this very long corridor stretching off far into the distance, into the darkness. I was near the entrance to the corridor, from outside. The corridor had no ceiling, but other than that it was a large, rectangular stone corridor. The stone was worn, it looked like it had been there since the beginning of time.

Anyways, in order to teleport to some location to continue the game, I had to eat a number of corrupted peas. Let me explain... vines covered some parts of the corridor's interior, and pea pods grew on the vines... every once in a while (the distribution was random) you would find a peapod that was dull red, with short purple vine-ish protrusions coming out of the ends... these were corrupted peapods. Apparently dark energy had leached into them. The number of corrupted peas I had to eat was enormous, 120 I believe, and the corrupted pods were so infrequent that I lamented ever finding enough to consume 120... however, with a few minutes of exploration I discovered that the corrupted pods appeared with an ever-increasing frequency the further you went down the corridor. I should have turned back then, but my oblivious non-lucid self kept walking, leaving the entrance further and further behind... remember that the corridor was open air, so I wasn't walking into pitch-darkness, but I sort of was, because after a while suddenly there seemed to be a roof, and even though it wasn't pitch pitch black I still got the feeling that I was walking closer and closer to some source of darkness at the end (and I mean that both literally, as in dark, and figuratively, as in evil).

I trotted happily along, collected corrupted pods to absent-mindedly pick open and eat the corrupted peas while I walked... eventually I felt as if I was no more than 100 feet from the end of the tunnel. I saw a side chamber, and felt an evil presence approaching from the end of the corridor... instinctively, I ducked into the side-chamber. I watched in hushed silence as a being of darkness floated past the entrance to the side chamber where I was hiding... my memory is a bit blurry here, but it looked like some sort of humanoid form composed of white and black flames. When I saw it, I got the instant feeling that it was a "lost soul," an "empty soul," a "hollow soul." And I also know that it would kill me if I alerted it to my presence.

When it was sufficiently far away, I exited the side chamber (interestingly enough, I had found my IRL neighbor's cat in there, that was the only non-creepy part of this whole dream hehe)... anyways, I exited the side chamber and walked briskly down the corridor once again, determined by some sort of mad curiosity to reach the end and see what was there. I found a glass push-door. I pushed it open, went in, and found myself in a very ordinary building. The whole building was one large room, with couches and bookshelves and other furniture. It was very large, and had massive wall-windows that let in sunlight from outside. There was no one in it. I sat down, wondering about this turn of events, wondering if it was some sort of illusion. It was all o innocuous.

Then I saw Y (IRL friends will be referred to by the first letter of their first name) with a bunch of her friends, J, and a bunch of other people I recognized, all walking down the corridor. They were talking and looked as if they had all been going down the corridor exploring together (I saw them approaching through the glass door from inside the building). I looked and saw that, at least to my eyes, they were all wearing black (I got a slight feeling that only I was seeing this, and in each other's eyes they were all wearing normal clothes). They opened the door and walked in as a group, and suddenly...

*An episode of missing time occurs here, it doesn't feel like the dream just skipped ahead though, it feels as if the missing time was an actual part of the dream and something happened in between and we were all made to forget what took place, like it was cut out of our memory)*

...suddenly we were all outside, in these gorgeous mountains that surrounded the building. Tables were placed everywhere outside, elegant wood dining tables, and they all had a lavish assortment of delicious food on them... the whole scene was backdropped by a magnificent mind-shattering sunset that was happening everywhere, in all the sky somehow, like the sun was at multiple points in the sky and was setting at many points in the horizon simultaneously. It was like a symphony of color.

Suddenly, I had a horrible epiphany.

I don't know where it came from, but suddenly everything fell into place and made sense.

I hurriedly clambered up to a table that my friend J was sitting at, with a blonde girl across from him. I sat at the table, ate some food, then leaned to him and told him what I thought "J," I said, "we're all going to be trapped forever here, eating this food in this sunset for all eternity."

It was all an illusion. I had had a sudden feeling, and I'm convinced that it was true, that in reality we were all lying unconscious in that building (which probably looked very different than the sunlit room which it had appeared like to me) with shadow creatures feeding off of us, feeding off of our energy.

The mountains, the tables, the delicious food, the table settings, the light, the sunset... it was all in our heads.

It was like the Matrix, but more horrifying somehow.

J turned to me, a worried look on his face as he began to comprehend what I had just said. He started to examine his surroundings, a look of horror creeping onto his face...

And then the dream ended (thankfully).

If it had lasted longer, I probably would have told everyone else there and then tried to find a way to escape from our mental prison and fight the creatures off (when we had returned to what was reality in the dream, rather than the fake sunset world, I mean), then leave the Corridor of Darkness and never return.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

I've hit a dry patch of recall over the past few days. Despite putting even more focus on trying to LD lately, somehow my recall has slipped off. Hopefully my recall will get back to acceptable levels soon.

I was in a large corridor on a floating platform. I couldn't see the ground below or the ceiling/sky above -- it was really tall. I was on a floating platform. There were several, forming a line and moving along. It was all very science fiction. The walls were metal and had random lights every now and then and the platforms were metal. The walls had a green-ish hue to them.

The scene reminds of of the Unreal Tournamnet CTF map Hall of Giants in terms of the colours and style of the walls.

It's vague but there were Pokemon there. There were only fire types. I remember I had a Ponyta with me and said something about it evolving in to a Rapidash. I also had a Vulpix and remember contemplating how cute it was.