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I’m in some house with Melissa. The master bedroom is right off of the living room, and there’s a walk-in bathroom with a walk-in shower right off the bedroom. I’m up and getting ready. I think I thought it was late, but now I see that it’s actually much earlier than I’d usually be ready, at 6:45 am. The shower is brown stone with an inlaid ledge or two that we’ve put plants on to a really nice effect. One looks like a pothos; I inspect it and am distressed to find a couple leaves fall off at just my touch. The rest of it still seems healthy though. Another of the plants looks like a succulent, and I wonder how it’s going to do with the humidity. Out in the living room now, Melissa and I both see something move of its own accord? In a window, I see the reflection of a small, gaunt looking girl that’s not really in the room with us. We confirm that we both saw the same thing and I believe that this place is indeed haunted.

I’m in a house with Melissa (it feels like Granny’s old house). I think either carpet or hardwood floor is being put in, so we have to be either up or downstairs while they’re doing it.

I’m in the old house. I’m alone, and it feels like it might be late at night. I hear something in the backyard and go to look out one of the windows. (They are in the spots I remember them really being, but there are curtains over all of them that we never had. The house also seems empty, devoid of décor or furniture). Getting close to the wall to look behind/between the curtain and window without moving it, I see a small Asian? woman on the phone, trying to look into the house. Without much hesitation, I dial 911. They answer immediately, then the call cuts out. I call back and it never gets through (*I wake up at this point). There was also something about someone ringing the doorbell at the old house and me answering it. It was two men asking if we had dog food to spare, and I think I gave them some. It was slightly suspicious.

Night 5 -10.01-

*Blackout*

Night 6 -11.01-

…/immerse into work activity. We get a task to work in couples. Each one becomes a contract to work with. One of my kids is t doing something there/…

…/I see my English neighbor has cut her hair. She looks angry. Her mother is around while she’s sweeping the street next to a small park in front of her place. I ask her if she’s angry for something because of her face expression. She goes mad and we start discussing about something. Her mother gets something like a stroke but not really, I think to myself “It’s because of her advanced age” and somebody has to call emergency. I don’t have a phone at hand. My neighbor goes dancing on a stage while her mother waits for help somewhere else. There’s a festival show taking place on the second floor of the house surrounding the park which now is on its yard. The dreamscape then fuses into my grandparents house where there’s much more activity than usual/…

…/I’m going with somebody to a known place, she turns into S. There’s a couple of buildings joined with a bridge around. It’s recent dreamscape. I notice I’m not wearing any jacket. I see a jacket hanging inside a room. It looks like a Kindergarten dressing room when we get in. I turn to see we have nothing to do there. We better go now but trying not to be noticed by the parents who are playing with their kids in the front yard of the place. One of them throws a black plane with a gadget. They follow its flight. I turn to see it looks like a raven figure. It gets stuck on the roof, they laugh because it looked like the bird landed by itself/…

…/There's somebody saying that the police is searching random houses by tricking the people somehow to catch drug dealers. They notice because of a mark left on their lips by the use of a pipe/…

…/It’s an apparent that mixes with one of my childhood classrooms. It’s white. I’m not sure who owns this place, possibly S. N went out to meet her friends. I go to the corridor to do something. When I turn to get in again I see a piece of paper on the upper left corner. It looks like it was part of a bigger picture and was left behind by the former owner. It depicts a an Asian dragon similar to some I drew long ago for a design project. I want to take a picture to compare with mine. I turn to look for my phone and turn on the camera app. Then I cannot find the piece of paper. It takes a while to find it again. There’s a second corner of a picture but less visible/…

Night 7 -12.01-

…/We are with S on my dad’s bed. It’s a mixture of places again. We see some small insects popping out of her blankets. I slap the first one out with my finger. The second one jumps on my voice recorder when I put it close. Then I bring it to the window. A centipede now comes out of the mattress. It’s disgusting and she wants it out of here. I thought she was going to start a show but she didn’t/…

…/I see a reel of a beauty contest. The winner is carrying a white dress and turns to receive the price. She has a huge red spot on her butts, it’s an embarrassing situation/…

…/I see something I did on a list on paper. Has something to do with music and some explanations. I don get to see what I’m trying to show with the arrow I drew to the right side of the list. I’m trying to figure out what I wanted to say. There are some Chinese characters somewhere. I’m at work. The list has YouTube links on it and I can see a short clip telling in documentary mode saying something and that the guitar player didn’t mind, then again something about the bass player and that he didn’t mind neither while the video shows a very raw zoom in and out of their instruments. I hear a techno song fragment singing “I wanna be an Angel”/…

Night 8 -13.01-

…/it’s sort of big auto repair shop. There’s a lot of junk. The place is dirty with low illumination. Some corners are very dark. There’re different levels of the junk/…

…/again my grandparents house. Something about some lists and Google maps is not showing the actual position but you may use a reference to locate it/…

…/I’m shopping somewhere when I turn to see a big wall of peanut packages. There’s somebody saying we can have them for breakfast. I think they’re a snack for cheat talk or something like that. I see the cutlery must be organized, it’s random set on the box/…

…/some family recent stuff waiting to be done and more stress of work/…

I lost many of the fragments dictating them on the back of my mind with the voice recorder on pause…

It was me and a few other people and someone lets call her F, idk what she was doing there, traveling like all of us probably
We were in one of those travel buses have this big spacious entry where you walk up to the long row of seats
We were somewhere in germany, going between hills and villages, when suddenly the weather got pretty stormy, and suddenly abnormally fast and violent tornadoes popped up randomly, sized randomly, I saw one that was a whole lot faster than our bus, but we havent got any serious ones near us, just little dust devil like ones that only nudged the bus a bit
Driver got really panicked, we barely ran out the violent tornadoes that seemed to be mostly behind us, we got to a shopping centre of some sort in middle of the plains, the driver wanted to park there and think things through
but it kept coming, the driver moved the bus around back to the road, I told him where to go to guide him, soon we got out of it somehow....but now apparently, it was of a survival setup, we werent travelling, we were surviving, the whole set up of the dream was of a survival one... anyhow while we were fooling around on the bus, F started to look like man so I was like dude you look like a man, then she shifted back to her original form but this time had a different hairstyle... then the bus stopped near a neighborhood, we continued the road on karts with engines, that had an odd shape, basically it was fully covered, like a car, but kart sized...
actual cars were all over the place, we were avoiding them, then some sort of situation happened again, and we looked for a house to break into, and there was a house that was barricaded by cars stacked on eachtoher by the road, we got past that with some maneuvering, then got in to the door, we got in with ease, I went in first, there didnt seem to be anyone, I went in the living room, thats where i met the owner of the house
this guy was odd, had this strong blue facepaint or mask on him and these funky sunglasses that had this red-purple chrome reflection, he took of the mask and introduced himself
so I was like we came running away from storms and stuff, and he was like he saw us but let us in since we werent careful enough to inspect the place, almost like he set us up
I was like oh no, I shouldve been careful, this couldve been a big mistake to make, anyhow
he seemed to be friendly, didnt attack us from the start, but something was off about him, his looks and his manners, he clearly didnt mean good for us in the long run, was kind devious
then he went to take a look at the team, F was fiddling with something in the other room, then the guy was like I'm gonna beat you up
then I got mad I warned him if he does anything I'll see him be dealt with, and thats when I woke up

Been laying in bed for hours asleep, but fully aware as though awake.

I can’t feel my body, it’s floating weightlessly in space. There’s a soft wave of energy slowly undulating through me, like the lulling sway of a hammock, but it’s inside of me.

My mind isn’t focussed on anything in particular, but there’s a constant feeling of tension that binds me inside my own body. Technically, I can move, but reality seems frozen. Time seems frozen.

I stare ahead at the door and watch the light move between the cracks as my perceptions distort to my will. I can make them flicker or move in the direction I want. I can make sounds turn off or on.

Meager control over my perceptions brings me comfort, but still frozen, knowing that it’s not real. I can only dream of having control over reality.

I tell myself that I need to get up… Gotta move forward with time because time is moving without me.

Eventually I get up… I check the clock and note that several hours have passed.

Then indecision binds me again. I don’t know what to do. I lay back down after my muscles ache from sitting in one spot for too long.

This goes on all day. Rinse and repeat.

I dreamed that my old house was trying to kill me last night. Same old. I’m glad the new one doesn’t do that.

I’m in a house (that looks similar to Dad’s - at the bar counter by the back door) looking at a houseplant. It looks like a hanging pothos. It’s a lot longer than I remember; I hold up a strand of vines. There are some dead leaves underneath that I think I’ll need to trim, and I also see that it’s growing into? the plant next to it, what looks like a string of hearts. The vines of pothos slowly transition into the other plant at their ends.

I’m at some woman’s house with Melissa. She is moving and we’re buying something from her. I also start to think we may be able to find things we didn’t come for because she might be trying to get rid of everything. The neighborhood looks nice and suburban. She, a very friendly seeming, middle aged, thin, Asian woman, leads us through the front door. The house seems much larger on the inside than it looked from outside. It is clean and immaculate and minimal. The furnishings look comfortable and of quality. There is a floating staircase of extremely thin steps that bends just once to reach the second level. A huge house plant grows behind it and begins to twine into the railing. She sort of shows us around, but just as we pass things. I get the impression that she’s single and think she must be wealthy to furnish a house like this. I think she leaves for a while now, and we explore the house. There’s a huge living room with two different sectionals and another seating area, blending into a kitchen. The master bedroom is also down here, in a corner. It seems fairly unassuming, compared to everything else. The bathroom, however, has three different walk-in showers in one corner. I’m outside in the front yard now, with Makayla. There’s a tiny trampoline that I go jump on; it is stiff and not very fun. I tell Makayla this and to not bother with it. Mom is here too and is going on a jog. She starts a timer on her watch before leaving.

Went to bed around 11:30PM.

Berries with the Tots:

I'm with JM and JV from the Tots group. We're at a store modeled after the Pokémon Centers from various Pokémon games.
There is a deli nearby in the same store selling lunchmeat, as well as Pokémon merchandise lining shelves on the walls.
I'm looking at some berries, and the perspective changes such that I'm using a menu to scroll sideways through the different berry options.
There are arrows up and down to change the quantity of berries to buy. There is a price that dynamically updates as well.

Recorded at 5AM.

Kitten in the Kitchen:

I'm at a house. I get the impression it is a new thing, as in somebody has just bought it or started a rental arrangement.
There is a front door area with a kitchen on the left. There is a mudroom type area on the right. The layout is vaguely similar to my parents' old home in northern Michigan.
I'm standing in the kitchen near a plate with some food on it. There is a small kitten near the plate, attracted to the food.
The kitten is black and longhaired, similar to how one of my cats from childhood, Oreo, used to look.
I pickup the kitten to show it to my girlfriend who is in the kitchen nearby.
I get the impression the situation is a 'meet the parents' type scenario.
...
I'm with my Grandma P in a bedroom area from the same house.
She seems to be sharpening chopsticks to resell as a business.

Recorded at 6:45AM.

254 words for the night.

I’m in what feels like downtown, trying to park. I’m also driving an unfamiliar car, so my perception is skewed, such as feeling closer to things than I probably really am. I drive down a narrow street with a sidewalk and various other things right next to it with nothing between. It feels like I drive really close to an Asian woman standing on the sidewalk, even though I probably am not. Now, I’m about to drive down a small hill, looking for parking. There’s a line forming to the left; I go around it to the right. I then realize this way is for people who have paid for parking already, and I know that. I don’t find a space, but I do after I circle around once. Now, I’m in what feels like a large house. There’s a long hallway with multiple bedrooms off of it. It feels like each room is more like a hotel room. Melissa and I have the one on the end. It is a fairly luxurious room. We are on the bed. With a purple pen, I start drawing lines on her pubic area.
*I did drive through town yesterday and pulled my car out of a space near a Black woman sitting on something on the sidewalk right by the street. I wasn’t that close to her, but I wondered if she thought I was going to be. I also drove once around the block before finding a parking space.

Went to bed around 1AM.

Pre-WBTB

Fragment
Brief impression of a Punch-Out-like video game.

WBTB
Ratio: 6hr/20m
Supplements: None.
Sleep Cycle: Semi-stable.
I got up and walked outside of for a bit, doing plenty of reality checks. I try to make the entire time outside a reality check.
I also review my dreamsign list, trying to commit the top 5 to memory.

Post-WBTB

The Vanishing Plant
I'm walking around in my living room and I do a nose RC out of habit.
To my surprise it fails and I become lucid.
I remember that narration is supposed to help stabilization so I start talking out loud.
"I'm rubbing my hands, I'm rubbing my feet, I'm walking."
I think about what I should do next and consider taking a bite out of the kitchen table, but then decide against.
It wasn't all that exciting last time I did that.
I recall that my goal was to try and observe my dreamworld, to gain an understanding and hopefully a feel for the 'dreamlike'.
I leave through the front door and go outside.
It looks near identical to reality, sunny summer day, except there is a plant nearby that is missing the bottom.
Like in a video game where a texture is missing.
I note that daytime/sunny is one of the top dream signs, and wonder if there are more 'missing textures'.
I also connect this missing texture idea to my top dreamsign which is 'video-games or inspired by a video game'.
"I'm walking around, I'm observing the dreamworld, I'm rubbing my hands," I say outloud, attempting to stabilize again.
I decide that I want to go somewhere more interesting, so I close my eyes and attempt to transform the scene into something else.
I think vaguely about changing the season into fall or winter.
I open my eyes with hope, but the scene only changes slightly. Objects have changed position, but no theme change.
I recall flying through the neighborhood some more, but my lucidity fades.
...
Later I'm in somebody else's house, lucid and looking around.
There is a woman I don't recognize, vaguely Hispanic looking.
"Is there a portal around here?" I ask.
She replies in the negative.
Despite this, I open a closet nearby and try to imagine a green swirly portal inside.
Nope, just closet.
...
I'm at a sleepover at work with my coworker JM.
Apparently we have to sleep there because there is a test we are running.
We have sleeping bags setup on the production floor.
I feel as sense of awkwardness because there are people around us working and I wonder if I should be doing the same.
Recorded on waking at 9:15AM.

Notes
I'm going to start a series of 4 tests for the 6hr/20m/none configuration with this being #1.
Initial impression is my control and dream length were lesser compared to 6hr/10m/8mgGal (Galantamine). This could be unrelated to the configs, and due to the currently only semi-stable sleep cycle.
I want to test whether galantamine is needed for more vivid dreams, and also if my 10m WBTB wake time is limiting my lucid dream experience.
I know that changing multiple variables at once isn't the best science (but I intend to test more configurations later).
General guidance for WBTB seems to recommend much longer than 10m, so I perceive a likely improvement by making it longer, hence earlier testing of this configuration.

I’m sitting towards the front of a coach bus with a smaller group of unfamiliar others. Sitting on the right side, i watch as the bus starts to tilt to the right. At first it almost seems as if it’s just settling, but then the lean intensifies, and I can feel tension arise. It hesitates and then unavoidably completes the lean, tossing us out of our seats as it crashes down on its side. After it’s over, I think it’s not as bad as it could’ve been. Everyone is walking away, just shaken. The driver, a lanky older man, walks away completely, looking embarrassed, which I find cowardly. Now Melissa is here and we’re going through the luggage we have. I notice that I’ve completely forgotten a toiletries bag.



I’m in a house with Melissa (it feels like our house in the dream and looks nothing like our house in reality). I’m in what feels like the living room, which feels like a big open room with a single-level pagoda built into it. It extends up to the high ceiling, its own roof just below? There are some hanging plants on the structure - in mostly ceramic pots - and Melissa has taken them down, I think without intending to return them. I liked how they looked, but I think they were the previous owner’s.

Melisa and I have moved into a new house (I’m not sure if there’s any concept of our current house or not). I’m in what seems to be a bedroom - the place feels small, like rooms blend together. I’m up on the bed, which is level with a window. It overlooks a gravel lot. There is a parked, dark gray truck and 1-2 other cars. There’s also a house across the way, though I think I don’t actually ever see it. I do know that we feel like the neighbor, Mike, is watching us. He sits in the front seat of the truck, reclining slightly as if he’s napping, but I catch him looking through this window a few times. I use a pair of binoculars and quickly lower them when we make eye contact through them. We think that he could just be wanting to meet us, since he hasn’t yet. Now, a lady sets out a stack of six packs of Sierra Nevada Summerfest with a sign that says 2 for $10 (I think it’s referring to cans). Another guy (another neighbor, I think) appears and grabs a beer with the other guy. I think that they are coming over to meet me.

I'm at a river with another person. They are explaining how they are making a makeshift dam. A center block of concrete has already been poured and water running around it has washed out any loose rock so it is now just a solid part of a much larger rock. He triggers the buildup of water by moving a log over the remaining stream and the dam is put into action. I take a small boat over to one side of the water, but he releases the stream at the dam, so I'm pulled with the current back towards it. I narrowly escape capsizing and falling into the water with the help of the builder who pulls me out. Later, I'm with a group of guys who don't have a place to stay for the night up in the mountains. A couple offers beds to us in the loft of their house. I am very grateful to them but everyone else just walks in and finds their bed.

Sword Fight With Kid Me
I'm at home, in the gameroom area, by the big round table.
My past self is there. He looks maybe 8 or 9 years old. About the age when we went to Disneyworld.
He says "Are you doing that dreaming stuff?"
I tell him "Yep, trying to!" but I don't become lucid.
Then we decide to have a sword fight. We're just imagining that we are holding swords.
I take a few stabs at him, taking care to not accidently hit him with my arm.
I chase him around the house a bit.
At one point I sit down to rest and he remarks about how lazy I am.
I say "Yeah, having a job will do that to you."
...
There is a cat in a cat-carrier on the floor near the gaming table.
I think to myself that I should let the cat out.
I recall that the cat talked to me and asked me to release it, but I don't know if that actually happened within the dream.
My sister's boyfriend N is there too.
I let the cat out and tell N that he'll need to help me catch the cat later. He agrees.
The cat saunters out lazily and lays down nearby. Totally chill. It seems satisfied that we helped it.
I sit down by the fireplace near the cat. It splays its paws and I play with its footpads.
My sister M is there, and they are talking about one of the third grade teachers from elementary school, Mr. A.
I say "Oh! Is he still teaching?"
M says that Mr. A used to call the place she sat the "Bitch-Chair".
I think about how Mr. A was very perceptive, but don't say it.
Recorded at 6AM, 66% through sleep cycle 5.