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Morning of October 6, 2019. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,284-04. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



Induction: I am sitting in an armchair wearing headphones in an unknown residence. The room is not well-lit. I listen to various vocal sounds on a tape playing in a cassette deck to my left, some that are partial affirmations related to dreaming, though there is the usual gibberish. I do not maintain full dream state awareness (though my perception remains instinctual, as the processes are the same, lucid or not).

I see many maidenhair ferns in small plant pots. It is a beautiful tranquil sight. I feel I am where I should be. I notice it now seems to be late morning.

Wall mediation with a vestibular precursor: I see a shadow at the glass-paneled door. It seems to be an uninvited ninja who has a crowbar that soon emerges between the door and door frame. I suspect this may relate to the cassette I am listening to, so I pull the jack from the cassette deck and remove my headphones. As I do, the door makes a light shutting sound, and there is no ninja. (Pulling a jack from a stereo is the opposite of what I typically do in dreams to vivify and sustain cortical arousal. In addition to a typical preconscious personification, the ninja is a vestibular simulacrum, which transitions into flight autosymbolism in the next scene.)

More wall mediation and vestibular processing: I turn about to see a winter forest setting beyond an open wall. I enjoy the beauty of the scene as the snowflakes strike my face. The time has changed again, and it now seems early evening. A jet flies overhead (unrealistically slow). I see its shadow rise on the trunk of a tree, and I lift my arms to mimic the shape. I am unsure if they are searching for the ninja or me. I decide to take to the sky and become one with the jet to gain control of the whole region. (I fly vertically straight up.)

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The tree with the rising shadow of the jet is a process whereby the tree is a representation of how my physical body does not move while I am sleeping. The flight association is the precursor to vestibular arousal. Rather than the drop, I fly up and out of my dream as I have many times since childhood. Vehicles of any kind (including aircraft) are typically a result of the imaginary physicality of the dream state, each having specific nuances and associations with different levels of muscularity and anticipation of the drop.

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Had a weird abstract dream where I had possession over people by using their name. I the world that I inhabited it seem to be common practise.

Next dream my brother was throwing giant rectangular ninja things at me. I spent a long time traipsing around to evade his attacks. Seemed like woodlands near my parents home.
In the end it got tragic and I as I told him I didn't want his soul tainted for having murdered me, and that I would take my own life instead. Fair enough, first dream for ages where I haven't resorted to straight forward violence.

I did a morning nap today, but I wasn't really used to it and I was a bit sleepy, so I didn't recall much. I had a series of dream fragments which were pleasant, though.

There was something about me and some people playing some kind of Gmod map, it was dark and we were roaming around a city at night. Presumably, it was a death match but we were all pretty chill about it until I climed up a wall and challenged everyone to mob me. I don't remember killing anyone but I don't remember anyone killing me either.

The other fragment I remembered was that I was a... ninja? samurai? With a blade made by Muramasa, and of course it's evil etc. etc. My dream was set in the future, perhaps in Overwatch's setting. I have a romantic subplot with a girl, and I have several run-ins with the law.

I was a girl, I got sleepdarted by Ana from Overwatch. I woke up to a lesbian on me wanting to get it on, but I was not in the mood.

My dream transitioned to my highschool going to BlizzCon. I didn't remember the details of the con but it was apparently in New Zealand and we had minor earthquakes before we left.

The bus stopped at a mall. We looked around, I separated from the others and looked around by myself. When I walked out my dad was there and he complained that I took so long looking around that it was midnight. I was about to come up with an excuse when I realized he's my dreamsign, and I became lucid.

I had a false awakening and my laptop was on my bed. It was on Facebook with a video of an African American girl with a white family, who claimed that they are her true family and she ran away from her dark-skinned family, and e comments were people talking about how racist she was, and also some people talking about her name was "Gental" which sounded funny because it sounded like "Genital"

I woke up. I did reality checks. I fell back to sleep and had another false awakening, and I accidentally astrally projected.

My dream transitioned to me as Dr McNinja from the webcomic Dr. McNinja, with an older ninja who was dressed more like Rambo than a ninja. We were fighting against all of the enemeis of McNinja, under the leadership of an alien luchador a la Darkseid, with Frans Rayner as his right hand man. He sent an entire city's worth of soldiers and police at us. I didn't recall all the battle's detail but it was awesome, with us skirmishing throughout the city by jumping on cars to make our getaway and ambushing checkpoints.

We took out the police and was about to make our getaway, when Frans Rayner called us and told that McRambo got a nuke in his shoe and we won't be able to get it far away from us in time. We panicked a bit but then I took him up a tall building and we dropped his shoe, then we run like hell.

We survived, and celebrated about how we will escape now, but our noises drew the attention of Space Luchador and Frans Rayner, who were right above us all along in a helicopter, and we were just mutually unaware of each other earlier.

My dream transitioned to me talking to someone about the setting of Dr. McNinja. I claimed that in the Dr. McNinja world, nearly all popular fictional characters coexist. I saw from a third person view a bunch of characters on a ferris wheel, but the only two I remember were Stitch and Reuben from Lilo and Stitch, except Reuben was a shapeshifter in the shape of Stitch but with his yellow eyes.

I'm a cyborg ninja. I can go invisible. For some reasons, I think that shoplifting will be a useful way to spend my powers on. I made some noises accidentally and the workers start to look for me, and they also have an angry french bulldog looking for me. I go to the back of the store (the store is separated into two sections, with a glass wall between) and go visible to rest, but a girl sees me, but she does not raise any larm. I grab some soda and chips and as the dog sees me I make my escape, with a cinematic interlude that looks like me slashing the dog, but I actually cut off its chafing collars. I am gone but I see things in third person where the workers realize the dog didn'5 like the collar and now it's happy that it's gone.

I meet up with the girl who let me go and we go on a date at the arcade. One of the games is like one of those light gun cabinets, but with throwing knives. We have two opposing characters, she throws her knife and scratched me a bit. I throw mine and headshot myself. I say that wasn't my intention while she laughs. There is a lengthy cutscene with yaoi overtones so we lose interest and go elsewhere. She takes me to the opposite wing of the building, which I remark is a museum.

Frag: Something to do with shopping at Kroger with my mom. There was a stegosaurus in the parking lot eating people's groceries and cars and a thunderstorm was coming.

Frag: I thought of dream music. Neptune the Mystic from Holst’s planets suite was all I got. I feel like I kept hearing it through dreams.

Frag: I was watching One Punch Man season two. In it, he encountered this character from another dimension called "One Kick Woman" who was more powerful than Saitama. When asked what her power came from she said that she did TWO hundred push ups, TWO hundred sit ups, TWO hundred squats and a 20km run each day. She had a green and black costume.

Man, I should draw that.

Dream, since two frags from it: Something to do with being stranded a tropical island. I was with a few other people and we were all naked. I think we were on a reality TV show. Someone said something about making coconut cups for our genitals along with coconut bras for the females, but I didn't want to do it because I thought it would look ridiculous. I said that everyone was naked under their clothes and we should put survival essentials before modesty.

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At the end of the dream, The show's crew packed up but I wanted to stay on the island alone. The crew said that the island would be underwater soon because of global warming. I said that I didn't care.

Spoiler for im gonna spoiler this one just in case, its weird and gross:

I was sitting with a friend in his room. For some reason he had a large drop-down screen like an overhead projector and was projecting his computer screen while drawing on his tablet so I could watch. He was drawing a picture of a teenage anime girl with brown hair sitting on the toilet. He said that drawing the poop was his favorite part. (This, my fellow dreamers, is why I don't specifically mention my friends.) He put these four rows of statistic and numbers near her butt that said how good she was at pooping.

I remember one of them was "+2 Constipation Resistance"

I left the room and came back with a soda. I was more confused than anything. He opened this folder and showed me he was using the art to make a trading card game about anime girls pooping. Apparently the story was that it took place in this school where the girls learned the techniques and trained their digestion to make the best poops in the world for giving to scientists to study and stuff. The things I saw were:

Traffic Light Poop (A special effect card with a picture of a red, yellow and green poop)
(A random anime girl)
Belly Expansion Beans (A special effect card with a a picture of beans.)
Yoko (from GL, Apparently he was using characters from other animes.)
(Something about men urinating)

I'm fairly certain I woke up laughing from that dream and went pee myself. I suppose that counts as a WBTB since I went back to bed with the intention of LDing. My chronology is all messed up, I don't remember what order these dreams came in at all. Just that this took place at around 4:00am.

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I was watching a movie about Godzilla. (Supposedly a followup to the Godzilla 2014 movie. In the movie, Godzilla was walking around the city. Pearl from Steven Universe was there trying to stop Godzilla but she was giant and glowing orange. She had some help from these little crystalline beetles that also glowed orange, I think she summoned them. When the tried to fight Godzilla he did something to turn parts of them green, then Godzilla left.

Then I appeared in the dream and was able to turn the parts of their bodies that had been turned back to orange mostly, with still a few green spots. They all went and got onto a UFO to go back to their home planet, and said that they weren’t attacking earth and felt it would be better to just leave in peace before any more destruction happened on either side. I think Samurai Jack appeared in the movie toward the end and helped me to split up the fighting forces and broker peace. But people thought that it was a plot point that came out of nowhere.

I remember my uncle saying. “That was a good movie, they didn’t waste time with anything and got right to the action…”

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I remember I was in a mining camp at night. The setting was otherworldy. Stripey blue rocks with black metallic bismuth-like crystals in them and a dark gray sky. The metallic crystals was what we were mining.

We are sitting around the fire. Me and a few friends were using these things called murmur men. They were basically like zombie men that we could use as free labor to dig up minerals. They didn’t need to eat or sleep and acted like robots always taking orders. (You could just order one to walk off a cliff and it would oblige.) And when they were ‘killed’ by something they could just regenerate by having a skeleton come up from underground and reforming their flesh onto it.

I remember I said that I liked to give the murmur men meals and sleep, even though they could be worked 24 hours a day without food or sleep it made me feel better and it made the murmur men more productive when they did work because it made them happier. My friends got mad at me for letting them do this because they said they were nothing more than tools to be used for our mining. I remember thinking that when I had the chance, I was going to try and set all of the murmur men free.

Someone said something about building a second windmill for our camp. We already had one windmill powering our camp. I remember seeing the timber frame and metal rotor, and in intricate detail, seeing the gearbox we had assembled to turn the generator that provided our area with power. 2D from Gorillaz appeared and started singing the Gorillaz song ‘Feel good Inc’ and our windmill changed to the one from the flying windmill island. Golden sunlight started shining through the clouds onto the windmill.

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I FA’d. I was with family members. We were all sleeping together in this big log cabin themed suite. It had separate rooms for each of us. I remember looking out the door and seeing this creepy mime girl with black and white makeup looking at me from the counter. (I think ‘Mime Girl’ was what I was calling her internally.) I remember she had all white eyes that glowed.

She posessed one of my cousins into going after us and trying to attack. Family members all started waking up at the sound of screams and they were panicking because they didn’t want to fight my cousin since he was a family member. I know he killed at least one person before I even woke up. Everyone went into the central kitchen area of the cabin where we saw he had a steak knife and different people lunged in and pulled away trying to take it from him.

My aunt was getting extremely emotional because she didn’t know what she could do. She tried talking to him about loving his family but it didn’t work and my cousin stabbed my aunt in the arm. She backed away and then fainted into the arms of my father who started looking around for something to bandage it with. The wound didn't seem to be bleeding, it was just like a red cut mark on her arm.

I remember being in what was supposed to be this intense family situation, I was just thinking like "I don't care, can we get this over with and go back to sleep." I think it was actually a low level of lucidity acting on me. I figured I'd just get in there and show everyone how it was done. I went in after my possessed knife-wielding cousin. I remember I moved in on him and tried to disarm the knife but he was too fast and he stabbed me in the chest. There was a moment of intensity here, but I snapped back into my apathetic layer-zero lucidity attitude as I fell to the floor. My wound shared the same characteristic to my aunts'. No blood came out, it was just like a short red line on my body.

My reaction was something along the lines of “Oh darn… I’ve been stabbed by my cousin who was possessed by a demonic mime. For some reason I just don't care. ” I remember looking at the mime girl while things went to black and saying. “Maybe we should have been fighting HER instead of my cousin.”

Then my youngest cousin went in. When the posessed cousin tried to stab him he caught the knife blade between his hands, ninja kicked him back without hurting him too much and threw the knife at the mime girl, banishing her.

I was fully dead now and watching third person as a spirit. My youngest cousin said turned to me and said thanks for giving him the strength to be a little ninja. I was lucid enough to know that this was somehow in reference to me calling the kids in my taekwondo class yesterday 'Little Ninjas' when they did a good job on their kicks. (My cousin isn't in my Taekwondo class though)

This apathy has been a focus of mine lately, during the meditations I've been doing. I put a lot of thought into these sorts of dreams, that often seems like they're designed specifically to create emotional scenes, but I'm usually very apathetic towards them. It feels like theres this very low level of lucidity that's worked its way into these dreams.

Dream: 1*5=5
Frag: .5*3=1.5
WBTB: 2*1=2

Morning of July 2, 2016. Saturday.



In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and family as we are now are living in an unfamiliar and unknown location. I need to go to the grocery store before it closes, as it is late at night. Even though the location is unfamiliar, I seem to somehow know where I am going when I leave our house.

I walk mainly down a sidewalk in an area where there are no buildings. I am headed towards a bridge that is perhaps half a block long. On my right, across the street, I notice a ninja in black jump up onto the bridge railing after it seems he had come from the middle of the street ahead. At first, I had thought he might be approaching me, thus I remain wary. I am not sure if it is a teenager intent on attacking and robbing me though that feeling is not that strong as I keep walking. It may be that he has no intentions toward me. This remains unclear.

I seem to discern another person ahead of me and in lighter clothes, but walking towards me. However, this person seems to either disappear or also cross the street to the other side. I have a vague impression he may be connected to the ninja as part of a gang. Still, nothing threatening happens. The ninja remains on the railing in a squatting position.

There is an odd and atypical dream within a dream where I am reading about an older male from China concerning some sort of anecdote of the author’s. This occurs as I am walking but my dream goes back to the original setting after a short time.

Eventually, I cross to the right side of the street and enter the unfamiliar grocery store. An unfamiliar and unknown Asian girl is the cashier at the one counter across from where the shelves are. There is one aisle on the other side. Even though the store seems to be closed at this point I tell her I will not be long. There is a shift, and I already have two small bags of groceries without any recall of either picking them up or paying. I then tell her, as I am heading toward the doors, that I need to get one more thing, a box of cereal.

I find myself going to an area that is apparently in the back of the store. I notice that it is a mess, with various items strewn across the floor to my left. Otherwise, there is not that much on the shelves. I walk out back to being near the counter and ask her where the cereal is and she makes a note of it being on the other side of the main area. I notice a box of cereal (at the top of the shelf) which is Weet-Bix but mostly cinnamon flavored and consider that I will just grab that. I still do not have full recollection of paying for anything as I leave, though my dream fades from there.

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I have had other dreams where a certain part of a grocery store was messy or under construction or repair. It may relate to improper diet and the under construction aspect may relate to healing and cellular repair - or, it may just be incidental to the transient nature of the dream state. Shopping for food dreams are fairly common for me.

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A bridge typically represents a consciousness shift within the dream state. This is validated in this case by the ninja in black jumping up onto the bridge railing before I cross the bridge (though again, across the street from me yet seemingly just appearing from the middle of the street), which seems to be a less interactive form of the waking precursor. In this case, the ninja may be a curious variation of my own shadow form that has appeared in a number of dreams since early childhood, primarily in two forms, both forms implied to be my own shadow (regardless of how far away or even being of a different orientation). In the one form, it seems to be “matched” to my dream self as I test to see if it is my dream self’s shadow and in the other form, it seems to be my conscious self (doing different things than my dream self) looking into my dream and watching my dream self. However, even in the former, it seems related to a subtle awareness of conscious activity and emerging (that is, growing and clarifying) self-awareness.

I'm in a place like a giant Chuck-e-Cheese's, there are multiple floors of cushioned walls and nets. I am walking around and meet a dreadlocked guy I know from school. I show him a green, poorly done, tattoo on my wrist that identifies me as part of the same ninja secret society he is a part of. We climb up to a higher floor where we look down and look out for trouble, some group is doing shady stuff in the park, we have to keep an eye out.

Vaguely remember playing with a small arcade cabinet.

Go to a kiosk nearby my house to load my bus card, hear a guy welding to repair a magazine stand. The welding pistol is a screwdriver. I go up and ask if he needs help.

I watch a plane crash on the television as part of a breaking news story. The last part of the clip before they cut it shows the plane flying away from the crash site. It doesn't make sense to me, so I re-play the scene in slow motion. This time, the second plane is a missile. Both are in fact missiles. Nuclear missiles. I get on my computer and try to find the exact town in England where the crash happened, but can't find it. Just a bunch of English towns. Finally, I spot the wreckage.

As soon as I see the wreckage, I'm on a bus that's headed right to the crash site. My mom is on the bus, as well as my good friends. Up ahead is an unexpected building, billowing with thick gray smoke. Just pumping smoke out the top of it like it is manufacturing something. Our bus stops at a gate just before this building and a bunch of men with guns board our bus speaking a combo German/Italian language that I can't understand. Through their non-verbal cues, I understand that they must search our bus and everyone on it before they let us go on our way.

One of the men searches me, but gets upset when he sees that I'm wearing a belt. He passes me to the next guy who also finds nothing hidden. Even more upset than the first guy, he picks me up by my shoulders, and shakes me vigorously as if to get any pills to fall out my ass if I were a drug mule. Fortunately (for many reasons) there is nothing.

They finally let us all go. I sit down back in my seat, cautious not to draw any unwanted attention to myself. I see my high school sweet heart in the seat right in front of mine and we smile at each other. Then I see several layers of cloth all stacked on top of one another. The cloth itself begins to speak, telling me, "There are many ways to love a woman." Then the pile of stacked cloth lays completely flat on the bus seat, melting into it. Seems like good advice I suppose...

Looking out the window, I watch as we pass the building from earlier. It is a power plant that burns some sort of smoky fuel, powering the entire town around it. Set up like some post-apocalyptic utopia, the buildings are all caddywhompus, but well maintained McGuiver style. The bus stops abruptly in the center of the town, and everyone is forced off of it.

I am taken to the front of a tank column and strapped to the front of it as a human shield for the point tank. Definitely not a safe place to be in general, let alone for what I fear is about to happen. Meat shields make me sad, but I'm happy that it's me and not someone else. Completely bound, I tensely watch from the front row of the action as a group of fighters (who I assume are on my side) ambush the tanks. The whole ridge above us seems to have come alive with machine gun fire and anti-tank rockets. Sadly, they are all killed by the tank fire and .50 Cal machine guns.

Due to all the rough driving, my bindings come loose toward the end of the fray and I make my get away, running as fast as I can before they notice. I dart into the first building I come across and hide up in the attic. I get the feeling that ninja-assassins have seen me hide in here, and are on their way sneaking inside. I have to do something to prepare myself.

I magically find in my hand a plastic spray bottle with an enchanted liquid inside that causes whoever is sprayed in the eyes to face their biggest fear. I test it on a nearby cat, who goes completely wide eyed, and then rigid for a few moments before moving again. The cat seemed to enjoy this, and now is like my minion. I direct it to the far corner of the room to help warn me of anyone approaching. Another cat walks right up to my face and looks at me like it too wants to get the fear spray. I spray it in the face once, and it reacts just like the first. Before I decide what to do with it, a third cat approaches and I do the same.

I send one of the cats down the attic stairs to investigate, amazed that the cats are voluntarily helping me through our unusual connection via the fear spray. I am about to spray myself in the face with it, but before I do, I hear someone downstairs. Sneaking down the ladder, there are no lights on anywhere, just a mysterious blue glow. I step on the floor and it is really wet.

A creepy woman's voice whispers directly into my ear, "The true test is how well you can step quietly through a puddle of blood" Quite a sadistic test, especially since she could've just killed me right there instead of toying with me like this. I see now that the entire floor is flooded with about a quarter an inch deep of blood. I get a quick mental flash back of this same woman killing a bunch of soldiers in this room using knives and dodging their bullets, and then draining their blood everywhere.

Thinking about her challenge, my feet change from wearing shoes, to slippers, back to shoes, and then to socks before settling on barefoot as I consider how to stay quietest. Barefoot it is then... The cold, sticky blood is really creepy, and not more than a few steps in, the sticky noises give me away.

She lunges at me, trying to bite my throat in half. I get a clear look at her face for the first time, it resembles a zombie face, with dark red slime and nastiness all around her mouth, crazy demonic eyes, and greasy straight black hair. I push against her chest and stomach to hold her back and get knocked on my back over some furniture. She jumps at me, using her teeth as her main weapon as I struggle to keep her off me. Pushing against her stomach, it turns into a dark empty void like space, but darker somehow. From this void, a second pair of arms reach out to fight me. Struggling with these, I kick at her, only to find another portal open up at her waist from which a second pair of legs come through kicking at me. There is blood everywhere, and she just doubled her limbs while trying to bite me to death. This fact sinks in a bit and I wake up.

Wandering around a busy party at someone's house, my friend and I sit down at a table. Someone brings us both a beer. After just half of it, I feel pretty tipsy and get up to walk around. Upstairs, I find the bathroom, but instead of a toilet, there is a large pond, with urine instead of water, and two people on hover crafts racing around a small island in the center. I relieve myself, and do my best not to pee on the hovercraft racers, even though they nearly splash me with urine as they zoom past.

I go back downstairs and see a strange looking animal outside. It has the body of a vicious wolf, but the legs of a gazelle, and it doesn't know how to use the legs very well. It is quite slow, and looks like it is going to fall over. I watch as it goes from house to house looking for scraps to eat. Touched by its predicament of not being able to find any food, I ask my friend if he has anything I can give it. He gives me a piece of his sandwich. I go outside, and walk right up to the wolf-gazelle (Gazzolf / Wolfzelle?) and poke it in the rear leg to get its attention. I practically shove the food in its face, then put the food down next to it before running back to safety. The Gazzolf beats me to the door, and begs for more food. Out of no where, I pull a massive pile of food out of nothing and give it to the Gazzolf who chows down happily.

Going back inside, I learn that my friend is the target of an assassination. I too am a potential target. He has taken off to safety, leaving me in his room where the assassins are approaching. I am given an optional task of securing files from his MP3 player by uploading them to a public server where everyone can access them, thereby protecting them from being destroyed. I just want to run, but feel that this would be very helpful. Even though I am unfamiliar with the software involved, I make it happen, focusing with all my might so I can get it done before the assassins get here. I notice a few suspicious characters that look like ninjas approaching from the fields outside, sneaking toward the house at a dead sprint.

Running out of the room, I sense someone is just about to break through the window. I close the door and run downstairs to find my friend armed with a gun, pointing it right at me. I tell him I'll help him, and not to shoot me. Walking around the corner, I see a ninja, so I telepathically tell my friend, "There's one around the corner to your right." As the ninja turns the corner, my friend pre-fires him, shooting him immediately. I check out another nearby room and see another ninja, so I again tell my friend telepathically, "Behind you, another one with two swords." My friend again turns and shoots him before the ninja gets a chance to surprise him.

Long dream! I think that in all this dream may have gone for about 30 minutes. It's got me excited about the Great Pyramid Task of the Year again!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #139: Kunoichi

I have a false awakening in some kind of luxury hotel suite, feeling frustrated that I failed to have a lucid dream. All of the lights are on, and a digital clock on the kitchen counter tells me that it's 4:45 AM. Okay, I still have a little time left to have a lucid dream.

Suddenly I realize that Wife isn't here and I panic. I have a false memory that she went out just as I was going to sleep and I start freaking out that something has happened to her. Two men walk into the suite from the adjoining balcony and I run at them, demanding that they tell me where she is. They look bemused by the intensity of my reaction and I wonder whether this could all be a dream. I try the nose pinch reality check and become lucid.

Ignoring these two random guys, I phase through a glass door out to the balcony. Rather than go leaping off, I float up a few feet first (just to be safe) before flying out into the early morning sky. I'm about 80 feet up, and I swoop down toward a park that I see below me, landing near a tree. I notice that the tree looks amusingly pixellated and I remember my goal of trying to maximize dream vividness. I focus on drawing out the detail of the tree, feeling its bark and studying its needles until it becomes extremely vivid.

I follow a dirt path toward a mall, scooping up a handful of reddish dirt and (for some reason) popping it into my mouth. (It tastes about like you'd expect.) At this point, there's a long segment of the dream where my memory gets a little hazy, but I recall that it was fairly long, involved me travelling through a shopping mall and flying around a bit between levels. I remember flying close by a harried-looking mom struggling to manage a pair of kids and a pair of shopping bags, a bright central area, and at one point a black guy in a purple dress shirt gives me a thumbs up when I fly by.

Finally I leave the mall through an emergency exit and emerge in an alley. A man slouches lazily against the wall and farther away a dark-haired teenage girl is sitting on a stack of shipping palettes. I look at each of them in turn and they immediately return my gaze. I'm struck by the subtlety in the way their faces move, blink, and shift so realistically.

As I'm deciding which way to go down this alley, I remember the Africa Task of the year (fix the Great Sphinx then ride her to the top of the Great Pyramid.) I decide that the Great Pyramid is just at the end of the alley, imagine it in detail, then turn around with the image still firmly in my end.

I'm shocked by how well this works. I walk out of the alley onto a windy landscape of sand dunes. In the distance I see an enormous version of the Great Pyramid dominating the horizon, probably four times larger than the real thing. Dark storm clouds roll violently above the Pyramid. At the top of the Pyramid, the wind is so strong that I see stones rolling off of the top and tumbling down the side.



I run over the dunes toward the Pyramid and as I get closer I see not just one Great Sphinx but probably a dozen of them scattered near the Pyramid's base. Some of them are in a horrible state of disrepair, but this doesn't worry me. If I can fix her nose, I can fix everything else too.

As I'm approaching the top of one dune, a pair of female ninja dressed in red appear and come racing toward me, each wielding a pair of sai. The first one leaps at me and I force-push her to the side so that she flies past me. The second I force-push directly forward and she flops onto her back on the dune. I walk past her and I watch over my shoulder as the two of them regroup for another attack. I hold out my hands toward them and jokingly say "Now kiss!" They glare at me like I'm a huge pervert and I feel a little embarrassed. (This is a nerdy reference to this meme.) One ninja gives the other a quick peck on the cheek and then they return to glaring at me.

I say something about how I was only joking and that I drank a lot of peppermint tea before bed, and as I'm going on and on explaining myself, the two ninja start making out. I realize that all my blah blah blah is only making things worse and I'm feeling sexy and distracted. I turn back toward the Pyramid but the landscape doesn't seem stable anymore. I wind up in the void.

I rub my hands together to stay locked in and start feeling the floor, trying to turn the ground back into sand so I can return to the Pyramid. I go at this for a good while. After roughly a full minute, the floor starts feeling like carpeting and I emerge in what looks like a dormitory. I walk out into a nearby hall and run into a college friend that I've lost touch with (and is notorious for being hard to reach.) I ask him how he's been and he gives me an email address (!) and promises to respond if I email him at that address. I make him repeat the promise (which amuses him) and bid him goodbye before phasing through a glass door to a second-floor walkway.

My father-in-law is standing nearby with a few elderly Asian men and women. I jump onto the railing and start pulling myself onto the awning when I feel hands grasping at my legs and shouts of "You'll hurt yourself!" and "Are you crazy?" They pull me back down to the balcony and my father-in-law starts explaining to the other DCs that I'm "special". I fly down the walkway to provide a visual aid and the DCs react by speaking in astonished Mandarin. I think about how amazingly realistic this Mandarin sounds but then think, oh yeah... of course it sounds realistic to me. It's what I think Mandarin sounds like.

I fly off of the walkway, landing in front of an entrance to the same mall I was at earlier. I decide to retrace my steps through the mall, and I pass through a store that sells little pet sweaters for tiny dogs. Little sweater-clad dogs roam everywhere. I exit the store and it isn't long before I have a false awakening back in the same dorm room, no longer lucid.

I walk outside to find that it's daylight out. NewArtemis and her husband are standing nearby. We say hey, not at all surprised to see one another. Art lays down on the sidewalk, still participating in the conversation but also trying to sleep by curling up with this big canvas bookbag she's holding. I tell Art and her husband about the dream I just had, mentioning that I went through a store "that sells sweaters for those little yappy dogs". Immediately a little white yappy dog comes crawling out of Art's book bag, dressed in a green sweater. "Seriously?" I say, feeling like a jerk. "I'm sorry." She laughs and says it's cool.

Art seems to kind of fall asleep and I talk with her husband for a while about dogs, telling him they did the right thing by not getting huge, crazy dogs like us. I look down and notice that Art's hair has changed and become really curly and sort of red. It seems weird to me but since her husband doesn't say anything, I figure this is normal. He and I talk about other random stuff for a while until the dream ends.

So my wife is 37 weeks and pregnant and apparently very uncomfortable at night time. So when she goes to bed she has been keeping me up for an hour or two lately (note a bit of cold streak). Last night I kept falling asleep and she would wake me, this probably happened 10 times. When you do this it normally puts you in some FAs. So here is how they start.
sleep.

Laying in bed for 10 minutes and then the light turns on. I look around and can see, but my eyes are closed. I start to open my eyes and think that I will wake up and just go around the room with my eyes closed. After I leave the room I wake up.

RC. Back to sleep.

I am in a castle. dreaming again. I see some kids playing baseball in the courtyard. I jump down and see an old man teaching them.
Old man: you can't just go around doing whatever you want in dreams.
Me: yes I can.
Old man: these kids are better than you.
Me: I can hit any pitch they throw
(apparently not very understanding right now) I hit 2/3 pitches and then I grab one of the children (age 1-2) and it is a little boy.
Old man: I am better than you.
Me: you raise one. I raise the others. Mine will be better.
I take off in the air and fly into outer space really quickly. The scenery outside of the castle is all just clouds (unexplored territory on a map. Castle is really freaking huge. Not on earth, but a flat land that goes on really far, even from space I couldn't see the whole planet.


Wake up. RC. Back to sleep.

I had a few more false awakenings i think. Didn't catch them.

I am in the castle again. Aparently I didn't bring the kid with me, but I was infiltrating the old man's castle. Apparently he had been training the kids to be ninjas. I am walking through an arcade and I realize that none of the games are real and I am dreaming. I know that there are about 11 ninjas hiding. I decided to not use dream powers, except foresight. I all of the sudden knew where each of the ninjas were and how they would attack me depending on how I go (read blink for more info). I step across a game and a ninja with two swords attacks. I jump to the side and grab his sword. Twist it around and he loses his hand and head. I drop the sword, I would die with it. Two jump me with curved knives. I ducked and kicked one of them onto the other. Stole one of the knives as he flew over. The two of them got up and attacked me at the same time. I slipped between them and stabbed them both in vital places that would drop them. I kept walking down the hallway to the bathroom. The rest of them were in there. I jumped into the stall and kicked the toilet out. As soon as two jumped in they got blown away by the water shooting out. I grab a bomb out of the dead ninja and drop it back into the pipes. I grab three more ninjas and throw them into the stall. Run out of the bathroom and the dead bodies fly out as I exit around the corner. I then woke up.

I was pretty tired yesterday and when waking up in the middle of the sleep... i just went back to sleep. Woke up with no recall, but in the next 40 minutes or so it came by itself.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some game by being in the game. The game was about some warfare, it started with some medieval stuff then i was a ninja and i had to assassinate some enemy commanders. At one point i have found some position behind some barrels that made AI bug out and go here one by one, but shortly enemy general appeared and i was not able to defeat him, so i had to retreat.
Then the technology progressed and we got rifles and stuff and i was more usual soldier, i was in some kind of mansion and had to protect general from some attacks. Then there was some discussion about attacking the enemy and we have planned something.
Technology progresses once again and now we have tanks and in the next mission i was controlling one of the tanks. There was massive battle between the two sides with various vehicles and we won.
Technology advanced again and then we were having some kind of festival in the base. Suddenly enemy attacked the base and there were a bunch of(rather small) nuclear explosions caused by the enemy attacking our nuclear powered buildings. The landscape was ruined, i picked up the nuclear missile launcher from the arsenal as well as some other weapons and went to deal with the problem. Soon the mission was completed.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was a pirate and i was on the pirate ship with the team. After some discussion we have noticed another ship in the distance and decided to board it. During the boarding we have found out that there's the whole underground maze in the ship(somehow) and i went to explore it. I had to go around the maze fighting various creatures and then eventually i have found the treasure. I fought my way back out of the maze and then we had a discussion with the rest of the team about treasure and ships. Then we decided to launch some fireworks.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was on dreamviews chat talking to Hukif and some other people. We have come to decision that dream control is possible in 'waking life' but only up to some percent of power. I launched AI War game and we have changed some stuff in it with dream control.

This lucid was extremely short (perhaps 20 seconds), a length that I'd normally consider a micro-lucid and not journal here. But it was so vivid and striking that it's really stuck with me. It's one of those dreams where you just remember every detail.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #73: On a Dark Rooftop

I'm pawing at hypnagogic imagery, and I sense that I can reach out with my hand to touch a solid floor. It works, and a dream scene takes shape. It's night and I'm crouched on the rooftop of a one-story house on the crest of a hill. I'm dressed in head-to-toe in black (yes, I admit, like a ninja ) and I feel silent, coordinated, and infinitely agile.

I look all around me. Suburban streets lie in every direction. There's a faint reddish glow on the horizon, and I sense some kind of threat or danger gathering in the distance.

In my head, I clearly hear the voice of an old man: "Even in these dark days, my people yet retain a shadow of their former glory."

His words fill me with an enormous sense of urgency -- I have work to do. A cold wind picks up. I prepare to leap to an adjacent rooftop, but the dream ends.

I work at DEILD for a while, but just can't get back in.

I tried something new last night when as I fell asleep I constantly repeated: "I will remember every detail of my dreams!" while it did not give me total recollection, I do believe it helped. I also started using my dsi as a dream journal, on an app called flipnote studios where you can write. The benefit of this is that I don't need to turn on a light. I remember at least two non-lucid dreams but with much more detail than usual.

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I was in a movie theatre with my cousin/best friend, Davis. I was showing off a curved knife* (that I have IWL) to nearby moviegoers who were surprisingly impressed for some reason. Instead of a movie, random trailers for low budget indie films were being projected. One of these was for a movie called "Warrior" about ninja and samouri working together, and it actually looked pretty cool. This inspired me to use the knife to cut a shuriken out of my coke can. Once I had it I was throwing it at the screen, but it would come back like a boomerang and stick into the (empty) chair next to me every time. Soon an announcer said, "Intermission time! Feel free to utilize the 'napping holes' provided for your convenience." (What.. 0-0)

At this time my cousin and I went for snacks I guess, because We were in a room with a vending machine. it was like those coke machines with the touch screen, but instead it had the choices red, green, and blue. I think it dispensed paint, because the walls were painted with random streaks of paint, and there were a few paintbrushes lying around. Davis pushed one of the buttons and suddenly there was a very large man who was getting angry at us. he was yelling and pointed at the machine. Davis walked out the door and I said, "Fine! I'll deal with this."

The man tried to punch me out with his large round fists, but I kept ducking under his blows. eventually I actually started laughing and (even though he was the one attacking me) told him, "Look, I am not bullying you. if you stop, I will leave you alone." He stopped, and I unselected the color that Davis had pushed and apologized. (at least I think I apologized) This made him happy and the dream faded.

*note: I had been looking at that knife before I went to bed. I actually wondered if I would dream about it

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I was in my room playing my Xbox360 with a Wii remote. Aparrently this was a bad thing to do because when my mom opened my door, I threw it on the floor and grabbed my Xbox controller. Mom came in and sat on my bed and asked me some stuff about video games (very unlike her) and then watched with interest as I played Halo 4. (Again, something she would never do) I also remember something about downloading a "cute" version of a cheap indie game I have.

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Fragment or maybe part of first dream: I am sitting on a fence, looking at a generic back yard. I have my dsi and I am drawing yard decorations on the dsi that are becoming real in the yard.