Dreamlog

Silverlight:
I have a false-awakening at the previous house I was renting [1a].
Out of habit I do a nose-RC and I become lucid.
I noticed that my vision was dark, so I start trying to stabilize the dream.
I recall that I memorized "EV" as an acronym to help me remember what to do.
From the edge of my memory: Engage. Verbalize. EV.
So, I start rubbing my bare hands and feet against the carpet and walls, saying "I'm rubbing the carpet, this is a dream."
"I'm rubbing the walls, this is a dream."
"I'm rubbing the carpet, this is a dream."
Fortunately for me, my vision comes back. It worked [2].
I go out into the living room and I see my lost passed away Grandma M walking by.
I don't engage with her, but we do make eye-contact. I remark to myself how strange lucid dreaming is.
Stabilization continues, like I'm a weirdo rubbing and chanting.
I start trying to remember what my goals are. I recall that one of them is to "will text into something specific."
So I start looking for text somewhere in the house.
I find an odd clock-like structure on the wall with painted calligraphy words on it instead of numbers.
I look at it, and the words are nonsense to begin with.
I pick a random one, look away, think about the word "ass", wait a moment, and then look back.
It has changed into another nonsense word.
I try the same process again, and this time it works. I see "ass" in fancy light blue calligraphy lettering on the clock [3].
Check. What else should I do? Eating is worth points I think?
I go to the kitchen looking for food. I find the fridge, but there is a couch partially blocking the door. My brother is sitting on the couch.
I force the fridge door open anyway, knocking away the couch [4].
I find a plastic container with some strawberries in it.
I think that maybe it will be cold and hurt my teeth, but I eat it anyway [5].
It tastes like nothing, not even cold. To be fair, I wasn't really focusing on it, so maybe that is why?
Goals? What were they?
...
I false awaken, but I catch it with a nose-RC. [1b]
Back to it. EV.
There's a brief scene with some naughtiness in the bedroom and living room, but I will leave out the details.
I proceed back to the living room area, and this time I see my long passed away Grandpa R.
I wave and say hello, and he vaguely acknowledges me, looking up and waving his hand [6].
I have a few more cycles of false awakenings, but I eventually remember that one of my goals is to travel to Silverlight (location mentioned by a DC in another LD).
I remember the fridge from earlier and decide that it will be my doorway.
I think about a forest on the other side of the door and open it.
No luck.
I try again, and this time it is definitely a fridge inside, but there is a purplish glow at the back.
I decide that, this time, I'm not taking no for an answer.
I run into the fridge, contorting my body to fit. Super cramped.
I push through, forcing a dream transition.
The next thing I know, I'm trapped, feeling claustrophobic, floating in water.
I can see daylight leaking through the gaps in the door hinge.
Fighting for my life, I smash my way out and get on top of the fridge.
Looking around, I'm in a river in a forest clearing during the day. Mission accomplished [7].
There is a medieval looking army camp straight ahead.
I see goblins and humans are in some sort of battle.
I notice that as I look around, there is a symphonic film soundtrack playing in the background.
It evokes a sense of wonder that matches and amplifies what I am feeling perfectly.
I notice on my left, there are some Aztec-looking aged steps going up. The were large, about 8 foot high and 10 foot wide per step.
I fly over there to get a closer look as the daylight begins to fade [8].
The steps are large enough that I need to fly a bit to get over them.
I reach the top and realize this is a defensive-sniper position.
Without speaking, I think about how I imagined that Silverlight should have had white trees.
There is a man there in military gear. Eyes are covered in shadow, facepaint lines under them.
He responds, as if I had spoken, "Maybe it is called Silverlight because the trees light up at night."
The music, which is still playing, swells in response to this statement. It sounds similar to "The Other Promise" from Kingdom Hearts II.
The swell sounds specifically like 0:50 from this video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9XljBWGrRQ
Kingdom Hearts II: The Other Promise.

https://media.discordapp.net/attachm...80&height=1320
AI Art: Overlooking Silverlight.

As the music swells, the daylight fades completely and all the trees light up as if they have white/yellow Christmas lights on them.
The sight of the lit trees from up above and hearing the music in time with them might be the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced in a lucid dream.
I wake up.

[1ab] Catch a False Awakening x 2.
[2] Reality Check / Stabilization.
[3] Personal Goal: Will text into something specific.
[4] Super Strength.
[5] Eat/Drink Something.
[6] Interact with a Dream Character.
[7] Personal Goal: Travel to Silverlight / Teleport.
[8] Fly.

The Bulldog:

I'm sitting on a patio chair looking out to a sunrise. I'm high up, a few stories above the ground.
The patio is made of large wood pieces, similar in style to Frontier Land from Disneyland. Within the lore of the dream, we had just built it (my Dad, sister, and I).
I looked at my left hand and noticed that it had three fingers, and I looked at my right. It had four.
I become lucid. The very next thought is that I want to learn more about my dreamworld, to serve me better later.
So I decide to keep looking at my hands. They keep changing in finger count wildly, not fast or as if morphing, more like my brain kept trying to convince me that they had 'always been' said count.
It was more like my perception was in flux than the actual visuals. Tough to describe.
This activity doubles down on the fact that I truly am dreaming.

I decide to get up and look around. I see a man down below in a pool, he's singing on a platform in the middle.
Also, across the way there is another man singing. I listen to them for a while, but I can't recall the tune now.
I noticed a bulldog down by my heel. I feel a massively comforting presence. I don't recognize this dog but I feel the comfort anyway.
He is wearing some sort of skin(or should I say fur) tight dog-shirt.
I remember that I should be stabilizing the dream, so I run my hands across the wood railing a bit.
I notice that the patio is missing some pieces, and get concerned about the stability of the structure.
I decide to go the the side of the house, and once I turn the corner, it represents the side of the house I'm living in now.

The bull-dog is sitting in front of the gate that leads to the front yard. I go up to him and start to pet him.
"Are you a bulldog?" I ask.
"Yes, I am!" the bulldog replied with a British accent.
"Can you tell more more about you so that I can find you in my world?" I ask.
"Ohhh you shouldn't do that...because I have...my issue." the bulldog replies ominously.
I notice he is drooling a bit.
"Well, what is the issue?"
"I....tend to wet the bed." the bulldog admits with some shame in his voice.
I start to comfort the bulldog, but then I begin to lose lucidity.
Instead, I start telling the bulldog a story of a recurring dream. It's about not making finals for marching band back in high-school.
I try to recall the name of the girl who was our drum major who broke the news, but I can't remember her name (just her face).
This isn't actually a recurring dream.
An Asian girl appears behind him as if in response to the story, but she doesn't resemble anybody from it.
At this point I seem to get my bearings, and I start to narrate what has happened up to now, to the bulldog.

"So I've spent a lot of time in this dream letting things flow on their own, observing, doing RCs, keeping it low-key. Do you think it is OK if I try some dream control now?" I ask the bulldog.
"Yes, that seems reasonable." the bulldog replies matter of factly.
I walk forward and open the gate leading to the front yard.
It's night-time over here.
I remember that I want to try the teleport-sprint from another dream, so I position myself on the street with plenty of runway space in front of me.
But there is a festival happening on the street. Lots of people. This prevents me from having space.
I get the impression that the dream characters are not fans of what I am about to try, slightly hostile.
They don't stop me when I went to find a new position, but one guy did bump me as I passed.
I don't visualize a particular place. I break out into a sprint with the night-road in front of me and close my eyes.
I feel my body shake, similar to the first time having a WILD transition. Feels like going through a wormhole.
When I open my eyes, I see blackness. I assume I have woken up.
...
I'm back on the patio with the sunrise, but this time I think I am awake.
"Wow! What a cool lucid dream, I'd better go record it before I forget!" I think to myself.
I enter the house through a doorwall and go to a computer.
This home does not resemble one I have lived in.
The computer has three or four monitors all setup, and looks super cool.
Dream-me has a program setup that will record my dreams as audio, and then auto-tune them.
So I narrate the previous dream as it happened in its entirety.
I mess up the recording so I have to start and stop a few times.
As I recorded it, the computer generated an animated movie, with the audio, as a musical.
The graphics resembled Final Fantasy VII: Remake's.
I'm invested in making the video good.
...
I'm back in my actual bed. My girlfriend is by me, and so is a dog. It may have been a german-shepherd.
Strangely, my sister is at the foot of the bed.
We're awake because we are concerned that there is an intruder in the house.
I felt safe, because the dog would be able to alert us if there was a problem.
My girlfriend tells me I should give my sister the larger pillow, and I tell her that she is already asleep so there is no point.
I reflect that the dog with us is not giving me an allergic reaction, so maybe I can have a dog after all.
...
I'm back at my childhood home, and I'm talking about the intruder with my Dad.
I look at the thermostat, and it reads '60 degrees'. I think it is low, but my Dad tells me that this is how it has to be.
I look over to the living room and see my Mom playing a video game. She's losing so she calls me over to help and I do.