Lucid Time!

I had a full beard/mustache. I was trying to shave it off with my electric razor. (Strange cause IWL, despite being 19, I hardly have more than a few stray hairs on my face.)


Something to do with the boardwalk behind my subdivision. I was exploring it. Everything was overgrown, however. There were huge fern/palm trees growing. The creek (normally polluted and full of garbage) was running crystal clear. It was very foggy and somewhat dark. I also remember being very hot and being partially lucid. I think I was flying around.


I was at college. I had wanted to take this girl out to lunch after she told me about how here scholarship stopped paying her and now all of her money was going into paying for her classes and she couldn't afford her meal plan anymore.

I got distracted though. There was some kind of drawing competition where you would trace around a person and then texture their body. You were rated on the creativity of how you textured the body. I remember that my group was upset because I hadn't been there for the competition.

They had traced around the girl that I was supposed to be taking out to lunch, but the legs were very out of proportion and very small. The texture they had chosen for her body was fish scales. She then got very angry with all of us for drawing her with fish scales.

The RA came and told her that it was just an art project and was supposed to be fun, but she lost it.

There was something to do with the bottom floor of our dorm being converted to an art supply store.

There was also a complex plot about the girl that I was supposed to take to lunch. I think that her scholarship was made void by her controlling boyfriend, who was able to pull strings in order to keep this girl with him out of need, even though she would have broken up with him long ago...

I think I need to hit the autosuggestion notebook and set some proper dream goals before tonight. I think that the reason for my sludgy recall and lack of lucidity might be lack of organization and clarity. It's basically a put-good-in, get-good-out kind of thing. If I organize my thoughts in my autosuggestion notebook, then becoming lucid, recalling dreams and accomplishing goals should be much easier.

While I'm writing side notes, last week, I started a daily journal on my computer. I've heard quite a few dreamers recommend this for dream recall and clarity. So far, I have only noticed a slight improvement.

I like to use the daily journal to also track things that I would normally not track in my dream journal, but can still pertain to lucid dreaming, such as my bedtime and daily activities.

I am at thie old health club that I used to go to as a child. I am swimming in the pool. For some reason, I notice that all of the drains in the bottom of the pool can be easily removed. I start picking them up, and putting them back to see how many of them are loose like this I plan on reporting this to the lifeguard or the pool maintenance crew later..
I then come across one in a very deep part of the pool. This one is the only one that is actually screwed down, but for some reason I end up unscrewing it with a dime or something. The lifegaurd came and asked me why I was unscrewing the drain cover. I told him it was because I was checking to see how many of them were broken, and I was going to tell the maintenance people later.
He told me to screw the drain back in and he would go tell the maintenance people, and that I wasn't in any trouble.

I recall some dream about my English class. The classroom is much nicer; we are all sitting at this big long table and there is this huge glass window that overlooks the college. We are discussing an essay project we are working on. (I can't remember if it was the same essay we were working on IWL.)
Many of the students are complaining that the essay project is way too hard. I am one of the few students to say that I actually thought it was easy. The funny part is while we are having this class discussion our professor is sitting at the and end of the long table, eating a pizza.
Our class discussion gets sidetracked when we notice that there is broccoli imbedded in the pizza.
"Is that a broccoli pizza?!" one of the students exclaims.
"Yes, it is. It's healthier than regular pizza!" the teacher replies.
"I've heard about those! I've always wanted to try one!" a third student says.
...
The dream about the English class somehow tied into a dream about me transferring to another college. I was sitting in the back of my parents' van. They are talking on and on about how transferring to a different college doesn't mean that I have any less responsibility or anything.
This new college that I will be attending will be across the country, in the downtown area of a big city. I recall us arriving. The entire campus is built into one huge stone building.

More dream music while waking up. This time it was this really odd drum beat with a wizzy synth sound playing overtop

Chowderland
I've had dreams about this type of thing before, but this was the most in-depth one yet.
I had just purchased and installed this game on my computer called Chowderland. It was kind of like Garry's mod and The Sims put together. The game had a very open-ended simulation aspect and users were encouraged to use mods, cheats and other such things to produce these hilarious episodes.
I start up the game on my laptop, and wonder at how my laptop can even run this vastly powerful game. It starts up and I see 'Chowderland' on my screen in bright cartoony purple letters.
The game then loads your info from social media sites and makes your characters' life just like your life in real life. So it creates my character and then drops him into the world.
I actually wind up in a rather odd setting. I am in a clearing in the woods partially filled with a large meadow, and a dirt parking lot. There are no cars or anything, and it the weather is overcast. The first thing I decide to do is customize my character.
I open up the menu, and see all of this information such as how hungry he is and how much sleep I've had. All of the bars are full when you start out. I then open the customizations menu and begin changing things.
I want to make my character look like my dream-self rather than my waking life self. I think that later on I can meet other lucid dreamers in the game. I change the hair to a darker color and add the goggles. But I can't figure out how to make the bicolored eyes. I knew it was possible as I had 'remembered' seeing a video of another player doing it, So I just settled with both eyes being blue.
I then decide it would be really cool to make the game just like a lucid dream. I think about how it could be practice for when I lucid dream, so I decide to make NPCs for my two regular dream characters. I manage to create and add them with relative ease, and set them as 'followers' so they will always follow me around wherever I go in the game world.
At this point my dad came into the room and asked me why I had been on the computer for so long. I told him that I was playing this new game called 'Chowderland'. He then said that he wanted to join me, so he sat down on his computer and signed in to my world. I then noticed that there were about a dozen people in the world. All of them were my family members. It felt a little bit awkward having them in the world, so I decided to change the environment.
I opened up a list of environments. The first one I traveled to was an alpine mountain region with a lake.
...
I stayed at this region for some time, but cannot recall what I did here. I recall at the end, the Manei and Marcus NPCs had become tutorials and were trying to show me a survival aspect to the game, where you can turn off the cheats and play the game somewhat like Minecraft where you have to hunt for resources and build a shelter.
I then recall changing the environment to a tiny island with no trees, only beaches and then the center had a bunch of wildflowers.
I recall looking through a catologe of environments you could explore. There were literally hundreds of them. Some of them had special tags.
Shortly after, I changed the environment to the surface of Mars. I opened up the menu and decided to build something. I began building the steel structure of a house.
...
I recall exploring someone elses' world. The NPCs that I had created were nowhere to be found. For some reason the graphical quality of the game had gone down considerably. Their world was built in a jungle and had all of these huge white concrete buildings. There was a big ledge running through the middle of their base with a small ramp running up it. I was trying to get up the ramp but my character wouldn't respond properly and I kept on falling off of the ramp and losing health.

Somehow, Chowderland had become a kind of like a cooperative SimCity where each of your friends would manage a different aspect of your city.
The leader of the city wanted me to build an elevated rail system and had already researched the maximum level of elevated rail technology in the game. This gave you the power to build railways in all six directions; to the train could go right up the side of a building or straight down or something. Also, the rails could float and didn't need to be supported by anything.
This was probably a good thing because the city I was working on them with was HUGE. There were these massive skyscrapers on every block, with small narrow streets in-between.
I couldn't think what to do, so I began placing stations instead and figured I would find a way to connect them later. I found that immediately after placing a station, I already had 700 passengers waiting. This jumped to 1300. Then 2000. I started building to connect this to my main station that was a small building with a lot of space around it in an empty lot. But I got kicked off of the server for being too slow at building.

I am sitting in my kitchen. I have just heated up a ton of leftover pizza and begin eating like I had never eaten before. Now in RL I have a weak stomach and usually by my third slice, I'm about ready to barf. But in the dream I was able to just keep going and going.
My mom came in and asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was trying to feed some zombie form that I had. And triggering the form came by eating a ton of food. Once in the form, for a limited time I became extremely strong and was able to regenerate from any wounds that I got.
I recalled being in my zombie form before. I engaged in a battle atop a moving train with several armed personnel. They fired dozens of bullets at me but all of the wounds regenerated. I then charged after them and dispatched them accordingly.

[Partially Lucid]

I am walking through the woods. It is a deep, hilly woods with tall trees that have lost their leaves. Sun rays are filtering through the treetops.
I then come across Manei arguing with who I can only assume was her mother. I can't recall what they were arguing about. I just walked past the two of them. I didn't even recall recognizing her until later. I continue past them and go up a large hill. I sit down on a fallen tree, and continue to watch them. I can still barely see the two of them through the branches.
Then the two of them follow me and come up to the fallen log and sit on either side of me. I ask them what the fight was about. They reply but I cannot recall what their reply was. I end up telling the two of them that they shouldn't fight, and should just enjoy the beauty of the woods.

The dream starts off non-lucid, and it is just a projection. We watch as a group composed of all child laborers are working to build a log dam in a mountainous area. They are actually led by a child and they are attempting to dam. None of the children seem to be complaining about the difficulty of the labor, even though some of them are as young as maybe six.
When they were finally finished they did just that. The child who was leading them shouted into the air and everyone ran and dove into the lake. There were hundreds of children in the lake, all different ages and nationalities. It was also nighttime while this was happening, but a beautiful full moon illuminated the scene.
-Dream Skips-
Manei (Gonna take getting used to on that name, already shortened it.) and I are riding in the back of my grandfather's car. We are still in the mountainous are where the kids built their lake. It feels like a national park or something. Lucidity hits me like a sack of bricks. I look at her and for some reason think to ask her about her nationality. Ever since she began appearing in my dreams she's always had tan skin and dark hair.
She replies saying that for all practical intents and purposes, she is just native american. She then goes on to talk to me about how she is working on an ongoing project to perfect her physical form in my dreams.
I then ask her why sometimes she appears like she did last time, an old woman, or a man or anything else.
She replies that sometimes she just feels like slacking off.
Then, we both just burst out laughing. (It's funny because I slack of a lot too.)
I lose some lucidity. My grandfather stops the car and we get out and begin walking through the woods. Manei begins talking about how the chase scene from a movie was filmed on the trail that we are walking. In the chase, the hero gets chased by a huge mountain lion that continually rams into trees. Eventually the lion is so confused and disoriented from hitting its head so many times that it gives up on the chase.
I wake up.

Okay, so I'm with my mom. We're at this strange place that is something like a rock quarry only while we are there we gain the power to control plants and cause them to grow.
So there was sort of a long chunk of time where absolutely nothing interesting happened. We filled up the rock quarry area with various forests and gardens. She asked me to check on her car at one point. I'm gonna skip to the good stuff.
So we are walking around. The quarry area is not thoroughly filled with plants and forests and we come across something that we do not recall adding. A dark forest. All of the trees look dead, and there are skulls lanterns hanging from the trees. Dark clouds linger over the woods.
My mom stands at the edge of the woods and asks why somebody would make something like this. I told her that we came through here and filled this area with pines not too long ago. At this moment two feelings came over me simultaneously. One of them waslucidity. The other was the feeling that there was some evil presence encroaching upon us.

I told my mom that this was a dream, and that I felt something evil approaching. She ran off, leaving me. I stared into the skull woods for a few seconds and could feel fear sweeping over me. All of the skulls begin to rotate to look at me. I feel like I had better change the scene.
Dream spinning. I close my eyes and hold out my arms. I open them and now the skull woods is surrounding me. Skulls are looking at me from all sides. The evil presence is more powerful as well. I attempt to dream spin a second time, and this time I do it for several seconds until I feel carpet on my feet that I suppose were bare.
I am now in a hotel hallway. Something still feels off. A few of the lights are flickering, though the hallway looks to be a part of a fairly upscale hotel. The room in front of me has a glass window going from floor to ceiling. I knock, expecting my guide to come, and I see a toddler approaching the door. I open it and kneel down and talk to the toddler.
"Hey little buddy..."
I notice the toddler's eyes look off. They look more like those of a doll than an actual baby.
"Where are your parents?"
The toddler takes out a large knife and smiles at me. For some peculiar reason, even though I was lucid, I did not think to confront this nightmare. Aw man, I'm going for two.

I shut the door, lock it and rocket down the hall in flight. I turn right two times and then stop. I knock on a door that is to my left and hope and wonder as to what I will find. Hopefully not another psycho baby. Upon knocking on the door it nudges open. I look inside and the room appears empty. There is a large blanket-covered bump in one of the beds.
I make my way in, and the blanket covered bump comes open to reveal a man, probably in his 30's with black hair and a thin beard. He rolls over to reveal two bare-chested females, one blonde and one brunette, who... well I don't know they don't look very attractive, neither of them. They look to have almost exactly the same body.
The man rolls over. He looks somewhat annoyed at first and asks what I am doing. I tell him that I had just escaped a skull forest and a psycho baby. He reacts about how you would expect. I then asked if I could join in whatever 'fun' he oh so obviously was having here. He told me I could.
Naked TOTM time, and perfect setup. I throw off all of my clothes. The brunette recoils in terror. The blonde looks more confident, and she smiles at me. I don't know what they saw, I didn't look down. I kneel down and look at the blonde. I tell her that I've been waiting to try lucid sex with someone for a long time. She then gets confused wondering what 'lucid sex' means, but looks to brush past it. I look off to the ceiling for a second hoping that I won't make a mess in the bed.
Probably not, these girls aren't very attractive, and I'm probably not going to get that into it.
Then, a knock on the door.
The man grunts. "I'll get it." I put my pants back on. The man gets out of bed, and I realize that one of his hands is missing. He asks me to help me fit his broken robot hand. I attempt to aide him, but a broken robot hand is a broken robot hand, and all the fingers are missing. Whatever. He plugs it into a port on the end of his arm, puts on boxer shorts and we go to the door. There is nobody, just a couple sticks of dynamite attached to a remote detonator with blue duct tape.
The man screams some curses. He runs out into the hall and looks down at it. Confused, as if he is waiting for me to tell him what to do. One of the girls yells "Just kick it down the hall." He does but the duct tape sticks to his foot. He falls over and his head goes through the wall. He screams. I then shut the door and the competition and the explosive out. .
Now then, ladies, where were we?
I wake up.

Probably should have laid down some stabilization at some point. Would have had a little more warning for that...

Two men are making their way through a rural area on foot with few supplies. It feels like Minecraft and both of the men are wearing turquoise shirts and indigo pants. One man is slightly brawnier and clearly not very bright. The other man looks somewhat less fit but appears to be very smart.
The two are being tracked by a woman wearing a red tank, cargo pants top and a grey baseball cap. The men eventually stop by a river to rest. They do not know that they are being tracked. The woman sees them about a quarter of a mile downstream. It was at this point I learned she was attempting to kill them. She pulled a bow from her backpack and left her supplies by the side of the river. She then proceeded to dive underwater and swim to the men, somehow holding her breath for way longer than was normally possible.
Even though the water was murky, a red top does not make for the best camouflage and the men spotted her moments before she broke through the surface and fired on them. She missed. Both men grabbed big sticks and readied them like javelins.
They negotiated with the woman and decided to work together to survive. They returned to the woman's pack only to find someone had stolen it.

I am at high school (reality check, dangit! High school is over!) and I beat up some kid who was picking on me. I thought I was going to get in trouble, but everyone, including the school staff seemed happy for me.
I then went to class. In the middle of class, S and C come in and want me to come see something going on in the hall.

A very interesting collection of dreams and fragments from last night.

Fragment: Music:
No crazy electronic music this time. Just a soft piano piece that I caught for a few seconds.

Fragment: School
I am at my old middle school. This large man approaches the school pulling a wheel barrow. He tells me that he is my ride home and I get in. A few of the kids from the middle school make fun of me for riding home in such an odd way. One of my old friends from middle school is in there and we begin catching up.

Fragment: Solar System
I am getting a guided tour of a solar system, certainly not our own. Whoever is guiding me shows me that it is a triple star system. There is one star and two smaller stars orbit it in a 1:2 resonance. Outward from that is a small rocky planet, a larger rocky planet, and then a orangeish brown gas planet, something like jupiter.

Art with C:
I am in what feels like the basement of my house. C is showing me some drawings she made after she attempted to have a shared dreaming experience with me and what she encountered in her dreams. I cannot recall all of the drawings, but I do know that one of them that was supposed to be of me and looked very strange. I had horse legs (not like a centaur with four, I only had two horse legs) and the upper part of my body was wearing what looked like the Danny phantom costume. I had really long hair that went down to my hips that had been made into dreadlocks.
Upon seeing it, I crack up. She laughs with me saying that the dream was not very stable.
She continues going through her drawings. I see drawings of some of my other recurring dream characters. These look much more accurate.

The Anteater in the Woods
This is the only dream really worth reading about here...
I cannot recall what happened beforehand, but I did know that lots did happen before I came to this part of the dream. I am walking around the shore surrounding a large lake. There are some sand dunes and rivers running into the lake, as well as boardwalks to walk across.
I am walking around, climbing over the sand dunes when a peculiar creature approaches me. It looks like an anteater or a hairy elephant. Walks on four legs with a stout chubby body. Has a long trunk with a single opening on the end that it can use to grasp objects. And two big white eyes with no pupils. Finally it has long brown fur, making it look similar to say chewbacca. What an interesting creature... I've never seen something like this in my dreams before.
As the creature approaches, I am frightened. I get pinned by a steep wall of tree roots and sand. I close my eyes and get ready for the worst only to find that the creature merely wanted to smell me. After several seconds I lower my guard and just allow the creature to study me. I look into his eyes and I could only assume that he was looking back.
The creature turned and left. As he walked away he began talking.
"Bah, you're not who I was looking for! Your claws should be ten times as sharp!"
I follow the creature.
"Wait what are you talking about?!"
The creature paused.
"If you want to know more, go to the woods in Calyot. And what your looking for, 'New York' is spelled backwards!"
kroywen...?
Anyways, the dream carried on rather normally from there. A storm started to blow in and I tired to find shelter amongst the sand dunes. Some of the boardwalks got washed away by the rising lake levels. I woke up a few minutes after meeting the anteater.

I am with my parents at some coastal/island location that feels like Puerto Rico, where my family vacations every spring. We go to this water/theme park that has nobody operating it. But we are allowed to turn the rides on and off ourselves. I activate this swing/spinner thing and get on without strapping myself in. And wouldn't you know it, I fly off a hundred feet in the air and begin falling toward the ground.
But the funny thing was, I didn't fear the ground, I embraced it. I knew that I was just so screwed that there was no purpose in even fighting it. It felt like I hit the ground and splattered like a big bug, but at the same time, I regenerated in a new location.
I was now in some subdivision type place, and there was beautiful golden sunlight streaming through the trees.
"Is this... Heaven? It's not as impressive as I thought."
A few moments later I become fully lucid. I briefly stabilize and begin exploring the subdivision. It has a feeling like my cousins' sub. Large trees and single-floor homes.
I encounter a group of dream characters. 5 children and a mother. I think back to the dream goals for this month, to ask a dream character for their middle name. I singled one kid out of the group. He had the face of the bully from my school and I thought about attacking him. No, this DC is not ill-willed. Let's show him around the dreamworld.
So I asked him his first name. I can't recall it, but I know it wasn't anything phenomenal or interesting. I then asked him for a middle name. He thought for a second then told me.
"Paulson"
Okay, I asked the boy to follow me, telling him that I wanted to get somebody else. I decide to manifest my dream guide. I find a house across the street. I tell msyelf that she is living in that house.
I knock on the door and much older woman/ obviously not her comes to the door. Thinking quickly, I ask her if Manei (my dream guide is home.) She tells me that she was getting ready and just needs a minute. About ten seconds later, she joins up and we're ready to go.
We begin walking down a road, out of the subdivision. There are huge oak trees planted at increments on either side. I for some ridiculous reason decide to talk to this dream character as if I am his dream guide. I can't recall what I said, word for word, but I'll paraphrase it best I can.
"Welcome to my world, my dream. This is not heaven, nor your home, it is simply a reality that I create."
"So you're like god?"
"Yes. Any combination of sensory experiences that I desire to manifest can happen given enough effort and practice."
"Look can we get out of the road?! There's cars coming!"
I look down the road we are walking on. About a half-mile down there are a couple cars.
"Not any more" (Holds out arms) "Because this is no longer a road for cars." I grabbed hold of the sides of the road and made it narrow to a point, where the road became grass, but left an open path on the forest floor where it had once been. We continued walking, gradually transitioning from pavement to grass.
"This kid still doesn't seem convinced to me." I through the canopy above us and try to imagine the clouds growing into storm clouds.
I get back into my dream guide voice.
"In ten seconds, it will start raining."
It was at this point that I completely lost focus on the instructing the dream character (why was I even doing that?) and just counted down from ten to see if it would actually start raining. I made it to one and nothing happened. I heard a roll of thunder.
By the count of 15, It was a downpour. And it was a good thing my dream guide was there to pick up my slack. She began talking to this kid for me. I woke up a few moments later.

These are dreams from the past couple days. Because getting on the internet is a pain right now, I wrote what I could recall in here.

Too Many Cats
I come home and I see that there are six cats in the living room. I see that there are even more cats all through the house. I run into my mom who says that she has decided to become a cat hoarder.

Publisher

In WL, I recently wrote an autobiography cataloging everything that happened to me up until the end of high school. It contained many personal things that I never wanted other people to see.
My parents had just sent this off to a publisher and collected a large check, about $1500 on the counter. There was also a bill showing that they had spent the money on expensive wines.
Okay, I don't care less about what they spent the money on, but the autobiography I wrote contained a lot of personal information, and it should not have been published. I get very angry and trash my own home.

Cosmic Forest Fire

Now onto the good stuff. I am flying through space, getting some guided tour of the galaxy from what I have been noticing more and more, the "presence" in my dreams. It flies me past a large blue star that is surrounded by this disc of gas and dust. The star looks beautiful and very realistic.
We fly past that to another white star. And (enter dream logic) the star is shaped like a skull rather than just a ball. This was a really interesting and strange sight. There is also a large disc of white clouds around it. The presence flies me toward the clouds and deposits me on them.
As it turns out, I am in a very strange, interesting world. The skull-shaped star is the source of heat and light and the entire ring of gas and dust is the world. Most of it is white, and the white gas turns out to be snow when you actually get closer to it.
I was cold, so I tried to make a fire with some spare wood laying around. There were actually small clusters of pine trees all around. I got a fire started, god help me how. But the fire quickly spread and started burning down all of the trees.
The presence took me out of that location and left me at my house. My parents were there and they were scolding me for starting a cosmic forest fire. After a minute, I started to realize how absolutely ridiculous the situation was. I didn't make it to full-fledged lucidity before I woke up.

Car Chase
Me and two friends are chasing a large truck through a city. We are driving a black corvette. I try to open the door and jump from the corvette onto the truck, but the truck turns away down a side street at the last minute.
I get lucid at somepoint after that, but the dream falls into chaos. I am in some large red cave looking through a satchel full of weapons. I then walk around on stilts in an attempt to fly. I feel like there was much more to this than I can recall right now.

My recall has been pretty bad, but I can remember that I was in another hunger games type situation where everyone was trying to kill me. What made it different from the hunger games was that we had teams.
The battlefield was a corn field with trees all along it. There was a road though the middle that had a few more trees along the edge.
Everyone on my team had gotten killed, other than me. A bunch of other people were dead, too. I started looking for good weapons, because most of what people had were small knives or hand-crafted spears. Eventually, I found two small war axes and some body armor.
I decided to dual wield the axes, and I was now one of the most powerful people fighting. I remember killing a few more people. Then this black woman who looked like one of my mother's friends came into the arena and told me that she was the mother of one of my teammates, and that she was really mad at me for letting her child get killed so that I could get the axes. She punished me by running over my laptop computer with a golf cart.

I used to have an aunt and uncle that lived in a sparse neighborhood near the edge of our town. But they moved to Alabama when I was about 8. This dream supposedly involved them.

My parents told me they were taking me to see a new garbage dump that they had put in where my aunt and uncle used to live. We drove along this country road. It was summertime and the forest was green and lush. We finally arrived at their neighborhood and got out of the car. I was with my parents and some other girl I didn't know.
I got out and started wading in a pond.
"It's a shame isn't it. Ever since they put in the new garbage dump, this pond is polluted and the fish are dying."
I looked into the water, and I could see the sandy bottom and fish swirling around.
We waded along the shoreline until we came to a clearing in the woods.
The stranger girl beat me there. For some reason, she looked very hazy. All I could make out was that she had black hair.
The ground showed evidence of a heavy vehicle, and there was a rather small hill. Supposedly, it was the garbage dump, but it was quite small. Perhaps four feet high, and ten feet at the base. If there was garbage, they covered it over with dirt.
The stranger-girl I was now alone with kept talking about the garbage dump. I just sort of sat there quietly so that she could let her thoughts out. She seemed so sad.