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I was having a non lucid dream at a school and started looking for a way out.
But the doors kept showing me walls so I kept running around until a DC grabbed me. I became lucid and it looked like Nelson Mandela mixed with another person. He started pulling me on the dirt ground next to a younger girl who was laughing. He asked her to look for a tombstone. I asked him if it was for him and he said no, it was for me...I started to panic and appeared on a bed in a room downstairs. Than creepy music from a very vivid dream I had months ago started playing. So I closed my eyes and started to bite my rubbery hand to try to wake up. I reappeared on the bed again and started biting it again and woke up.

After I was calm I went back to sleep and was having a non lucid dream. I was with a boy and he seemed like the perfect dream guide I wanted in my dream. We walked into a room downstairs and started talking and singing on the bed. But clones busted through the door and were annoying us. I knocked most of them out the door and locked it but they just opened it again. Suddenly the atmosphere started to change and it was darker. I was going to jump out a opening I saw in the window but the DC boy cried out to me to stop. I sighed and went up to him. It was time to face my fears...I walked into a hall where I saw my cousins and a old friend talking in a circle. Than out of no where a creepy girl spirit tried to scare me. I was going to run but I started to sing and dance to entertain her so the atmosphere can change into a good one. She seemed pleased and started to fade away. Than a lady from the olden days(Maybe during those monarch times)came up to me and said something. I turned to see a bright green hill with a clear blue sky and paintings on the sky of a rainbow,king and maybe angels.I flew to the setting and shouted out to the dream "What does this dream represent!?". The ground suddenly began to shake and a castle rose from the ground. There were people from the olden times running to hold onto the castle and maybe civil war guys running at us with guns in the sky. But there was one loud gust of smoke that shot into the air and out of it came a civil war or other type of old tiny soidger. I asked him what the dream represented again and he shouted in a loud voice "Prison!"Than they began to shoot the citizens and a lady pointed for one to shoot at me. He shot at me but it felt like nothing. I started to walk around and everything changed. It was like the ending to a movie. A random boy came up to a lady and asked what happened to the candy apples on the tree. The lady said it couldn't grow any anymore. Than the boy asked why not again and the lady shouted at him.I continued to observe the scenery and there were fruit roll ups shaped like tounges licking each other. The weird part is I could taste it and they tasted good. XD

Waiting in line for some cafeteria food at a university, I suspect I might be dreaming. I do a reality check by seeing if I can put my hand through the cinder block wall. I can! Now that I'm dreaming, I don't have to wait in line at all. I use telekinesis to pull fried chicken from across the room into my outstretched hand. Catching it, I put it on my plate as I hold my tray with my other hand.

Not that interested in food since I'm dreaming, I just sit down at one of the cafeteria tables, and run my hand through them like water. It feels really cool. After a bit of doing this, I look up and see none other than Chuck Norris sitting across from me. "Holy Sh!t, it's Chuck Norris!" I yell to get everyone's attention. I forget I'm dreaming as I assume everyone would appreciate being graced by Chuck Norris' company....

Very interesting colors and shapes swirl around as my whole experience for a bit. Then I decide to go to a class I hadn't attended in a while. Some sort of English class, I'm not really sure what it is about yet. But most of the term has passed, and I think it's a good time to check in and see what's going on. I walk into the classroom, filled with college kids, and am warmly greeted by the teacher. I'm flattered she is so nice, considering I haven't been to any of the classes until now.

I look for my seat, but get a strong urge to use the bathroom, so I step out for a brief break so I can focus better. I go down a hall, and see a stairway. Two people are in the stairway, discussing where the bathroom might be. They don't know, and neither do I. Instead of following them, I trust my intuition, and go a different route, pretty confident that they will also find a bathroom in time.

I try to go down another stairway, but run into a large group of people, all walking slowly, carrying their book bags and talking to one another. I make my way past them, turn down another hall, and see a urinal at the end. It is strange that there are no doors to the bathroom. It looks to be a room that the janitors must use for something. I go up to the urinal, and am surprised to see that it is actually a sink, with a faucet at the top, and a urinal basin for the bottom.

I don't want to pee in the sink! So I look around and spot a toilet right next to it. I set something valuable down on top of the urinal/sink, and relieve myself in the toilet, keeping careful watch down the hall in case someone comes this way. Two people turn the corner, so I stop peeing out of respect for their sensibilities, mostly relieved so I'm okay, and go to wash my hands. One of the people goes to use the toilet, and I worry about splash back on my item I put on the urinal, but try not to worry about it.

Suddenly, I'm misted by a blast of water spraying from some unseen source. Ah, this must be the hand washing water... I wash my hands in it, careful to let some water pass behind me and not to block the entire jet of water so the people behind me can have some too. But they are more annoyed that I'm washing my hands in that water than anything.

Alright, I better get back to class now. But I'm lost. I have no idea where I am. All I know is that my class room was on the second level of a massive bridge connecting two large buildings to one another. It must be B-Wing. I try to back track my steps and end up outside the building. I know I didn't go outside to get here, but it is sort of familiar, and I think I can get there this way just as well as the other way.

Walking around the building, I approach a large group of people just relaxing outside, laying in the sun, happily talking amongst themselves. There are a few builders taking a break on the hill, eating their food and enjoying the sun right next to the stairs up to B-Wing. I can nearly see my class room through the doors atop a few tall flights of outside stairs leading up to the bridge area. To my right is a goat with long blonde hair, and a rather human like face. She says hi to me, then starts talking to the builders. I'm not sure if this goat/woman speaks English, or if I can understand goat language really well. I am a goat whisperer after all.

No time to ponder that now, I'm late for class. So I walk past all this, shoot a quick smile at goat/lady, and approach the stairs. As soon as I take my first step on the stairs, I get that heavy leg thing. My legs feel like they each weigh 100 more pounds, plus like they're bungee corded to the ground, and are now unresponsive to usual motor control. It takes all my effort and focus to move just one foot up to the next step. There are many steps to go, so I use all my focus and concentration to consciously move my legs to get me up the steps in a timely fashion. My automatic movement part of the brain seems to have turned off for some reason, so all of the motion is now conscious motion.

It seems like it has taken so much time to climb the stairs that the class must surely have ended by now. But I push on anyway to prove to myself that I can overcome this obstacle, and also because the teacher might still be there so I can talk with her. Is it an English type of class?

/// I interpret this as I know the next steps to take in life, but they're hard. Although no matter how difficult they are to take, I can do it, and there's something important to be learned once I've taken these steps. Also, if I weren't so distracted by bathroom things, I could have learned what I needed to by now. Focus!

I am sitting alone in a big apartment complex, listening to the rain pitter patter on the roof. It's night time, and I'm not sure what to do really. I faintly hear a knocking outside, but it's not at my door. I consider ignoring it, but decide to see who it is, since it is raining outside, and someone might need some help.

I go outside, and around the building to the front side of it about 100 ft around the corner and see that it was my spiritual guide knocking at the door. I got the impression he was trying to offer me a ride. He is now just about at his car, and about to drive away. I run up to him before he leaves, and tell him that I'd like a ride.

Once I get in the car, my good friend from school is now the driver, and it is day time. We're on a snowy mountain road, driving faster than I would drive given the conditions. There is a narrow band of dry road that is totally safe, but on each side is a slippery mix of snow and ice. My friend turns a corner too sharply, dipping into the slippery area, and the car spins off the road. Now air born, we are falling toward an icy river that looks really unpleasant. I see a snow bank just below, and think how nice it would be if we landed there instead.

We do! The front of the car sinks deep into the snow bank, far enough that we have to use the rear doors to get out. As soon as we get out and climb away a little, the snow gives way, and the car falls into the icy water below. As soon as it splashes in, I see my spiritual guide again next to me, with his lower robes all wet like he had been playing in the water just now.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #242: The Return of the Rabbit

I’m riding in the back of a Suburban with several of my business partners. “PM” is the man behind the wheel and we’re driving slowly around a dirt loop, listening to the soundtrack from the video game that we’re working on. The music for our battle scene concludes and breaks into a slower section.

There’s a new part, a soft solo of a guitar-like stringed instrument that I’ve never heard before. It's beautiful! PM turns back to say, “I thought this part sounded fucking badass.” I enthusiastically agree that the new music sounds “all badass”. PM’s driving very erratically but not very concerned about it. I become semi-lucid, noting that this is probably a dream. I start laughing when he plows right over a stop sign and now I’m sure that this is a dream. PM is laughing too, and stops the car.

We all get out and there are several of the guys here, PM, “Leroy”, and probably “Z” as well as maybe more. I put my hand on PM’s upper back/shoulder and kind of massage it, wanting to stay really connected to the dream. “Hey man,” I say, “this is a lucid dream. This is the first time that you've been in one of these with me. I’m really happy you’re here!” I feel very happy to have these guys here with me and I enjoy the swell of positive emotions. I tell PM that I’ll do my best to remember the new parts of the song and that I wonder whether he’ll remember them too.

We walk down a dirt path through some trees and night falls quickly. We’re moving through an industrial area by the water and I think that I’d like to summon Dreamer. I look down to see that there are 4 shadows in the group. Must be me, PM, Leroy, and Z? I hold out my left hand, imagining that Dreamer will take hold of it. I feel something vaguely like a hand, then look down again to see a fifth shadow (in a dress!) holding onto my hand.

I look over and Dreamer is standing next to me! Her hair is blond rather than purple now and very short, the bangs bluntly chopped almost in the form of a bowl cut. She’s just wearing a shirt and some kind of pants, though, not a dress. We smile at each other. “Hey guys, this is…” and then attempt to introduce Dreamer several times. I’m mortified that twice in a row I completely goof her waking life name before finally getting it right. I feel awful about this, very embarrassed.

The guys continue ahead and Dreamer and I walk just behind, coming to an abandoned wharf. I recall that we had recent, very specific plans for this dream (to try to heal one another’s sniffles, ha ha…) I ask her whether she remembers and she replies, but I have a hard time understanding her. I move really close to Dreamer’s face, trying to understand her or read her lips or anything, but it’s not working. For a moment I wonder whether there was a kissing task, but no, that wasn’t it, maybe that was someone else’s lucid dare. (Correct, actually -- this was a dare that Dreamer completed a while back!) I quit focusing on her lips and on this mumbling problem, assuming that her speech will sort itself out if I just quit worrying about it.

As we walk further along the water, we talk about how nice it is to just stroll through the dreamworld. I tell her that I’m glad that we’re getting to hang out in such a stable dream and how relaxing this is. I feel peaceful and happy, which reminds me of the patronus task. I tell Dreamer that I want to try the patronus and she moves close to wrap me up in a hug. I extend my right arm and she places her left hand under my wrist, almost to support it. I tell her that I feel super happy in this dream and that I think the patronus is going to be easy! She enthusiastically agrees.



Immediately, pulses of blue energy pour out of my fingers and float to the ground in a big ball. And now scampering along the ground near our feet is my bunny patronus. “Oh, he is cute!” says Dreamer. As he hops around, the bunny turns from a blue, glowy patronus into a real bunny. He hops further along the wharf. Dreamer grabs my hand and pulls me along to follow him. We follow him for a while through an old, crumbling breezeway until the dream ends.

Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-05. Reading time: 2 min 38 sec.



I am in a big room on at least the fourth floor of a school building. There are at least four rows of small singular school desks, but there is otherwise no indication of a more defined classroom setting. The door to the room is in the front and to my left, and I am probably near the back of the classroom. My wife Zsuzsanna is there as well as a few unknown people, and we are adults with our current waking life appearance. It may be in Australia though looks like my fifth-grade homeroom classroom (though that was on the second floor and outside was to my left). The outer appearance of the building resembles a hospital in La Crosse. The room I am in is possibly the second room back from where there is a corner (that is oriented inward) that goes off to my right so that I can look out the window and see the other perpendicular outer wall and windows, which is closer to the street. The entrance is seemingly on my side of the inward corner of the L-shaped (or possibly T-shaped) building, and the area outside to my right is a parking lot.

After a short time, a scheduled flight occurs. It involves advertising Wonder Bread. I hear a small airplane engine and look to my right. The airplane, which is like a crop-duster type, flies too close to the building and its left wing is somehow hitting the eaves, making a tinny knocking sound while it seems to be “stuck,” though still slowly moving forward. The pilot flew too close in his daily routine around the building’s perimeter. Eventually, a sense of awe occurs with the realization that the pilot will not be able to make the ninety-degree turn when reaching the corner. However, instead of crashing into the other outer wall of the building, the airplane pauses in midair (though its flight was impossibly slow, somewhat like a helicopter hovering but moving ahead a short distance at a time) and it falls straight down in near the building’s assumed entrance.

Some people come in, and I talk about what had happened, describing the event in detail at least three times to different people. I ask if it was a Cessna and a young man tells me no, it was a “Mercola” something. The pilot had lived, and he is reported to have no injuries.

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For new readers or inexperienced dreamers: A school setting is typically autosymbolism triggered by the conscious self identity being incomplete while in the dream state. Attention to my right correlates with the subliminal awareness of sleeping on my left side. This dream has an unusual reference to doorway waking symbolism, relevant to the knocking sound, a door signifying a dream’s possible exit point. Roofs, ceilings, or eaves are indicators for being closer to consciousness. There is the result of vestibular system ambiguity, with associations with falling, flying, or rising. An airplane is often an imaginary extension of the physical body during the natural vestibular system ambiguity of REM sleep. In childhood, I called this kind of dream “failed flight waking symbolism.“ Use of the word “failed” does not imply a negative connotation as it is solely a biological dynamic of waking from REM sleep. The victim in this dream is the vestibular system simulacrum. The intersection layout (in this case as a building with a perpendicular outer wall) is autosymbolism that relays the choices (via RAS mediation) of remaining in the dream state, returning to dreamless sleep, or waking. The airplane falls rather than crashes due to my dream self’s subliminal awareness of the nature of vestibular system ambiguity. The Wonder Bread advertising stems from linking the word "bread” with “loaf” and the “wonder” of the dream state. “Loaf” is a play on being in bed. (“Mercola” may be a warning against cola, perhaps being a composite of “mercury” and “cola.”)

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.



My location is unknown (although it may be the southwest Cubitis bedroom). It seems to be late morning. My mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is sorting various items that normally would not be mixed together, including miscellaneous photographs, cutouts from magazines and newspapers (both mine and hers), documents featuring my affirmations, pages from my childhood dream journals (large loose leaf binder type), and letters. I have a dream within a dream and a false awakening back into my original dream. It involves getting an idea and attempting to make it work in my original dream.

I have a small bag of marbles that I think I can get to fly simply by putting a toy-helicopter-rotary-like piece (possibly made from wire or from a cheap toy helicopter) into the top when closed and then twisting it around and letting it go (similar to putting a rubber-band around two pencils or chopsticks and winding one around a few times so that they can spin or “dance”). The rotary is only about the size of the palm of my hand. I try it several times and it actually lifts and hovers for a very short time each time but eventually does not work and mostly seems a result of just flipping about from the surface of the bed and onto the floor. I then get the idea that it would work if the small bag was lighter, so I take out the marbles and fill it with fluff (pillow stuffing, I think). It goes a bit farther but still does not actually fly or result in the rotary “unwinding” (to cause it to “fly”) for more than a second or two.

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Sorting likely relates to mixed thought processes in the dream state. Marbles may come from the concept of “losing marbles” thereby relating to marbles as concrete thoughts (or logic). The helicopter association, especially the rotary, relates to conscious awareness itself and the nature of “return flight” (as the waking prompt), so my dream may simply be a metaphor for an attempt to gain lucidity in the dream state. I remove the marbles and replace them with pillow stuffing. This seems linked to replacing certain “concrete” conscious thoughts with potential dream features, probably to attempt re-induction (deeper into the dream state).

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Subliminal re-induction does seem to be the key factor here. My dream self is “experimenting with flight” in a typical non-lucid state and even utilizing an unrealized dream sign as such (the pillow stuffing and even the small bag, which is akin to a miniature pillowcase).

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-04. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



I am in Cubitis (not my home since 1978), but also aware of Zsuzsanna and our children living here, as well as my father (though I do not see him, and my dream self has no recall he died in 1979). It is a cloudy day.

Adjacent to the driveway (reaching east to west) on each side, from the carport to the highway, are grapevines along the ground (though they resemble a pumpkin plant with smaller leaves). Some sections are overgrown into the middle of the driveway. I pull the middle section, like pulling a rope, the vine about the diameter of a finger, and rearrange it so it goes into the north area of the front yard, almost into the neighbor’s orange grove. There seems to be an oak tree in one area instead of an orange tree and it looks like another part of a vine has grown onto and around the tree as well but I mostly focus on the driveway. I vividly consider how fortunate we will be when we are able to live off the grapes. I realize I am holding a large bunch of ripe grapes (and eat a few, the flavor very nice), but more may not be available for a few weeks.

Three areas have been overtaken by ants. One area is near the northwest corner of the carport. I watch with concern about the ants eating the grapes as they grow and ripen. I think using water will not stop the ants as their nest may be too deep. The water may not reach all the tunnels.

I consider blocking the openings to the anthills. I use a mix of glue and pieces of broken bricks and debris and it seems it may eventually work. Some ants get onto my hands.

Meanwhile, a huge pale grasshopper (as long as my forearm) is slowly emerging from the ground near the carport’s northwest corner.

I talk to Zsuzsanna about stopping the ants and about the big grasshopper, in a less-vivid offset dream.

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It is crucial to understand the causal factors of dreams (for clarity of mind and gaining the potential for dream state modulation) without the hearsay of habitually pretending waking-life symbolism and propagating misconceptions.

The vines represent my instinctual awareness of the lack of mind-body correlation while sleeping, particularly with the arms, as my last dream of this sleep cycle notes this dream. The causal factor of both was that my arm was in an uncomfortable position, with pins and needles (from lack of blood flow).

The ants represent pins and needles in my hand while sleeping.

The grasshopper emerging from the ground correlates with coming up out of sleep with anticipatory sleep myoclonus (as a grasshopper “kicks” and jumps).

The vines are near and over the driveway because it was a path I often walked in waking life to go to the end of it to wait for the school bus, signifying again that walking or mobility is not possible while sleeping.

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



In my final dream of this morning, I am in bed in the same location, orientation, and time as it is in reality in the early morning. Zsuzsanna wants a glass of water, and one appears in my hand without me getting out of bed (implying telekinesis). She says it tastes bitter.

I think the bitterness may be from when I was trying to block the ants from coming out of the ground in another dreaming experience this sleep cycle (as if this dream implies another dream was real, but with no recall of more dreaming experiences). I think the pheromones from the ants may have gotten into the water from my hands. However, that is not consistent, as my other dream took place in Cubitis in America, and this one takes place in our present home in Australia (though that discrepancy does not affect my dream self’s recall).

At this point, a snake seems to be in our bed on my right at first. It resembles a coral snake and seems to come from just under my shoulder. Soon, it is gone as if it was not there in the first place. I think I was probably incorrectly perceiving my arm to be a snake as discernibility is lost even though my dream was vivid otherwise.

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I typically summon water (virtual melatonin) to sustain and vivify a dream, but in this case, its bitterness is because of my need to wake due to my arm being in an uncomfortable position.

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False Awakening, Lucid

.../I woke up in our current apartment, when I have some issues with one of my teeth. It's moving and after I while it falls out. I think it's bad because of it's one of the front side. I look for a mirror to see how bad is it looking. I don't see much difference. It's not that bad after all I think. It looks like a candy mint. I'm sitting on my bed thinking perhaps it was better to happen when I feel another tooth moving. I remember it uses to be a dreamsign! The first thing I do, look fot the tattoo. It's completely distorted this time, no need for more questions. It's wonderful, the place looks so real. It's around noon. I start spitting the pieces of teeth I have in my mouth when I remember it's a useless thing to do, because it never ends. I stop doing it, it's hard because of the amount of pieces there and I try to remember some lucid goal while start to take a walk in the apartment. I see our shoes on the floor, when it comes to my mind PercyLucid's dare! I find the perfect pair of shoes for this task, my beloved shoes from the old days. I take them and go to the balcony to look for my wife to ask her to help me. I know she's there because of it's summer like dreamscape and she uses to study there during those days. She's there, I give her the shoes and ask her to help me to put them on. She looks to me very tender. I sit on the chair, and she put my first shoe on. It's a little bit difficult to put, but finally I have it nicely adjusted to my right foot. Now the another one, I see some laces are inside of it, but I don't care. The same, it takes a little until I have it perfectly adjusted to my foot. I realize there's a stereo recorder on a table and some music is playing in the background. I recall the good feelings of the old days, and I'm very happy to see her again in a dream this way. I give her a sweet kiss before I go inside the apartment to remember some other task to do. The music sounds great! I turn the volume up with my mind. The music is wonderful! I feel very happy, when I get into the apartment, trying to remember some other task. No other idea comes to my mind but the feeling of how much I love her. I stand up, and want to give her a warm hug thinking to myself I do love her. When I turn to get back, she gets upset into the apartment, saying something about our neighbor is going to rise our bill for electricity consume for this month because of the music. I get upset with that guy, thinking to myself for who the hell thinks he is to bother her. I see him on the next house working on his hanging garden. Then I turn to see to the front of our house, there's a huge park. I want to go there/...

* Unfortunately the alarm clock goes off and I have little time to take some notes which I take the opportunity to post in the Lucid Dares thread. The riff is still playing in my head. I make some voice recording to catch it. I went to work hearing it for a while.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a building doing some sort of computer test that involved two computers. I then had to go somewhere in the house I grew up in to get something. I was walking towards the bonus room when I saw my room was very dark. Inside of it, on my bed, was a huge, red bull, a humanoid bull. He was glowing red. It was like he was a demon or Satan. I was quite scared by this and quickly went past my room and into the bonus room. I don't remember what I needed in there, but as I was heading out, I dreaded passing my room. I could now see a red glow inside my room. I looked in further, and saw that the bull was holding onto the leg of a lifesized doll of...me. It kept repeating him pulling and her resisting, like animatronics. The doll's face looked terrified. I was terrified.

I then had an FA in my bed at our apartment. I was towards the middle of the bed, and I couldn't see my husband. Where was he?? I was still terrified from that dream.
"Dallas?" I said. I then saw him. Phew. But still, something didn't seem right. I think there was a cat there on the bed with me, standing very close, but it wasn't my current kitty. I realized I was having an FA and tried to wake myself up for real.

I then really woke up and saw my husband next to me. I wondered if I had talked in my sleep and said his name.

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I was watching home videos that my mom had taken years ago. There was some weird intro with my mom showing all her shoes nicely put away in her closet. She was talking over it. It looked really good, actually, almost professional. Then there was a clip of me as a toddler sitting on the floor. I said something to the camera, though I don't remember what. I realized Dallas was there with me watching this, and I was not wanting him to see all my embarrassing home videos. -_-;

Then it was showing a play that my cousin Ben was in. It was supposed to be before I was born, I believe, though I was thinking about the ages of everyone in the play; they appeared to be in high school, which, IWL doesn't add up to their ages now, but I didn't think too much more about it. I somehow decided that it was right. Anyway, my cousin was a main character. The play looked to be set in the 1800s or so. My cousin was playing an older gentleman. He was in his house. There was another older man there as well who spent the play convincing him to collect and store a lot of this white powdery substance that was in bags. Throughout the play, you didn't know what the substance was. I assumed it was cocaine. Towards the end, though, it turned out to be some kind of peroxide chemical powder, "sodium peroxide" is what it was called. All these crates and bags were in the man's living area. The man wouldn't sell it or do anything with it like the other man wanted him to, so he took it all outside and blew it up, which is not what the other man wanted him to do.

Then, the blow up site was my room in the house I grew up in. My bed was in the place it was when we first moved there, and had the tie-dye bedspread I had when I was 10 or 11. I had covered the crates, which were on the bed and scattered throughout the room, with some kind of fluid so they'd burn better. I then was having second thoughts about blowing the room up, but it was too late; the crates were ignited. Someone else, another girl, was there with me, and I was frantically trying to find something to put out the flames with. I thought about grabbing the hose from underneath the cabinet in the bathroom (no such hose IWL), but remembered that water to a chemical fire was only going to fuel it. I noticed that my bedspread was starting to burn. The other girl was just standing at the bathroom sink, being no help. It was kind of like work for some reason. I didn't know how to put out the fire.

I recall being in an old music store, where they sold a lot of records and cassette tapes. But they still sold new, up to date music, just in old formats. Supposedly the most popular artist this store has come kind of deal with is this black man with dreadlocks and these big sunglasses. They have posters of his album covers and concerts all over the store, and a whole rack of different records and remix tracks along the back wall.
The person at the counter, a massive hulk of a man, in both width and height, with a tattoo of a dragon running down each arm, invites me to listen to this artist's latest track. He says if I want to buy it, I can get a music player and the new album for only $20. I start listening to the track. Very much along the lines of this.

I love this kind of music. I can see why it would be popular in my dream world.

I am driving somewhere, and I get lost. I pull over by the side of this river in an open meadow/park area. I call my mom on my cell phone and ask for directions, but what she says to me makes no sense. There was a lot more to this dream, but I really can't remember it. It's not like the dream was thrillingly interesting or anything.

I am having a dream about the TV show Jonny Test (I hate this show with a passion; why the heck am I dreaming about it?! ) Anyways the main characters are trying to build a giant robot out of their house.
One of my old cartoon characters entered the dream and I went semi lucid. They started fighting the house robot with their powers. There was also some really funny line one of my characters said, but I can't recall what it was.

I was semi lucid creating this dream about my childhood. I was living in a different subdivision, one with much smaller houses than mine. In the dream, I was much younger, 8 perhaps. Manei is there, and she is younger too. I think we were chasing one another around with water guns. I think Marcus was there as well, as a young man.

From the Lucid Dares thread:

...Meanwhile I undertook further vain attempts at lucid dying last night..

Seems I have a wet patch! No innuendo this time, but I got lucid, sort of, three times last night. First time I let myself be fooled into thinking, it wasn't a dream after all, second time woke me up almost immediately - but I was prepared for the third time.
And for killing myself.

It started with a scene, that should have creeped me out, but didn't. There was something like a woodpecker-toy high on my shelf - not sure, if you know what I mean - a wooden bird on a spring and when you bend it back, it starts hacking away at the base it's mounted on.
It was the size of a dove, though, and started hacking all on it's own, like in a poltergeist movie, where toys turn vicious. But I was just curious and took a look. That was a hint at surreality already, I must have levitated to get that close a look. Suddenly it started hacking away at an angle and left the base and then I did find it a little creepy. But the insight that this really should be a dream came quite fast. And this time I did an RC, not just scanning about for inconsistencies like the first time. Yepp - lucid. First of all I looked out of the window into the night and summoned my lightning storm - worked great, but again it was a silent one. Same as back then with my meteors, completely silent impacts. I read somewhere that it might be a natural security measure not to dream acoustical uproar which could drown out dangerous real life noises and one won't wake up. Makes sense.

Anyway - out the window I flew and in high hopes for disaster.
I did something which I never tried before - rolling on my back in mid-air and hovering there as if supported by an invisible cloud. There was lightning going on directly over me - but the bolts didn't come down. I only saw flickering light-points, where they seemed to start touching down, but they never did. Shame, I didn't think of Hukif's lovely galaxy dare then. It could have worked from there - I felt a bit like lying on my back on the floor of a planetarium gone mad in overdrive - watching stars dance about hectically. Quite beautiful, but also non-lethal to my dismay.

So I thought - okay - falling wasn't meant to be my cause of death, but lets at least try something.
And I just dropped. I wasn't afraid, because I went down still looking into the sky and didn't see the ground rushing up at me. Yeah - but it also didn't really work - I landed spread-eagled but without any pain and sort of softly. I felt a bit of impact, but that sure as anything was no suicide. And I wasn't a cat, either.
I'm going to keep at it, though! I really, really want to get hit, dammit!

I guess, I'll soon deserve a badge for most prolific lucid lightning produceress, if I go on like this - need to count how many times I tried it already...

Nicely enough I had a bit of dreaming time left even after that, but I didn't try for dares any more then. No clue what graced my night with three opportunities; it would be more productive, informative, if I could say I had worked on it, or took something - but nope - out of the blue.

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Second time of my life to get lucid several times in one night - first time was four short LDs during the comp, while I did daytime work and was regularly and rather extensively journalling.
First instant from last night wasn't really lucidity - it was me suspecting, and strongly, that I was dreaming by noticing inconsistencies, like not being able to look out of a window. The view was just exactly like my optical problems in lucids, which are thankfully getting less bad and less common lately. But I was silly enough to really concentrate on the view instead of RCing and when it finally fell into place I concluded it wasn't a dream after all.
As said above - the second one was lucidity but I woke up directly after the insight.


Plus - I identified a new dream-sign: coloured pencils!
Last night it was the fourth time I'm aware of that such a thing appeared completely out of context. I was walking along in a park, and found one lying on the ground. High quality looking and a beautiful dark red - so I snatched it up and took it with me to the amusement of my company.
"You really can't resist collecting trash, now can you?"
Ignorance I say to this - there are treasures to be found in trash more often than one might suspect!

1. I was inside of a mall with my family. Everything looked pretty close to the mall I go to in real life. As we were walking, I saw a store that I wanted to go into. We all went into this store, and I looked around. I found all sorts of toys and legos, and even plush toys. I remember picking up a set of legos and bringing them to the counter, along with a few other items.
As the cashier was scanning the items, I saw that my lego set was 100$. I felt that that was too much for a set of legos, so I decided that I was going to put them back, especially since the total bill amounted to 301 dollars. My dad insisted that I get them anyway, because the money didn't matter. I still didn't feel like making my parents pay that much money for legos though. I remember looking away for a second and when I turned back to grab my legos they had turned into some kind of small Elmo plush toy.
Eventually we left the store, and when we did so, we exited into a parking lot. It was as though the entire store teleported outside somewhere and was no longer in the mall. Both of my parent's vehicles were outside; my dad's truck, and my mom's sports car. I wanted to ride with my dad home but he reminded me that I had to go somewhere, so I had to go with my mom. I walked over to my mom's car and as I did so, my sister got out and went with my dad. I felt jealous(lol wow I'm almost never jealous) that she got to ride in the truck and I didn't.

2. I was inside of my house, in my restroom. I remember looking into the bathroom mirror and inside of my mouth. My entire top row of teeth were cut down to half of their normal length and looked sharp. I had just gotten a surgery done in this dream, so it didn't seem unusual. I had a white retainer type of thing that I had to put over my teeth to protect them until my mouth healed.
When I put this retainer type thing on, I noticed that my teeth looked really unclean and were covered in saliva and food(it was nasty) and I felt the immediate urge to brush my teeth.

3. I was at the gym.

8.20
I brazenly walk into a power station - DS (well Ed's version of a power station...all large dark spaces - DS) A women at the entrance looks suspiciously at me but I brazenly carry it off and I'm gone like the grey old shadow that I am in my dreams.

I flit from area to area through a maze of pipes (which, if I had only become lucid, probably didn't even connect to each other) I dodge workers (DS)... even the 2 who are conducting some sort of obscure data-gathering exercise within inches of me.

I lay perfectly still in the gloom as one works literally alongside me, apparently unaware of my existence like you get in corny TV adventure progs...early Dr Who episodes were notoriously bad at that (the actors must have had tunnel-vision.) I enjoyed this dream.

So...I instruct my brain that any workplace or fellow-workers are dreams signs "because I'm old and I simply don't work anymore...it's ridiculous"...and how does my brain interpret that? It sends me into such places covertly I'm undercover so it's alright to be there.

It may just be my foxy old grey matter but I clearly have to choose my words carefully because, like Oscar Pistorius's defence council it latches onto any loophole in my instructions...anything to avoid triggering the magic words "its a dream" Of course it might just be that I'm currently as aware as a lump of granite.

I'm already cautious about the sheer volume of night-time instructions...keep it simple...now keep it unambiguous...boy do I need some little sweeteners. I was researching Ayahuasca (which is apparently an "MAO inhibitor" what wouldn't the Americans have given for that at the height of the Cold War?) Don't think I'll bother with that...the last things I need are inhibitions.

Avanti!