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A man's talking to a woman he's recently made immortal. She's very upset, talking about the moment when she'd thought she was about to die, and how she'd thought back on all these things in her life - her family, and the man she'd almost married. I see an image of that man lying in a pool of blood with her kneeling beside him - injured in the line of duty; he's a fed, she was a cop. He survived that. She's saying to the man who made her immortal that she doesn't expect him to be able to understand any of this - it's implied that she thinks of him as too inhuman. He's annoyed. He says to her, if she's so fixated on dying, go right ahead. If a year goes by and she's still feeling so "inconsistent," come tell him, and he'll kill her himself. He's entirely serious, but he believes that this won't be necessary - he believes that trying to make her focus on living will just drive her further into this self-destructive line of thought, but that if she spends time thoroughly thinking about death, she'll stop desiring it.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

The soprano from the other night, looking a little younger here, is sitting in a room with another woman, both of them dressed all in white with long white gloves. There's a mirror on the wall behind them. This other woman is standing up and singing, holding sheet music in her left hand - it's light popular music; she sings prettily but not professionally. The door to the hall opens, and a third young woman says, complaining, "Cora, it's almost dawn."

Dream 1

I was walking around with a guy for a while going from one place to another. But it was so long that I forgot the whole first part.We separated though when two dragons were released. I tried hiding in between the roof but still felt they were after me. So I ran out into a field where a old guy pointed a gun at me.

He told me I wouldn't be able to escape the gang without getting shot. But before he could shoot me a guy ran into him and stopped him. We were running when suddenly the scene started changing. There was a lady that was hurt and the guy who saved me was trying to comfort her saying he would defeat the boss.

Dream 2

I appeared in my room on my bed since i slept on my back. I was surprised at how vivid the scene was when suddenly something with black scales and feathers began to appear. It's eye's were bright green, it had black ash coming out of its mouth and I could feel a heavy feeling emanating out of it.

I thought this might be my guide Kiro because i was thinking about him before i entered the dream so I was happy but at the same time I felt unsure of what to think of it.It stared at me than said something I can't remember. But it wasn't really important. After it started changing into the form of a guy mixed with its monster like appearance it jumped on me and things got crazy.

The funny thing is that the dream setting kept getting unstable after a bit and I would appear somewhere else but the thing kept pulling me back into the room we were in. When the scene stopped changing and appeared to be stable the thing wasn't visible so I told it to give me it's hand. It gave me its hand but than I suddenly appeared at a school. I was calling for Kiro again and was looking for him in a crowd.

I than exited the place through a door and wound up on a beach with lots of people who were trying to escape a storm I think. When I went through a door that the people were trying to go to I found the thing there again. But I woke up.

Dream 3

I was at a beach and there was a girl trying to teach me how i should make a anime. As she was telling me I should make a funny anime with a monkey and pirate ship the scene began to play in front of me.

When it stopped I was walking through a street and noticed a lady entering a building. In the dream I wanted to leave my resume there so I went inside. But when I got inside I lost interest and just stared at the place that was changing into a apartment building.

I don't remember how but i somehow ended up in a big mansion and managed to find Kiro. We were playing around the place chasing one another, his friend and 3 anime looking animal characters that could talk. Than i found grapes and shared with them seedless purple and green grapes near the pool.

We than started chasing each other again and I saw a green color coming out of kiro's friend. He told me that I could use the colors coming out of him as a save point to reenter the dream whenever I wanted to.I told him okay and asked if he wanted to go somewhere else.

He said okay but when Kiro and I were going to leave the place one of the animals stopped us.Than a girl came up to us and asked if we wanted to play a game. We said okay and sat near a T.V that showed a box. She told us to guess the word than to click on the box.

I didn't guess though and just clicked on it to see what would happen. She was like "No! Did you even listen to what I said!?" I said sorry because i didn't listen but she said it was okay and that i got the word "shihashibakariha" or something like that. I was going to try again the right way but than woke up.

Coz all none of you asked, I thought I'd post two nights dreams that I missed out (now I have my notes in front of me)

28th Nov

Jumped on a lifeboat , it was full of lassies mainly. There was no sense of urgency though I was happy to be there. I think it then turned into a train or something stupid like that.

29th Nov

Looked at my eyes in the mirror, they were a very fetching purple colour (lucidity where are you???)

Walked down a path with my son towards a beach.

Went birding with one of my pals. We sat at the banks of a loch. An Osprey landed very close to us (3 or four feet) It was immaculate and had a tag around its neck. My pal read something from the tag but I forget.

Looking at a book with my father denoting the differences between American and Eurasian Bison.

In my sitting room. I put a DVD of 'Carry on Matron' on. I mind seeing Terry Scott with the tiniest head possible, and also a profile of Barbara Windsor looking far too attractive.

At my shop. A lassie came in saying she wanted to add something to her CV as she had been working for a wee while. My employee knew the lassie and thought she was awfy funny. I asked if she was the same age and she got annoyed 'NO- She's four years older - FOUR!!!'
I went to open the shop, and my employee was fiddling about with two tiny wee chairs.

There - that was well worth it!!

As I hoped, I had a great dream - as vivid as it gets (for me) and the only thing missing was the lucidity! I woke up a bit sad that it was over, and I missed my chance!

I was on some form of public transport with my employees. A new lassie had just started work apparently. I didn't get her name so we'll call her 'Rose'. She looked to be in her early twenties, maybe 5ft tall, very slim. She was sitting next to me and said ;
'You dinny want tae ken what the others say about ye...'
'Go on then' I said
'Well.... where is Seaton?'
'Near to Dundee' I said.
'Never heard of it'
'Next to the railway'
'Ah well, there'll be plenty of people there anyway'
I've not a clue what that all meant! Anyway, I stood up and looked out a window. We were passing a river and there was loads of Wildfowl. I called rose over and pointed out a Canada Goose amongst other species.
We ended up walking along a beach, there were various people fishing and they were catching strange bright orange beasties. I helped one guy get the hook out of its mouth and let it go.
Bit of a gap, but a lassie I ken from school (who is now a newsreader in real life) appeared (by sliding herself under something) I was happy to see her and said to Rose 'You'll ken her sister shes three years younger than you' I then said some things which I forget now, apart from the fact that they were meant to be witty, but neither of them were impressed.
A gap, and I was alone in a hotel room. I suddenly remembered that I had to meet another lassie on Wednesday for a secret assignation and I really couldn't be bothered. I didn't have her phone number and decided to contact her via facebook sometime. I the looked in the mirror.
Jings - my face was completely blue! - I looked again and my head had swollen to about four times its size. I remember my features however were probabaly even smaller than usual. Rather than being scared (or getting lucid - bah!!!) I was mildly concerned that my new friend Rose wouldn't like me anymore.
I noticed I was wearing a grey beanie , whipped it off my head and I got back to normal.
I then went looking for Rose. I walked into her room and her parents were there, along with an Indian lady and her daughter. They were busy in conversation so I left.
I was followed out by Rose's dad (who was tall, slim, short black hair, dressed in a black suit and was over the top handsome) He smacked me one across the face. I pushed him , he fell over and I decided (as is my wont in my deams apparently) to attempt to eat his face...
Bit of a gap. Rose was there with the two Indian people she said-
'These are my cousins - I know they look like they're from China....'
Which confused me somewhat.
Gap again- nut Rose was sitting there and I told her I tried to eat her dad - she started crying like a baby. Her dad was there, he said I was so useless I wouldn't even be able to make a meal for him. I pointed in his direction and said, VERY dramatically
'Aye, I will!! ....... Liver, onions, chips.........AND PEAS!!!' I shouted, no doubt for effect.
He said there was no point in talking about it as t would never happen
'I ken, its just a load of blethers' said I.
We then talked for a wee while about the rising costs of meat - I kid ye not.
Then I woke up!

2) I was dreaming that I better rewrite my last dream journal entry as I missed out on a lot of the wee details.

3) Walked into my Uncles shop. There was a strange device like a megaphone attached to the wall. My Uncle and his wife were there, they shook there heads. Up the back of the shop was wife. Sje was surrounded by dozens of shoes.

4) I was reading a wee book about kilts with one of my employees. It was called 'Your're going to wear a kilt' It was yellow with a 79p price sticker on the front. There were a bunch of guys nearby and one of them said I looked about 60.

Pleased with my dreams this time. I reckon I'll have a lucid very soon!!

Morning of December 2, 2014. Tuesday.



Once again, I travel back into “history”, though my Cubitis backyard becomes part of a fictional composite; this time there is an ocean that is mainly south and east instead of the backyard itself, though our house is still there, otherwise looking the same somehow. A high commercial concrete bridge seems to extend east of the carport (with highly ambiguous access plausibility), continuing easterly as far as the eye can see (taking on the implication of my recurring “eternity bridge” regarded in my note below*). I am with my wife Zsuzsanna. Our youngest son Oliver had been playing near the water at one point. It is almost as if we were originally going to go see the ocean (several miles away to the south at first) but instead, the ocean “came to us”.

(*Note: This more commercial bridge has something in common with an equally fictional wooden bridge in the exact same location and orientation from a childhood dream, where it was above a prehistoric swamp, which also seemed to be my backyard at one point though the overall setting was ambiguous as if bilocated.)

I am not sure where our son is at one point, but I do not think he is in any danger. I get the impression that he may be under the bridge on a sandbar. Several items are floating south on the ocean’s surface, each of which our son had been using but had abandoned. There is an inflatable raft, two empty green wheelie bins mostly submerged diagonally, a half-deflated inflatable mattress for a swimming pool, and at least two other items I do not recall. The items are far apart from each other.

Our view seems about thirty feet above the water at this point as I continue to gaze southerly. The floating items seem quite far away to the south as well as far below. I am annoyed at the prospect of having to go out and somehow bring all the items back, especially as they are drifting farther away. My perspective is quite skewed however, as it would be impossible for the view to seem that far away while still supposedly in range of our implied backyard.

In a short time from this point, my dream quite drastically changes the bridge area where I am standing and mostly enjoying the view from - into then being a low section where my wife and I are lying down on a regular mattress floating on the water but our mattress being somehow fixed in position to the rest of the bridge as if it was a part of it. I do not even seem to notice this rather extreme change in height or the silliness of the design. Looking at the water, which is very realistic, I am aware of the approaching shadow of a very large fish about two feet under the surface, which I take to be a shark and which slowly swims easterly, past us. There seem to be a few larger fish, one possibly a tuna, but I mostly see only one at a time. I tell my wife about the shark and move back from the edge in case it comes closer to the surface (but it does not).

I am eventually somewhat concerned for our son, but I seem to realize that he is probably not in the water at this point. Interestingly, I am eventually vaguely aware that I am creating the shark and the other shadowy submerged forms though I am not at all lucid. (This has often happened before, where I had a subtle awareness that I was creating my dream - even the eerie or threatening aspects - yet was not remotely lucid at any point - in a sense that I knew I was manifesting everything but did not actually know I was in a dream state and did not contemplate taking conscious control at any point. It sometimes seems more about “making a movie” or even avant-garde art.)

My wife is to my right, though beyond that side of our mattress is a far less defined environment, which I am not sure is water (the ocean continued northerly) or a half-wall of the old shed (which would occupy the space in reality). I have a vague concern about the shark going in that direction but sense some sort of “barrier”. There is nothing nightmarish about any emotions I hold, even though the perspective is quite vivid. I turn on my side and wake from my dream (in the same position implied in my dream) though I had not moved at all in reality.

I was in college attempting to work out some kind of scheduling mishap or something. There was a weird thing happening where next semesters classes overlapped with this semester and supposedly I had to attend the classes from both semesters for a few weeks until this semester ended.
I met one of my old science teachers from High School, and was very happy to see him. (He was one of them cool teacher who stays in touch with youth and makes class fun.) He was trying to help me get the scheduling worked out.
I think he was teaching a class, but it was being taught in this trailer/manufactured home that had been set up on campus. It was a chemistry class and the trailer/manufactured home had a hazmat feel to it. We had to wear gloves and goggles.
At one point, somebody was yelling and we ran outside. They said to get a good view, and I climbed up on this random wooden platform.
A huge meteor was entering the atmosphere. It looked as though it were arcing and not going to impact anywhere near us, but it actually started pulling up, following a reverse arc, and impacted about where my dorm was. (I was across campus) A second or two later a massive shockwave rolled through knocking down the wooden scaffolding and sending me flying. All the windows went out.
I got up, pushed a 2x4 off of me. No major injuries, my ears were ringing a little though.
"Woahhh!! Dude! That was sick! I've never seen anything like that!" A male DC yelled out. Somebody said that all the classes had to be cancelled because all of the windows were gone. I felt better about not having to do two semesters worth of classes in one semester.
I remember looking up in the sky and seeing several more meteors coming down on us.

I might write a ramble later today.

LUCID. WBTB/MILD/5AM

*I became lucid while standing in the hallway of my work place. I stayed calm as the scene fading into stability. To make the dream more grounded I focused on the colors of all the objects surrounding me. I woke up shortly after.

Morning of December 2, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to be involved in a required job at WWTI (now WWTC) rather than going to any actual classes (but which still seems relevant to my grades). However, the only people that seem familiar are old high school classmates (instead of former WWTI classmates), including Steve W. (Steve W probably represents an aspect of government in my later dreams, due to the fact I did poster art for his campaigns in middle school, though he appeared in dreams prior to that). There is one point where I look in from outside at the south end of the building and it seems to be some sort of auto mechanics class, but I do not go in and no one notices me. The room is rather messy, with various tools and pieces of metal lying about.

The room I am eventually in to work is supposedly the girl’s bathroom but is huge and also is a laundry area, apparently. No one else is around (other then the one mentioned later). There are at least two large sinks on the north wall with one modern washing machine between them. An old-fashioned washing machine (the kind with rollers) seems to be in disuse and is out into the middle area. Four enclosed bathroom stalls (doors starting about two feet up from the floor) line the east wall with the door to the right of them. There is another rectangular area that breaks off more to the north on that side so that the room is somewhat L-shaped.

I am feeling somewhat annoyed and do not know quite what to do or where to start. I accidentally knock aside two large stacks of towels (about three feet high) of various colors and patterns (which seem more suited for a residence than institutional), which partly fall out from the side of a torn plaid storage bag (the cheap kind we have several of in real life). I then have to spend time putting them back in order, which is difficult, as the bag is split and should probably be duct-taped.

From here, I try to get the modern washing machine to work, and of course, this being a dream (though I am not lucid) that is very unlikely. I attempt to plug in the cord to the outlet and fire shoots out several times (though there is something else plugged in next to the empty socket, perhaps a hairdryer). I then think of using the older washing machine but I do not think all the parts are working and it seems I have to remove debris from inside it anyway. There are also old boxes, carpentry tools, rolled up sections of wallpaper, and other miscellaneous junk in that part of the room.

Only one female (unknown), wearing blue jeans, comes in during this time and remains in the other section of the room. I do not see her face and I am not aware of when she leaves (though she is gone later). I remain aggravated about what I should wash and what I should leave as is. It seems most everything is washed and in order anyway so I am still wondering why I was sent here to work for about an hour or two. I notice the frayed wires on both cords and start to get more annoyed at the fire and buzzing shooting out of the outlets when I attempt to start working. This seems to be even more problematic, as I ponder what will happen when a particular machine is full of water.



In real life, I had been both a student (during two different years and courses - carpentry and machine tool) yet also a maintenance man and cleaner at WWTI (rather ironic, I suppose). My mother had an old-fashioned roller-type washing machine which I sometimes used on my own as a child. I had also worked in maintenance at a middle school, installing new showers and such. The storage bags actually do split easily in real life sometimes. Electrical outlets often do spit fire where I live (including all past addresses), which is apparently not a real issue and never triggers the safety switch (which only ever seems to randomly misfire - turning all our power off for no reason - which happened just recently).

I was in a field. Robots?

I was riding a jeep. Or a train. The wire of the train got tied to a tree. Someone took it out. A robot?

There was missile test. They used a real airplane and let it fly and... do acrobatics. The missile chased it but didn't reach it before the plane hit the ground. I told someone that they programmed it wrong. The missiles should intercept the plane, not follow its path.

I was in downtown Bacolod. I checked a store. There was second floor. Zumba or yoga?

Last night, I discovered a new technique, a form of DEILD, outlined in a book called "the phase", tried it and it worked!
After moving my phantom limbs, I freed myself and I was flying over a dark valley. I landed and remembering my intention, I materialized a ball of light suspending between my hands, grew it bigger (unfortunately while growing it, it lost its glow and seemed like and ordinary yellow toy-ball) and placed it on my aching left shoulder (to see if I get a cure in real life - I will find out in a few days a guess). Then I flew again for some time with no difficulty enjoying the night view over the fields and landed in a church, full with people attending a ceremony. Right after that, a huge UFO landed on top of the church and I lost lucidity going into a normal dream, that I do not remember as I record everything in the morning.

This is a short one, but I thought I would write about it.

The non-lucid part of the dream takes place in the world of The Walking Dead, where a character from the soap opera Coronation Street (UK members will be familiar with this) has to cut off a few of his fingers in exchange for something he wants.

Then I find myself trapped in a room full of heavy coats on racks. I get claustrophobic and wake up at 4am.

I go back to sleep ten minutes later after writing my dreams down, and I find myself dreaming about the Walking Dead again. This time, I'm in a long workshop of some kind,
working on something in a bench. Darryl is there, we chat, but I can't remember what about.

Then it gets weird when a group of very middle-class looking people start filing into the room with notepads, and sit behind us against the wall. They don't look like they have been trying to survive in a zombie apocalypse.

I turn to Darryl, and I say "This is a dream, isn't it?"

He confirms that it is. We both enthusiastically high-five each other before heading off in opposite directions.

I approach a couple of young women and engage them in conversation. They seem nice enough, but then I realize that I was supposed to do something, possibly a TOTM. but I completely forget what it was.

Then I woke up.

I was standing at the reception of a huge glass building somewhere around Liverpool Street. I remember talking to the girls at the reception and giving them some envelopes. There is B my GF's sister with me there. All of a sudden, everything started to shake. It must have been earthquake. Thinking that the building is all glass, I tell B that we have to get out of there. When we run outside there are hundreds of people there already. I see masses of people running towards and through a valley of corporate buildings.

Scene cut

I am in a room with B and K. For some reason, B is watching some videos of her. I look at it and it is a recording of her working out. She is doing some very advanced yoga, gymnastic handstands etc, in white tights. I find it to be pretty arousing, to the point that I get a hard on. I make some jokes about her and she starts fighting me playfully. She roll some on my back and sits on my legs fighting me. I am worried that she will see my hard on. At the same time I am hoping she will.

Scene cut

I am with K on the field in front of my secondary school in Czech. My brother's house is not standing there yet. It is some kind of weird game that we are playing. I have a feeling that it is like choosing houses that we would like to live in, but there are no houses. Instead, we go on the field and areas with wildly running water covered with dirt and cut grass. I notice more people there with us, they are our friends. We jump or fall in the water and the stream takes us some 30 meters down the field. Thats it.

Weird.

I was in middle school again, making my way to leave the entrance. As I am going down the hallway, one of the teacher ask me if I will be returning for the play that will be happening at 4:00PM. I said no and that I felt like staying home. I continue walking to the last entrance in till the actors for the scene approach me. They ask me to be apart of them. I told them I would, however I didn't want to screw it up if I don't remember all my lines. They all understood and one guy in a red clown costume with a music instrument said let's go and off they went. I turn around and open the double doors , while walking I notice I was in the middle school gym arena. I also realize a girl in a grey purple worded hoodie about 10 feet away from me. I decided to mind my own business and continue on walking in till I heard loud stomping coming closer. That's when her arms was around my neck and I tumble to the ground. I yelled what the hell to only see her gliding on the ground to kick my face.

I barely dodge it, and then some other students appeared. That's when she return to her normal behaviour. We all began walking in to huge building with colorful lights surrounding the area. I saw two guys debating who's knuckles were tougher as their fist hit one another. That's when one of them came to me and we both tested ours agaisnt one another. The crowd seem huge since there wasn't much room to walk around. Then a little girl in a light pink hoodie was comparing her height with mine. One kid says she's gotten a bit taller. That's when I woke up and decided to go back to sleep.

I appear in the rest room and notice quickly that the toilet was flip upside down. I turn it back in to it's correct position. But then I notice how repulsive the toilet seat look. I tried cleaning it but I began to realize there were dead insects smash on to the seat. That's when I left and enter father room. I spend some time in there in till everything went black again. A false awakening occured and I woke up on the bed with my father 5 feet away looking directly at me. I put my head down and was trying to think of something I did wrong. My father then said he was going to leave to help find a way to deal with his heart burn.

I look at him as he turn around and suddenly I begin to see that he bares my face on his head. I began saying that's not right. The DC quickly reverted to the way my body would look like. And afterwards claim that he simply grew more inches for a few seconds. I told him there can't be me two me's though. That's when I told him the DC I already knew I was dreaming. He seem disappointed, almost as if he got caught in a lie to avoid confessing in court. I ask him to check under the bed again as I remember being non-lucid while being interested in what's under it. I began walking and place my head under the bed to only see darkness coming out of it emiting from it.
I woke up. Lucidity Time: 13 seconds.

Flying helps me to stabilize lucidity. I don’t think this is the norm, from what I read, but it seems to work for me.

In this dream, I was walking in mine tunnel. There was ash floating in the air. I couldn’t figure out what it was from, so I asked a dream figure if they just blasted, and he looked at me in a confused way and said, “No.” The mine looked like a test or research facility, because there were labs built into the sides of the mine tunnel. The floor was paved. I then came to multi-level garage, built into a large cavern, with mezzanine floors, metal steps, and large cavernous areas. There was machining equipment, tools, and rigging everywhere. For no reason at all I became lucid. I was being followed. The lucid dream view suddenly faded, so I stopped, and focussed on the dream. Then the dream view came back, but it was very blurry. I ran full speed to the edge of the mezzanine rail and then leaped into the air ‘superman style’. The lucidity then came back crystal clear. I flew up slightly upwards into a large open area of the cavern, then circled around back over top of the mezzanine walkway, flying carefully, so as not to hit the riggings and equipment. I flew past two people that were following me. I recognized them, but I can’t remember who they were. They were walking along, talking to each other, and watching me fly. I flew past them and said, “Look, I’m flying!” Don’t ask me why I said that? It seems I return to my childish state every time I fly. I have to admit, I never get bored of doing that! Seconds after I flew past them, I got sucked back down into the mezzanine by some strange force, and then I woke up.

I have two objectives right now; the first is to say, “Happy Birthday!” to my mother inlaw, and the second, is to visit Dawn’s castle. Neither of which crossed my mind. Oh well, I’ll try again tonight, and not fly around saying, “Look at me!”

12-01-2014

Method used: none
it feels good to LD, especially since november lowered my monthly LD rate. Shooting pains in my back and below my shoulder blades have altered my sleep but nevertheless probably played in the coming of this RL. But I'm not sure that eating badly can be considered as a method of induction:-) especially since this was obviously not wanted. If I had known, I might have been more carfull, It would allow me a better sleep and a greater comfort. I also made some RC along this week and the last one at strategic times to induce a continuous reflection from the waking day into the night and the dreams.

I am in my mother's delivery. In this ND, this room is also my bedroom. Before this episode, my sister and I were in disagree with each other about something unimportant and we were looking for a solution through dialogue. This worries tacitly continues throughout the beginning of the RN. My mother joined my sister at the entrance of my so called "room".

My mother ask me to come and make coffee for my maternal grandmother came to visit us. IRL she died many years ago. In the dream, it is early in the morning and I woke up, so I have no excuse not to comply. Moreover, I also have a cup of coffee in hand, impossible to refuse them this favor.

This coffee turns into a cup of profiterole on which a little chocolate cream flows. I want to raise my mother's awareness about something. I do the thinking as well as her, at the same time. Profiteroles turn into a kind of sliding puzzle as the statement is emerging in my mind:

"Grandma came to visit us, but grandma died off for years, so it means ... that this is all a dream! I realise I'm in a dream. The environment suddenly change. I am in an unknown bedroom now. I turned my head to my mother supposed to be with me in this room, where was the entrance of the delivery.

But my mother is gone, in its place stands a wardrobe. I open the cabinet and find a series of shelves one above the other on which are placed a few scattered shirts ironed and neatly folded. I closed the closet and turn my look on the left. Now I can see a kind of commode, as high as the wardrobe, but provided with dozens and dozens of drawers.

Each of these drawer has small metal handles reminding me of old handset devices. I think it would be great if I remember it IRL, the others may find it fun ??? I look around to find the exit door, but the room has no door!

I keep cool. There's no door, but nevertheless there's a window, and it's largely sufficiante. This window is decorated with an impressive number of frames, each into others forming some sort of staircases, all of them in different materials and colors. In fact these frames are narrowing and reducing the window size as I clumsily try to pass through it.

At one point my waist is stucked in the last frame which is shutting down on my body. The upper part of my body is outside, it allow me to see that the supports outside the window follows the same construction scheme, staircase, but logically in extension rather than shrinking.

This situation have everything to frustrate me, but I decided not to get upset and take a deep breath. consequently the window immediately release me. So I sit on the edge outside. I watch the panorama. the colors and simple design of all of its component parts make this place look like a child's room but on another hand its theme and vastness make it also look like countryside. A giant child's room!

The sky is actually a huge blue ceiling that stretches to the horizon. There is an inscription in a corner of this ceiling. Is it a magic square or odd Noughts and Crosses game? I don't focus on this scribble with vaguely rectilinear outlines, it is too blury and I feel that forcing my concentration on it would mostly make me lose my lucidity.

According to my goal, I address my subconscious aloud. But as usual, I get muddled up on my phrasing. I remember my last attempt and I think it is absolutely out of question I wake up now and especially without putting a descent end to my quest.

Therefore, I rub my hands. I had so far done nothing to stabilize the RL. Now, that's better. "Unconscious, what does it take for me to do to get what I ask in my dream when I'm awake? "At least, this is approximately my question as I wanted to ask it, and as I think I asked it right (IRL oddly, I do not remember the exact words used.)

I'm satisfied. I asked exactly what I wanted to ask (it's what it seemed to me once I woke up.) furthermore, I have a very good insight and I feel that my RL will last a good time. Good! I asked the question, it remains for me to pick the answer up! I think it will come on the road, at some point in my lucid ride.

I jump from the window. I find myself face down in a gallery, a longitudinal space that look like a aisle in an antique store. In front of me, perhaps 65ft away from me is the mirror of a wardrobe or a psyche in which I can actually see me lying on my stomach on the floor. But something disturbs my vision.

That something appears at the beginning every two seconds between me and the mirror and finally fill all the view. These are female legs! I see calfs beneath a skirt which cut ends above the knee, the lady goes from right to left, a shelf to another, walking zigzag.

At the same time I hear more and more distinctly some music although it is actually two keys, always the same, D/A, played on an electric piano on a rhythm that recalls the ticking of a clock. This melody is as soothing as a children song. I focus on this melody which sound in return more and more distinct to my ears. Until... I wake up!