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Past few mornings (since my last lucid), I have woken up remembering an unimportant but interesting dream, but haven't written them down. Now all I have is remembrances of the feelings. They've mostly been pretty basic; more happy than sad, but with a definite sense of needing to get things done or meet people, or what have you. Zukin was in two of them at least. I don't remember what we were doing in the dreams, but it was probably our usual shenanigans.

Hoping to have a nice nap in a moment and have time tomorrow morning to write my dreams down before I am left with these dream-shell remembrances!

NON LUCID
*I was in standing along with alot of other people in this huge room as this lady gave a phrase and we had to guest who or what that phrase is referring to. One of the phrase was a country song that every single person in the room loved, people of all types and backgrounds that you can think of. I thought, "I am missing something here". What planet do I live on?, I thought. I went and sat in the corner because I felt like in out cast.

​12/4/14 <snip earlier NLDs> Counting one LD for tonight though two lucid experiences of some kind plus one semi lucid to lucid one. During the first one was having trouble getting to sleep after WBTB and at some point (mark green for uncertainty of what this was, green normally used by me for semi-lucids) I felt like I was in my dream body and that there was a unusually good replication of snoring. I do a glottal RC since this feels like I'm dreaming that I'm in bed and I don't want to risk waking myself up. The RC shows that I'm asleep. I stay patient and there are announcements with an echo exactly like you would hear a train station . One of them said "Charlotte" and another one said "extension 4210." There was a lot of talking over this speaker system. I tried to visualize a train pulling up since this all seemed like an experience in the void and I seem to get one in a rather wispy way, not solid enough. I consider whether or not it could just be HH's but it felt like I was fully asleep and my glottal RC indicated that I was nowhere near awake and gave the result I expect when I'm asleep and dreaming. It feels like I'm both in this train station and in bed with my dream body though and I I try to roll out of bed but couldn't move and decided to wait a little bit longer and the audio continued. I wonder if this could be NREM. I sense again what feels like my dream body and it feels like I'm successful moving my dream hand a little bit so I try to roll out of bed again but then either wake up or have a false awakening. I'm quite sure it was a real awakening though with the noise I heard from my wife getting ready. Whatever that was I wanted to have a regular REM lucid but I probably should have just floated there in the emptiness for a while longer. I'm in my house walking around when I walk into a bathroom and there is a woman I don't recognize and I instantly realize that I'm dreaming and I decide too have some fun with her and she is agreeable to take off her top and has nice breasts. I did want a little different looking woman and when I look back up at the mirror she is a different woman thinner and more attractive in the face with smaller breasts. This woman takes a little more convincing to become naughty but eventually she agrees to remove her top which should have stayed off right? She replaced the DC standing in the same exact spot just before that had her top off. I enjoy her for a little while and decide to imagine the third woman and she also materializes but this is when it gets a little blurry or foggy and eventually leads to a convincing false awakening where I'm rushing to get out of the house I am late or close to being late. I'm gathering my gym bag and there is some stuff in there that somehow I forgot to wash. My wife and my son are here but for some reason my son is taking my car and I have to take the truck. My wife comes up and says there's a construction vehicle that says your vehicle is in the way and it looks like they're going to tow it. I know that I parked it in a legal
spot and just because they're doing some work doesn't give them the right to tow my car so I go out there and I see the truck again and I wonder why again am I driving the truck and how am I even starting it...it is having mechanical problems? There's another vehicle pulling out from a neighboring parking spot heading towards the truck slowly. I know that the other car is not going to hit it but he does and pushes my vehicle and there is a mischievous look on the driver's face. As he gets to the other side of me and parks I noticed a baby carrier from his car and it is empty and this is the part that is semi lucid to fully lucid because I decided that this must be a dream and I'm going to pick up the baby carrier and use it to rough up this idiotic DC and I take number of swings before waking up. 242

12/3/14 <snip> Wake 5:15 very tired, game last night. To bed 11:50pm.
Old neighborhood put two new blocks the streets look oddly vacant newer and lit up strangely in the daytime perhaps the way light looks when you have sunny rain. I'm with my father and apparently we bought a house on this block and I'm going down to check it out I get down to the end of the block and I've gone too far according to the numbers which are confusing but in hindsight may have been unusual and not in order as normal. a neighbor has a big screen TV outside their porch dark house. For some reason I'm avoiding detection by the neighbor perhaps it's not our house yet? I go to open the door and it is unlocked and I'm able to go in this is when I notice how extremely dark it is in there. (Memory gap or very odd transition) When leaving it is like I'm at an open house and other people are looking at the house and they asked for directions back to the freeway. I pull out my phone and the first application doesn't do a good job of pulling up the map
so pull up Google Maps and I accidentally click on part of the map that's back near my current day home which delays me finding the information they need but then eventually I reset the map to current location and have a hard time determining my current location it keeps moving on the map but eventually settles but the person already gave up and I guess figured they would find their way back to the freeway. I follow out as well. I pass this big open area with lots of displays including a miniature display it said miniature people go here as if someone set it up each time. I go further down the sidewalk and see the group of people that were asking for directions and they are stopped talking and blocking the sidewalk it occurs to me to fly over them and that's when I fully realized I was dreaming. The scene is not unlike a festival scene with DC's everywhere. I fly low over the crowds of people looking around enjoying myself but I realize the dream feels
a little unstable and I start to think about how I can keep it going and I decide to land and walk on the ground and it seems to stabilize a little but I should have taken it further and grab some grass or rub my hands because I didn't get to walk around very long before I felt myself back in bed and a little too uncomfortable to drop back in. 241

12/1/14 Did much more pre-bed in bed. Some insomnia but early LD before 355am wbtb. The earliest that I remember being lucid I am looking at a bright scene way down below and decide to fly there. Perhaps induced by "if I were lucid I would!" It takes longer to get there than expected and I just decide this is the place at an empty clearing in the woods. I decide there will be many women in the area I'm about to land. Next thing I remember I am in a #church #parkingLot showing off how far I can throw stones while lucid. We can hear my stone splash down in the pond that is way up there. Seem to lose lucidity as I explore the parking lot and find it really dark when following source of many people in the lot...the church exit. Later I show 2 people my device that shoots energy bursts and finally get it to work as the 2 drive off...I had to hold down the button longer. I'm on a motorcycle and losing track of them at an exit I don't know if they turned right at High Street or if they turned left to turn around on freeway. I miss the light and am revving on edge as two #police approach from my right and look at me like suspect I'm about to run red light then say "I can't believe that" later realizing they were talking about the street artist who is gambling in the street. He is known for painting feathery creatures in the street and may be Native American. 240

Tonight or last night? Remember eating a lot of things in dream and thinking how that was unusual for me.

Weird clown-like guy that was pulling a prank this involves him pretending to stab himself and splashing blood all over the wall. Not scary but weird.

11/29/14 Setting up audio/video equipment just like last night IWL.
No strong dreams to "meditate" on so I use SSILD 2nd night in a row. In hindsight, the previous night's was a rather typical realization for a DILD using SSILD. Tonight it seems that I was at the very beginning of the dream and realizing I am dreaming. There is a beautiful overlook down to a nighttime view of a city that I don't recognize. There is a wooden fence blocking part of the view and I float up and hang my arms over the fence to get a better view when the visuals start fading. I start chewing on the fence and have a little trouble with it but before long feel myself uncomfortable in bed needing to change position but optimistic about reentering a dream lucid but got sidetracked with waking activities so no worries. 239

Actually back to SSILD for all of these nights except the early LD on 12/1.

There's a woman being haunted by phantom images of a man who'd once hurt her in reality. (The dream reality, that is - no IRL-based characters here.) She's just started flailing around on her bed, surrounded by two or three images of him like white smoke, they merge and blend into each other. I rush in, expecting the phantom images to vanish when I touch them, but they don't. I hold her down to stop her from hurting herself, and I realize that since I'd been around when that man hurt her in reality and hadn't stopped him, of course she wouldn't see me as able to dispel his phantom now. But I persist, and gradually the phantoms disappear.

But she's still flailing around, thrashing her head from side to side. I realize it's my own presence she's reacting to now. Disturbed, I back off and call for one of the women in the house, and a woman in an apron immediately rushes in and holds her down. The moment I back away, those phantom images return. It doesn't seem to make much difference to the haunted woman either way.

My grandpa had only a moth left to live, except when he told me half of the month had gone by.

Someone was making a new version of Lord of the Rings. it was turning out horrible. The orcs were basically people dressed up in chimpanzee suits. Sauron was a huge ugly monster and he had a wife. He ate his own spit.

I was sent to live in a bookstore. There was an all-boys' section. As sort of a personality test and to see if I had what it took to live there I had to fight a Pokémon boss battle. I did horribly. Some obese teenager pushed me over from behind. I remember being a bit surprised by that.

A screaming man came riding over a hill on a tractor and started shooting maniacally at me with a machine gun. I ducked underneath a car for protection and started saying my prayers.

I worked in a very fancy pastry shop. The walls were sort of a pastel red and there was lots of gold trim. Lots of sunlight streamed through the large front windows. The shop was owned by a guy I know. He had a big hole in his forehead, about the size of a lemon. It went all the way down to his brain. There was a Wes Anderson museum a few doors down to the left of the shop, and I was excited about getting off work and visiting it.

My family lived in a really neat antique shop next to a vibrant brook in a weird lonely gnarly forest. The brook flooded one day in the spring and flowed into the store. One lady's display was ruined. I went to go see her. Everything was destroyed by the water, except for a very neat old professional film camera. She gave it to me. I went up to a different floor of the building and found my friend lounging on a balcony. I wanted to test out the camera so I filmed him. Then I rewound the tape and watched the playback. For a bit, we saw my footage, but then it abruptly cut off. Apparently there was different footage underneath mine on the tape. The image cut to two young women laying on a bed in their underwear, touching and fingering each other. I instantly turned off the camera and yelled, "I didn't film that!!"

In another house in those same woods there lived an extremely ugly old witch. Her daughter, (yes, her daughter!) was protesting against her mother's overweening desire to cover her daughter in shredded cheddar cheese. They argued back and forth heatedly for a long time. The witch stated that when she was her daughter's age, she too was covered in cheese by her mother. With that, she shrunk her daughter, scooped her up and stuffed her into a ziplock bag filled with cheese. She rolled her around in there for a bit and then let her out and put her back to normal size. Then a narrator-sort-of voice on a voice-over deadpanned, "no one could ever mistake the old lady for a normal human being".

I could jump really high and effortlessly but only if I constantly gave a thumbs up with both my hands.

There was two of me in the same dream. Yes, two of me! One of ‘me’ was lucid, and the other ‘me’ was just dreaming. The lucid ‘me’, seems to be a memory of the dream, which instantly appeared in my mind when I woke immediately after the dream; whereas the part of me that was dreaming, was basically a fragmented, foggy dream. I can tell the lucid ‘me’ was a memory, because I did not have any recollection of the adrenaline rush, uplifting feeling, you get when you realize you’re lucid. It’s like this experience was just dropped into my head. My body felt like it was lightly floating, and moving in my bed, when this memory came to be.

Let me know if you have experienced something like this too (above)!

I’ll describe the dream from the ‘lucid me’ perspective. I was sitting in my parent’s living room perfectly lucid (not sure why I was lucid?). I saw ‘me’ walk in the backdoor and head down the hallway. I met myself once before in lucid dream, and I really wanted to have a conversation with myself, so I jump up and ran after ‘me’. My mom stopped ‘lucid me’ and said, “Do you really want to do this? Some people don’t handle this well.” I replied, “I can handle it, where did I go?” As I searched through the house for ‘me’, I came across my sisters, wife, and my oldest nephew. He smiled and said, “Hi!” The other me wasn’t anywhere to found downstairs, so I headed upstairs. The first bedroom I checked was my dad’s. My dear dad was lying in his bed, and there was this young, beautiful girl, sitting on the edge of his bed near the window. I did not recognize her. She had long, brown hair, blue eyes, thin featured, and was very pretty. I walked up to her, and we stood face to face smiling. I happily said to her in a playful voice, “Oh, who is this cute little girl?” She then replied, “I can’t tell you how many times you’ve said that to me as I was growing up!” She was smiling and giggling. She sounded exactly the same as my daughter! I got so excited, I woke up! ( I wanted to hug her)

We put sod down in the sanctuary of a church. The grass was very green and lush, quite pretty. To keep an eye on the grass, (we must have been afraid someone might try to rip it up), we planted a tombstone outside one of the windows of the church and planted a human eye in a round hollow in the stone. It acted as our security camera.

One guy wanted to build a huge fancy apartment complex directly behind our church. So he wheeled in this huge red condo that was pulled on a ridiculously small trailer. He pulled it into the parking lot in front. It was way bigger than the church. As he tried to back the condo up so he could get it into the back lawn, it kept hitting the power lines and shooting impressive sparks everywhere.

Something about maggots/worms.

A Peruvian man had skin that looked exactly like an under-ripe green banana peel.

I was looking at Kermit the Frog. He was holding something small and black between two of his fingers. I thought, "that must be a cigarette". And instantly it WAS a cigarette, and Kermit was avidly smoking.

I was in a big mansion trying to explain how a kitchen sink worked to an old salty sailor.

A strange nose-less creature called the Stip lived in a blue bathroom cubicle. It was more than seven feet tall, incredibly emaciated, but it never stood up straight. It's back was always very bowed, and it's arms were disproportionately long. It was completely hairless, and it's skin was pale and saggy. It's eyes were very small, beady and wide-set, and it's mouth was very wide. I sent my boss into deal with it and see if he could get it out of the cubicle.

I was driving through a city with my father. There were lots of pelicans, hawks and large birds with tags on their feet flying through the air close to the ground. My father and I took interest in one pelican in particular. It had a foot tag that had the letter "B" on it.

We were having a family reunion, and we were meeting in a church. My family was gathered about the piano, singing a song. One of my second cousins, was wearing a pair of pants that were much too large for her. She kept pulling the waistline out, gazing down at her groin and panties in a satisfied manner. I distinctly remember her panties as being white, although I'm not sure how I came to know that...

I dreamed I awoke in the night and discovered that there was a frog in my throat and I could barely speak. So I got up and walked to the bathroom. I kept thinking about a ghostly girl and her cat that sometimes appeared in our house. If you so much as touched the cat, you would die instantly. I was so afraid that the next moment I would see the cat girl. I ran in fear out into our living room. My mother was lying on the couch, and she greeted me warmly. I tried to talk, and my throat cleared and a clear, oily liquid dripped out. I wiped it off my mouth. My father was sitting in my accustomed chair, dressing himself for the day. I figured we were going to have a day off and go into town with him, and that made me happy.

I worked at a pizza parlor, and I had to cut a dog in half lengthwise to put on a pizza.

I was ambushed in an old decaying barn by Voldemort.