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1. [Non-Lucid]
My Nan has these games on the PC upstairs, so I struggle to walk up the stairs and get a little stuck but manage to pull on the stair gate to become unstuck.

Now I'm in a game, I'm a tank, a really fast tank, so I'm zooming about the level in my fast tank, I hit a curved wall and it turns the tank and grinds to a halt against the wall, I managed to get free from the wall and try and cross this road by maneuvering around the cars.

I'm now in a town with a lot of people in it, I am protecting this town from bad guys with shotguns, I'm in a fight with this guy who has a Sawnoff shotgun, he shoots me so I shoot back twice then he shoots me a second time just before he dies, I blackout and wake up in a small room, theirs a guy sitting down, I stand up and say "damn my ass is sore", it feels sore because it somehow got burnt by a shotgun.

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Fragments:
I'n a lineup to talk or sing in front of a few people, I really didn't want too.
Accidentally called my sister gab.
I see a woman dressed in red and yellow standing at a balcony.
With this woman, its very dark, there are candles.

Possible dream signs:
Sister, gab, stairs

UH SHOOT. I dreamed something... then I woke up at some point and remembered it... and then fell back asleep and then at some point alarm went off, so gg.

I think when I started doing WBTB's my intent and my mind were so in sync that I would wake up from a dream to my WBTB alarm, and BAM: fantastic recall. But now I'm slackin' off in that regard, so I wake up a bit earlier, then fall back asleep and forget ... which might mean I'll have to get used to getting up even if my alarm isn't going off. And if that's the case I may as well put my computer next to my bed so I can blind myself with the screen's light at will. We shall seeeeee~

Also I tried somethin' a bit different for this WBTB: turned on the light and drank a cup of apple cider while I was writing this. Maybe it'll make some kinda difference? Also gonna try sleeping for another 1.5 hours and then doing another WBTB. Maybe.

Fragment
Uhhhmmm okay so one part that I remember was that Mom and I were walking to some kind of bus stop as part of the larger dream (which featured a fairly evil Big Bad), and then I started using dream powers of some sort. Wasn't lucid at all, so they were just dream facts. Think I mighta been hovering around. There was some sort of larger point to that scene, and my actions.

Uhhhhhh... the overall scheme of the dream revolved around this Big Bad sort of guy, some kind of mega-evil ghost or god of some sort, and the Saturday-morning-cartoon-style child protagonists who dared to defy him.

Not that it worked out for them in a saturday-morning-cartoon sort of way. Had a bit of an Animorphs vibe, I think. I can sort of remember a bit where some Jake or Toby-esque (from Animorphs) leader kid was physically trapped in some kinda inescapable magic hold of the evil guy's. For now the bad guy was just talking to him .. but he was the sort of villain that could drive a person crazy just by talking to them, just by very deliberately toying with their mind and emotions and whatever else he could use.

Also, it didn't matter to him that his opponents were children. The fact that they were challenging him was, in his mind, justification enough for him being utterly ruthless. But he did seem to realize that they posed less of a threat, and with apparently no other, more pressing issues to face, he made slowly and deliberately taking them apart his sole and temporary focus. He was immortal for whatever reason (leaning more towards god than ghost), so he had that sort of "entertain me" or "alleviate my boredom" vibe that immortal people tend to have in stories.

Over the course of the dream some crazy things happened that I don't recall, as the bad guy proceeded to gradually win and convince some of the kids that fighting simply wasn't worth it anymore, and they might as well switch to his side. That's about where the dream ended, I think, with a shot of a room strongly featuring his presence, and with a few dejected kids sitting around waiting for his orders or whatever.

Anyway I'm callin' all that a fragment because the dream as it exists in my memory is a mere shadow of its former self, and while the story's background remains relatively strong in my mind, any events of the story have, for the most part, fled. Which is kind of annoying because it was such a weird and unique and interesting story, to me, and the only copy was in my mind and I dropped the baaaallllllll~

23:48 bedtime. A bit behind schedule but still within reason

00:00 Saturday 2014-03-22 competition #17 night #15, LD #29

05:44

1) I'm at a counter in a mall talking with a clerk. We're discussing directions to store locations, I see a map (in the air?) and I'm naming street names. Then I have trouble hearing the guy and I realize it's because there's a street with cars running on it in between me and the counter. The clerk guy comes out and is discussing when my item will be ready, he's saying they could make it themselves or not. I imagine a black shake/smoothie.

We're then walking down a very wide gently spiraling ramp (turns to the left while going down) with store clerk guy. I see college roommate MH is naked at a table eating McDonald's with his young child sitting opposite him. I see his hairy back and butt and think "ew." Clerk and I walk farther down the ramp, and MH walks by us, I see his junk, it looks like things are a bit cut and bloody. "Ew" again.

2) On a very large steep ampitheater-like staircase outside a castle packed with people I'm trying to break in. I have a large sack of gunpowder that I'm trying to throw up into a rain spout so that I can cause an explosion inside the castle. I do so but it causes a lot of clanking noise. The evil king comes out and demands that the perp identify himself. I waffle for a bit but then proudly stand forward, he seems a bit surprised that it is me.

I'm then inside the castle and I see close up the sick princess's face is reflected off a multi-section horizontal mirror/wall. I'm moving these sections forwards and backwards to adjust the view of her face. I see one eye is badly sick/damaged, she looks generally in bad shape. The mirror is supposed to hide the bad eye by optical illusion. I'm naming off the problems I see with her.

F1) playing pool

F2) my friend MR has started a new business and wants me to participate

long time getting back to sleep, very excited, sure that the next time I sleep I will get lucid.

07:52

3) in some random supermarket, I'm trying to get in but the line at the checkout-stand is full of people and they're also blocking the very narrow entrance to the store. I'm trying to slowly push my empty shopping cart through, I think I touch some kid lightly with it, the mother angrily pushes my cart (and thus me) backwards. I'm frustrated but I'm just sort of standing there stupidly wanting for an opening. People behind me are starting to say "let me through" and there's a guy standing close by me on my right wondering aloud "what's that guy [me] doing?" I answer him directly "I'm trying to get in to the store but the people in line are blocking me!". I eventually get through and some annoying little boy does something on my back with his hand, and I quickly push my back hard against the wall trapping his hand and I hope I've hurt some of his fingers to teach him a lesson. I'm then walking into the store and it's become a outdoor area. There are two CGs dancing together turning in a circle around each other. "I'm dreaming!" I think by reflex, and then "..yes, I AM dreaming and I'm lucid. I grab the face of one of the girls and turn her head up and to the left between by hands to look into my face. Her eyes are looking up into mine (deep brown eyes) and she looks a bit surprised. "What's your name?" I ask. I don't wait for an answer (there is none). Then I give her a few quick kisses. I think I should engage with the dream scene but then I wake up"

Morning of March 22, 2014. Saturday.



My wife and I are in an unfamiliar room (seemingly on the second floor) of bluish pastel-painted plaster walls, which seems like some sort of composite between a post office and a large hospital waiting room but also has the slight feeling of a laundromat. The room’s layout is like two squares attached (at the corners) but open about forty percent inward from the corners. Several vending machines are in the room, but there are not any other outstanding features. A beige picnic table is in one corner on the opposite side of the wall where a row of three vending machines stand near where I am. To my left is the only entrance. At least one other vending machine is near the picnic table. (It actually seems similar to a hospital area from real life when my wife had our last child, but not a waiting room, rather a more empty area near the entrance to a larger patients room.) There is some sort of contest announced on the radio whereby a person can win a very large amount of money along with many other prizes and prestige by finding one of three special keys randomly placed in packs of trading cards. (This actually seems more like a “back story” to my dream than an in-dream event, as there is no radio and I do not remember directly hearing about it.) My wife leaves, apparently to go and get something or to check on the children. I am still not quite sure where we are.

I notice an open pack (the wrapper is still on, but the top part mostly torn across) of trading cards near my feet just as I go to purchase a pack from the vending machine. I pick it up and take the cards out (they are similar to the cards Woolworths is presently giving out for each $20.00 spent but slightly bigger - otherwise the wrapping seems very similar). As I lightly thumb the cards, I am happy to see a beautiful shimmering silver key under the third card. I put the cards and key in my pocket. I am puzzled as to why someone would leave it there, or perhaps they had carelessly dropped it before leaving and have not been back yet. At any rate, I still decide to buy my own pack, although the three special keys are said to have been distributed quite a distance from each other implying across the country (We may be in the USA in this dream; unsure). Amazingly, I find a similar beautiful silver key under the third card in my pack. It is mostly the same except for a different milling pattern.

I go and sit down at the picnic table to wait for my wife to come back. I then look to my right and notice another set of cards on the floor near the nearest vending machine. This one, unlike the first abandoned pack, does not have the wrapper on it. I look through them, and again, there is a beautiful silver key under the third card. This one is slightly smaller than the other two and has an elaborate symbol on the head/bow of the key, almost tattoo-like, the Egyptian symbol of a seated woman with a rainbow-like and balance-scale-like arch over her. I decide to keep that one as well and hold the three keys together focusing on their amazing value or potential value.

An (unknown) man comes in, informally dressed, and seems surprised to see me there. At first, it seems he is a maintenance person or a janitor. There is also the idea, though, that he has something to do with the prizes and acknowledgements of the winners. For some reason, I tell him about the cards and the keys, noting how each key was under the third card in each case. I feel a bit wary in the back of my mind and think I perhaps should not be revealing this. However, even upon seeing the keys, he does not believe what happened at all. He seems very puzzled and almost angry. Even if it “did” happen (and he still does not believe it did) the keys would have to be returned to the unopened packs (which makes no sense) or to the people who had lost them. Even the one I actually got legitimately from purchasing from the machine apparently “did not happen”. His state of mind and ideas remind me a lot of ordinary people from real life in a way that borders on hilarity in how people do not believe much of anything that actually happens and instead, try to go “by the book” so to speak (or by something they read somewhere - as if that means anything in light of their real experiences or perception) to pretend to have some level of understanding or even authority on a subject. He leaves to contact the prize authorities to see where each key “really” is and the status of any winners, if any. I am amused almost to the point of bliss at his idiotic doubting behavior (even upon seeing the special keys) yet also am very glad I still have the three special keys and am thinking about getting my wife and family and leaving before he gets back (assuming he even finds his way back).

I then inexplicably find myself in a completely unfamiliar area near a large fancy building which is almost castle-like (but seems more like a public venue in perhaps Beverly Hills). I use the smaller key to get in, but there are also a number of security gates which the keys may also fit, but I do not feel like opening all those doors. There are halls that go off in different directions. Instead, I transform into a snake and am able to slide through the bars of the security doors, albeit feeling quite strange. I have no perception of arms and legs and my “stomach” feels very odd and stretched out over a longer area. I turn back into myself when reaching a wooden door (of vertical slats) whereby the top is rounded rather than straight across. I am then wearing a loose white robe that has a very long red belt tied around my waist and hanging down from both ends. I open the wooden door into an amazing room and my awareness becomes even more vivid and clear. However, there is the astounding feeling that I am outside of my own consciousness somehow. (I should point out that some generic dream scripting I had been doing included the scene of opening a door “into a revelation”.)

The actor, Alexander Siddig, is standing there on the other side of the room in an elaborate prince-like costume. He looks at me in a very puzzled manner. There are a number of other people in the room who are all looking at me in a puzzled or offended manner. They all seem to be extremely wealthy and most are dressed in almost early 1700s style. There is a stage set up on that side of the room, and a few almost bleacher-like or pew-like seats on the right side. A few people are seated seemingly as an audience on each side. At least five others seem to be a part of the play and engaging in some sort of conversation.

“The barriers and security doors are there for a reason,” he stammers almost embarrassingly. “You can’t just…you can’t just barge in on someone else’s dream…how did you get in here…who gave you permission…this is a private gathering and you need to leave now…so just…go…please…” He then starts talking to the others on matters of my intelligence and inability to understand privacy and such, although someone also comments on my “unfair advantage” and how I have disrupted the circadian rhythms of several dreamers in conference. I “know” that he is “real” but I am not sure about the others. I am thinking on whether they are tulpas, higher entities originally developed from tulpas, real higher entities birthed from the higher planes, scripted forms, composite unique archetypes, or probably (seemingly the most likely) other dreamers. I get the impression this was an artful setup to some sort of elaborate romantic adventure. I leave, not wanting to feel like a thoughtless intruder.

As I turn to leave, something strange happens. A larger, much plainer room somehow seems to materialize between the room I “am in” (but which has shifted elsewhere, inter-dimensionally) and the door so that I am now in a different room even though I am still holding the same doorknob to the same supposed area. (I have dreamt of internally morphing houses before, but this creates a very strange awareness).

An older unknown lady of nearly eighty approaches me and starts talking in a very friendly and helpful manner about dreams. She makes personal comments on Alexander and his habits and desires and such. She seems to have the “job” that is some sort of combination of being a maid and guiding other dreamers when they stumble into other dreamer’s dreams without the proper protocol. As I decide to leave, my long red belt, which seems more and more like a long red silk ribbon, gets tangled on the doorknob and in part of the security gate. I tell her to cut it off on her side, but she seems worried about damaging the supposedly valuable belt. To me, it is way too long as it is and I do not mind. She uses a pair of shiny gold scissors to cut through the wrapped-up material (about four layers wrapped around the doorknob) and also is able to cut and pull (with my help) from where it has also (on the other end of the tied belt) wrapped partly around a bar of the security gate - and eventually my belt is much shorter and I can then keep going. I just want to go onto a different dream, hopefully one without snobby celebrities and snobby elite. There might be a play on “key card” somewhere in there.

In a house in Toledo , Spain , in the afternoon , Paco is sitting in a large room , alone , with the shutters closed . He has a guitar in his lap , and he strokes the strings , nut does not feel like playing . He is remembering the past , days of intense joy , songs , friendship , and he is sad for the loss of those he has loved and the passage of time .
In another dream I am with Paco and he is practicing - simple things but his hands are so alive , full of strength and electricity . The simple notes are each alive and full of color .
Paco de Lucia died recently near Playa del Carmen , Yucatan . I always greatly admired him as a person and as a musician .

I am in a room , very much like a room room the house in Japan where I live ; it is comfortable but not brightly lit .
There is an array of technical and electrical equipment . A woman and a man are playing with this equipment , adjusting cycle frequencies and intensities of electricity . An electrical field is created , and into this field a beam of microwave is directed . Objects that are in the electrical field lose molecular cohesiveness when the microwave beam is directed at them , and disintegrate or lose their shape .

DILD- around 03-19-14?
I was in the middle of an LD and noticed that instead of flying I was really more controlling an image of me flying as if I was controlling a remote control airplane. This made me think of the dream from my last entry. I was now actually controlling a small jet by remote control. I attempted to use the same trick that I explained in the last entry. I switched the prescpective the same way and it worked. Suddenly I was the jet! Sweet, I seem to have developed a new method of control. Still plenty to learn after all this time. What a great hobby.
I flew as the jet for a couple minutes. I had a small bit of trouble banking at severe angles at first, but a small mental adjustment fixed it. I then landed on my roof, but touched down with feet, and was now human again.
The roof was tore up and it seems my house is under construction in the dream world as well as in waking life. I then went on to less interesting things.

DILD around 3-18-14?

I was in an LD and noticed that the car I was driving (racing) was in a 3rd person prespective. It was much more like playing a video game than life like. I would see the car and road from about 20 behind the car. It responded to my intent, but I felt the control was sluggish and I did not get the rush of actually racing a car. I attempted to simply adjust and drift forward into the car. This failed a couple times. I drifted into the car, kind of, but then would be right back to video game mode.
I got irritated and somehow shattered the dream and reformed it. It was much like how I teleport, but also felt like I used a god-like hand to grab the car and yank it towards me. It also felt like like a scratching record kind of effect (like in a movie effect,,,). Everything shifted and the entire dream rippled kind of. Then it did what I wanted and I was in the drivers seat.
I then got bored and told myself the first house I come to will have a hot woman in it. I pulled over and got out. A house formed. I started to walk in, and my mind thought, "what if the woman does not want you?" I simply prevente the thought from forming beyond a fraction of a moment. Of course there is a hot woman,,, yep, my hot wife comes around a corner. Of course she wants me. fast forward through 3 short sexual experiences, very vivid, and my stupid alarm goes off.

21.03.2014

Tall Sporadic Lemur Monster & Searching for the Man in the Red Shirt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out in a spectator point of view, and I eventually shift into a third person view of myself. I’m walking, being able to feel the soles of the shoes every now and then, and then focusing on my torso region for a bit. There’s several dream characters walking with me, and one I can’t really recall decently enough, but with the other two DCs, I presumed she was a female.

One was a small chimp or monkey in a 3D cartoon style composition. It had a fairly odd head shape, and the anatomy of it definitely correlated to a cartoon-ish look. It has light brown fur, and a milky caramel color for its face, hands, and feet. I had a feeling this little guy was going to be very crucial for whatever it is we’re going to do.

Then there’s the next DC that’s very tall, and looks like a lemur with white fur, a dark blue face, hands, and feet. It looks like it wants to murder me anytime it feels like it, and the worst part is that it keeps following behind me. Apparently, if the lemur, that was probably 10 feet or more tall, wanted to cause harm on me, the little guy would hum some kind of tune, or use some form of communication to calm it down.

I had to deal with this cycle of what felt like every 15-20 minutes in waking life. Thankfully, the little guy knew how to protect me. The other dream character that I couldn’t see was most likely female, and maybe a dream character that resembled Natti in waking life. I’m presuming this because another dream where I was with her and a lemur, it seemed as if I was looking at her point of view, and seeing myself through her, just like how it was the same occasionally in this dream.

I have a feeling that we were communicating, but I put off recalling this dream for most of the day that I can’t recall anything except for the fact that we’re searching for an individual. This individual apparently would be wearing a red dress shirt of some sort, and over time, I had a feeling that he looked a lot like Dickson from Xenoblade Chronicles:

There were a few regions on his visage that were a bit different from Dickson, but overall, he looked the same. For his outfit, he was probably wearing a red version of the picture above along with a dark gray version of the white jeans he wore as well.

The dream environments looks fairly barren, and the closest connection for it would be akin to the environment of Gerudo Valley from Ocarina of Time:

Except, it was a lot more detailed, and less blocky. It wasn’t the exact replica of the environment, but there were moments in the dream like walking through mini-wooden bridges, and small cave entrances here and there similar to it.

Now, for some reason, we didn’t want him to know that we were following him, and I had to resort to stopping time in order to see where he could possibly. This seems to be the first time I resorted to manipulating time in a dream, and actually being able to pull it off as if it’s second nature to me. The dream atmosphere turns into a Sepia overlay fluctuating with a light brown overlay as well. I can feel my dream body waving left and right like water for a bit before being able to stabilize myself in the stillness of everything and everyone else.

At this point, all I was fixated on was walking a linear path, and getting a feeling that I’m getting closer and closer to this man in the red dress shirt that. It seems this guy is still able to walk, but very, very, very slowly, and I quickly turn back the moment I find him. I’m not sure if I communicated with the DC that was actually a human, but it didn’t seem like it would matter at all.

At some point in this dream, the lemur monster seemed pretty close from inflicting damage to me, and the little guy managed to save me in the nick of time again. I’m really not sure why this lemur is being sporadic, and it seems to have a contrasting demeanor to the more reserved and calm female type I saw a few weeks ago.

The direction of the dream starts getting blurry, and I can only recall a few patches here and there. I recall being inside a building, seeing the man in the red shirt preparing to enter a large cave, and then some random DC suggesting something to me in what seems to be some kind of gym.

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An elephant is making a request of a king or a god, and saying "I am only a lowly guardsman." As he says this, I see him kneeling on a battlefield, wearing armor.

Next to the elephant, there's a man speaking with a woman from the opposing army, each with their own soldiers behind them. The woman goes by the name or title Amah. She's very beautiful and very prideful, smiling and casually resting her elbow on the shoulder of the man next to her, her servant. This is the second time they're meeting like this. The first time, she made some demand or threat which was fulfilled. This time, her servant announces that she's come to 'kill your wives' or something similar, something about causing the deaths of women at least. He says something flowery about those she's killed in the past, and how the great sympathy she has for these women is the reason she does not permit them to speak her real name. Amah says, "It would murder me. I could not stand it." She's still smiling as she says it.

She suddenly slumps forward and falls to the ground. The man she'd been speaking to has simply whispered her name.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I encounter Nighthawk, he looks a bit bizarre, dressed all white with a small red tie and red pullover over the shoulders. We talk, he invites me out. It's early morning, so we go out for breakfast. We find this posh place where I expect to be served a lush meal, but there's something strange about the place. It's a large ballroom, the stage is set, music is playing. We are taken to a table and they say there's little beer left. I say "who drinks beer for breakfast?" but these people were probably there all night. A show starts. I see dancers coming on stage dressed with uniforms that seem familiar. The waitress brings me a frapuccino. I try to remember "Did I ask this? I don't recall having made an order.". I call her back, I want to know if it has cow milk, 'cause then I'm not drinking it. Meanwhile the dancers dance and I realize, their uniforms are from the SS. WTF? More dancers come on stage, with nazi german uniforms and flags. The public shouts "Hitler, Hitler!" and I say "oh my god, what the fuck is this?". Someone says, "It's a nazy themed party, but it is purely satirical". "Satirical, my ass! Anybody entering through that door right now, would say this is celebratory". I want to get of there as soon as possible. But then I recall, no, I didn't ask for the frapuccino, this is just a fucked up dream.
I get lucid and fly away from there. I cross over town and just enjoy the beauty of the details of the place.

(Watched true detective before bed)

I negotiated a huge drug deal because my neighbor was too afraid.

My girlfriend inherited a weird blue GTA V style super car. On close inspection Its skin was a very flimsy shiny plastic that seemed melted and falling apart in spots. Wires and electronics were left exposed in spots. It appeared to have action figures build into hood air intake and some kind of stereo system build into its spoiler. Never drove it.

I'm in some ultra modern Dutch style architectural office I guess. It is two story's tall and very narrow. The building has no floors. All the desks and drafting tables and other clutter is accessible on one narrow two story vertical surface. The architects are suspended in normal looking office chairs that have some practical apparatus that moves them around verticals office. Furthermore, there are large glass windows but suspended freely about 6 feet behind the architects seats. The window panels have huge open gaps leaving the office mostly open to the elements which is odd because it the environment was like an overcast Aspen CO winter. Naturally it was not cold.

In the office I'm balancing very high waiting for one of these jerks for some reason. I'm holding an easel with a large gold picture frame. It's coverd in cloth and smells like turpentine. I know it has something to do with some event my girlfriend has planned for us. I remember feeling disinterested in the event.

Night 14 - 1 DILD success & fun, then so close on 1st WILD attempt, 50% there on a 2nd WILD attempt (I was trying, thanks to BrandonBoss for the encouragement to hit a new high yesterday). Nice NLDs also, drank a lot of water to ensure I wake and recall better. I did a good review of dream signs before bed but was hoping for more points tonight. Dreams sign review seemed to incubate a number of minor dream signs, but only one helped me become lucid (making out, kind of like FryingMan's KILD). The other dream signs that showed up this night were: amusement ride, police, party, mall, and 2 I should add to my list that have shown up enough: cave/tunnel & sleep related.

<snip>the woman standing in front of me seems to be a dignitary, maybe even a head of state. She is somewhat tall and thin and has blondish-brown hair and a formal skirt & jacket on. Surprisingly she reaches behind her and gently grabs me down in the crotch area making a bold pass at me and I realize that I am dreaming. We are behind some other people standing facing a presenter that is saying something about having great confidence in Russia and she plays a clip of Vladimir Putin saying that Russia is the god of the top 3 nations (that are assembled here?). I am ignoring this and doing some various things with the dignitary woman with her back to me but I think that this is a good opportunity to bring Scarlett Johansson in. She still has her back to me and I think confidently to myself that when I turn her around she will be Scarlett Johansson. I turn her around and her face looks like a nice representation of her and her body has shortened a bit from the tall woman and it seems to look like her body. Her hair is black though, which is not the color that she usually has (but I found a picture I will put below). "Hello Scarlett." "Hello." I am so thrilled to have her in front of me and begin to kiss her while staring into her beautiful eyes and soaking in her beautiful face. I keep going and going but after a while it seems like her face is changing slightly and I decide it is time to move on lest she changes into something undesirable. I fly up above the group and start to recall my goals for the night and competition and as I think of the first one I feel myself fading back to bed and it seems that I was at the end of my REM cycle. 122


Night 12

<snip> I am in my office moving a goldfish bowl with 2 small goldfish in it (none currently IWL) when I am clumsy and slosh the water partly out of the bowl. There is a gold colored gold fish and a darker one. The gold colored one gets splashed out of the bowl but amazingly starts to swim in the air!! I quickly realize that I am dreaming. What a cool visual! I fly and float a bit and I have to really think hard what my goals are and I ask myself several times before remembering next two goals. I decide to start with the one that I think will be easier and I do a closed eye teleport to a bridge scene. As I am looking around I feel myself fading back to bed / but I feel like I can DEILD so I squeeze together the area around my eyes which usually brings on vibrations and there are light vibrations but I relax and I find myself back in a combination of my office and my bedroom and my wife is laying there. She asks me what I am doing and I notice that I am completely naked so I ask her if she wants to...I fly over to her and <edit> before fading back to bed once again and I later figure out I must have been at the end of the sleep cycle as it took a while to get back to sleep, trying to WILD. As my wife got up I found myself feeling as if I was still in that weird office/bedroom combination but I should not have corrected myself because it solidified the fact that my body was back in my actual bed and I eventually fell asleep during the WILD attempt. 120,121