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I appeared in Bratislava(120km from home) and I was walking down the street. It was night. Street was crowded(unusual for me to see more than ~5 people in LD). I looked suddenly forward and there was a friend of mine walking. She was dragging a drunken man. I asked her whether she want to help. She looked at me without acknowledging me, so I walked around her and away. Then I looked back at her. It looked like she was getting old very fast. And has more and more problem to drag that man. The man slowly changed the complexion to unusually red one. But I respected her wish to be let alone.
At once I saw myself from her perspective. I looked younger, much younger than I'm now, with strange side-whiskers. It seemed that around me was shining very dark blue-violet aura and I was not walking on the ground, but a few cm above. I felt her thoughts... she felt longing, regret. From her point of view there was no man... she wasn't dragging anybody with her.

I think, the man was symbol of something what is dragging her down, but she doesn't want to be helped with her problems. I didn't communicate with her for very long time... But then, I had a few foretelling LD and OBE's

May 10, 2014: NOTE: My first night of sleep following the administration of African Dream Root: I am standing facing a heavy set black woman holding a black baby. She appears to be a nanny. The baby is awake, swaddled in a light colored blanket with no pattern, and contentedly drinking from a small baby bottle. The woman’s face has an attractive, even carmel complexion, but also sports an irregular ring of significantly darker pigment which encircles her face from across her forehead, above and then outside of her eyebrow, down the outer aspect of her cheek, down to her chin and back up the other side in a symmetrical manner. I’m not sure if it is a tribal marking or not, and it does not detract from her appearance at all. It somehow suits her and is in no way startling. In fact, she appears to draw a certain power from the marking or tattoo.

There is a gym bag on a table to the woman’s right (my left). It appears to be filled almost to overflowing with dried marijuana flower nuggets. She needs or wants to do something with the bag, but she is holding the baby with both her arms. I offer to hold the child momentarily for her, but she politely refuses, saying the child might cry or be frightened because I am a white male and stranger to the child.

In view of that, I offer to move the bag for her. Again, she politely, but even more sternly says no. Then I say to her “Then lets engage in a social experiment to see if the baby does indeed cry if I hold him.” Again, she says “no”, at which time I wake up.

I am standing in a big warehouse, 10 times as tall as I am, facing a wall nearly entirely composed of windows. Some starlight shines in on myself, and dozens of friends, as we wait in anticipation. "Get ready!" I hear someone yell. I crouch my stance slightly, and spread my arms for balance. Just then, like ninjas, a large group of about 50 people on hover-boards fly past the windows, throwing brightly colored swirly orbs out of their hands. They shimmer through the air, with a white smoke sort of energy exuding from them, and a faint light trail of every color. Others amongst them throw fireballs at us as they dart past the windows. On hover-boards, they are not very accurate, but their rate of fire on our small building makes up for that.

Before I am too caught up in the beauty of it, they start exploding around us, sending people flying through the air screaming. Taking it for granted that we are sorcerers, we return fire, literally sending fireballs from our palms back at our attackers, almost as you would a snowball. It sounds like a war zone with explosions, glass shattering, yelling, and the most amazing sound of flames flying through the air.

Some of my comrades are too focused on shooting down our attackers, that they lose track of the incoming energy grenades, and are blasted into dust and vapor. Seeing this, I make sure I put as much distance between myself and the grenades. Watching one of the attackers just stand on his board, over-confident in his position, I throw a ball of fire directly at him, exploding square in his chest. He is thrown backward, and falls down to the dark ocean far below the cliff our building is perched upon.

Abruptly they all fly off, out of view for a moment. No sooner did they leave, then the wall behind us explodes with a deafening bang, sending debris in all directions. Large chunks of stone scatter the room as my comrades and I re-organize ourselves. An armored personnel carrier drives through the hole in the wall, with more wizards pouring out of the back of it, all throwing fireballs in our direction, as they too duck for cover behind large chunks of the wall.

Since they are all still in one tight group, I throw three energy grenades to the same small spot, right at their feet. Peeking over the top of a massive gray stone, I watch as all three grenades explode in quick succession with dazzling white and blue lights.

Walking around a lake, trying not to get in the water, I fall in as a nearby building violently implodes. Unphased, I swim to the bottom and walk on the sand down there. My friend joins me in this aqua-blue colored land. There are a few underwater plants, and some rocks, but mostly sand. We approach a hill, climbing up to an underwater cliff face. Before we get too close, a giant crab monster, twice the size of me jumps out at us, and shoots energy bubbles at us, while trying to pinch us in half! I dodge the attacks as best as I can, while my friend creates a psychonetic shield around himself, rendering him invulnerable to the crab beast. I notice it is quiet after the chaos, and that my friend has slain the crab monster while I was busy staying alive.

Walking over to its corpse once again, my friend summons the soul energy out of the body, looks at it for a moment, and then draws the light-mass into himself through his mouth, and flexes his muscles. "Holy sh!t" I think as I start to worry that he will kill me to absorb my energy as well. But soon thereafter, the spirit energy returns to the crab corpse, still lifeless, and I realize that this isn't Highlander, and my friend is currently unable to eat the souls of those he kills to grow stronger.

We continue walking out of the lake, and into a grocery store where we split up.

I am stranded with a group of people in some wastes of a small town type place. Everything is grayish. Everyone is lonely and insane disagreements arise between people. Over time one girl decides to cut her breasts off after she is tired of all the horny men around her always commenting at her and treating her like trash. Eventually there is some helicopter with marines on it, but the helicopter has some clear sphere around and through it that spins that makes it fly. The pilot is an expert and flys between trees and stuff, they don't rescue us though? There are large grass fields and and hills past this side of town very colorful. There are some school kids playing at what looks like PE or recess on a sort of basket ball court black top type area and that same girl goes there to be with them rather than our group.

The early parts of this dream were very long but I can't remember all it very clearly so I kept it simple.

a dream that had lots of twists and turns to say the least. the first thing i remember is sitting outside of a club. there was some black kid next to me talking a lot of smack and acting very cocky. at first i ignored him. then he started calling me buck because i was wearing a baseball cap with a fish on it. i stood up and punched him which apparently was a mistake cuz i was immediatly rushed by like 16 other black people. they were trying to shove me into this creepy van but i fought hard and managed to escape. one of them had a knife and i managed to take it from him. i started running down a long dark street until i made it to a dirt trail that ran alongside the ocean. there was a fence, that seperated the trail from street. then i noticed this girl with huge scissors was chasing me. i ran and ran until she finally threw the sciccors at me and the lodged into my back.

it was not a fatal blow. i took the scissors away and started chasing her. she ran on the other side of the fence before i could catch her so i said "fuck it" and continued walking along the trail.

at the end of the coastal path there was a large mansion. all the lights were off and i could sense no one was there. i went inside and felt inside and felt something pull on my hand. it was the girl. but now i recognized her as natalie! she was not the natalie i know how ever, she seemed to have amnesia and was really lost. i told her i would help her and let her stay with me, I told her it was my place. we walked into a kitchen area and saw all these construction workers tryign to fix the sink, i said hello to them and let nat upstairs.

it was extremely dark, she was squeezing me really tight and finally i found a light. not just any light it was one of those ones with a metal chain that you have to pull. i yanked the chain and the room lit up. turns out the room was my room and mostly consisted of a fan, a light bulb, and a huge bed that took up the entire room. we bounced around, rolled around, kissed a lil, and had fun on the bed. i woke up soon aftere

* Not much time to think about it...

...I see a 3D animation of a cross-section of the body of a bull, and what happens with it during bullfighting...
...some aluminum cans and bottles are set on a little mound, ready for shooting...

.../I'm in my grandparents house and realize the gas valve was not closed in the kitchen. I hold my breathing to getn in and close it. I hope nobody turns a light on. It looks like it was open the whole night. I open the windows to clean the air...

.../Multimillionaire people in the news that controlled what happened to be said on the other side of the hemisphere...

.../I'm with the musician who composes folk songs and we worked together for the carnivals on the year 2011. There's a kid who cannot play some piece of music. Now they are working on a new project. I bring my acoustic guitar that is broken. I want to participate too. I hear the melody and start to figuring out how does it goes on the guitar. I get to play the melody. It's interesting but the kid doesn't want to play it because of he thinks it will mark him for life. I know there's something wrong in his statement although I don't realize what is it, then I try to explain that it's a matter of the carnivals and of course he will remember that as a good experience. It would be worse to remember that he lost that opportunity! The song is a sort of tribute to a guy who exceptionally played the quena. I see and hear him playing that "r" sound in a quena. I remember a fake artist who refused to collaborate in a project and lost his opportunity because of his vanity, then I use his example to explain the kid that he shouldn't be afraid of participating in the project/...

* I woke up with the melody in my head and write it down...

...a beggar's bed on the stairs of the house...

.../I'm in my school bathrooms. The kids have made a nasty mess up around. I let the water flow to clean some of it/...

.../My glasses are broken and I give them to somebody who wants to explain something in front of a class. I see there's dirt on one of the lenses. I pick them back to clean it. We talk about something and she says: Does it still work?

* Alarm clock goes off

...Let's go walking, let them go...

Goal: At the very least, better dream recall

Last night's dream: I only remember one tiny snippet, which was a friend of mine saying "you should shave" while waving to her upper lip.

Personally, I don't think I need to shave

I don't recall too much from this dream, but I don't remember most of the lucid part.

The dreams starts with me coming into a grocery store of some sort. My friends and are just roaming around the store, and not much happens. I recall sitting down somewhere, and as I'm sitting I realize that I'm dreaming. I get up and start to walk around the store some more. I take in all the scenery, and I'm glad to see ADA is still making my dreams look and feel a lot more realistic. I now scratch the back of my head, and I can feel my hair rustle between my fingers. I start thinking about what I should do, and then I remember there is the TOTM to do. As I'm walking I desperately try to remember what the tasks are. I think for a good minute, and then I finally remember the ones I had my eye on. I need to do tequila shots, perform a song, and use the force. I figure using the force will be a good start, so I walk over to one of my friends and attempt to force choke him, but it doesn't work. I see my other coming up to me, and I thrust my hand out towards him, and I manage to force push him across the room. One down, two more to go. I decide the best idea would be to perform a song. To my convenience, there's a stereo set up nearby with a laptop hooked up to it, and there's a microphone near it. This will be easy, so I walk over. The stereos are blasting some song I don't remember, and there is a crowd of people listening. There's my audience I guess. I walk over to the laptop and put my own song into the search engine. I type in "Motorcycle Drive By" which is a song by Third Eye Blind. I find the the video and open it, and then I pause it. The people running the stereo don't seem to like my idea of just taking over everything at my own discrepancy, but like I give a damn. I'm the only real one here! I tell them to play the song when I get the microphone, and then I'll sing it. The continue to argue with me about the stereo, and I fight them back over it. And then my Dad awakes me.

Morning of May 10, 2014. Saturday.



In this dream, my wife and I appear to be living at my sister Marilyn’s old house in Wisconsin. However, there is also a focus on another person who lives there, but I am not sure of his identity. It is possible he was a coworker relative to Three Rivers Enterprises/Eco Three and associated with 20 Copeland Avenue or Trane Company - it is in the back of my mind, but I cannot make the full connection now.

Over time, a few strange things related to vandalism occur. I also see that the lawn needs mowing. The house is oriented in an odd way, with what would be the back of the house facing west into the backyard in reality seemingly being the front part facing into the “backyard” in my dream. The mailbox is on my left when facing the house (from the “backyard”), and the space between houses is quite a bit larger, with more of a garden-like area mostly for fancy shrubs.

At one point, seemingly in early afternoon, there is a disturbance of some kind outside, but we are not sure of what had happened. I go out to check the mail and I notice that the metal mailbox is smashed and flattened, with the lid partly detached on one side. (This is based on a real event where a random younger male we did not know smashed our metal mailbox later at night and kicked it down the street as he was walking. The police were already arriving in the area by that point, as he had done something at a nearby house as well.) I also notice two business letters sort of hanging on the top of a shrub near the back of the mailbox, one envelope half out from the mailbox. I notice other minor damage around the outside of the house.

At this point, an insane man comes to the house and is apparently the one who had been vandalizing the place. I go inside to get a large steel barbel to use as a weapon. He is carrying a paper sack and it seems I supposedly owe him for something that he feels was done to him. I am not sure of the implications. It is a man I have not seen for over thirty years. His name was Ted and he was supposedly a recovering alcoholic when I knew him. He manages to push in through the front door as I and the other unknown male are attempting to hold it closed. I bash him with the large steel bar several times and seemingly kill him. The paper sack he had been carrying has two different plant species which may be narcotic, though this is not certain. One looks more like orange-and-green mottled Japanese maple leaves (that do supposedly resemble marijuana leaves) and the other a bit like fully white sand spur plants (full of white fuzzy “burs” or “spurs” as such down the stalk). Each plant type is partially in a transparent bag within the paper sack, but a lot of the maple leaves are loose in the sack. I decide to keep the sack to hide somewhere to avoid any problems or misplaced suspicion should others show up. In a different room, I put the sack up through a hole on the right side of the underside of the top sofa compartment that is over the wooden part that is used for storage. (This is actually just like my old sofa bed in Florida, but I did not stick anything in the area with the torn canvas on the underside.)

We then move his remains to the metal (old-style cylindrical) garbage bin in the middle of the “backyard” near the south end (again, which supposedly serves as the “front yard” in my dream). By that point, there seems to be an additional bag but I do not look in it, as that goes into the trash can as well. Looking down, Ted has turned into a smaller teddy bear with torn areas and some stuffing coming out. His “body”, lying on his back, does not even cover the whole area of the bottom of the can (that is, nether implied closer arc segment touches either his head or feet). It still seems a bit risky to have his supposed remains in the area.

Within a short time, a car full of people drives into the yard. There is at least one female of about twenty-something, an elderly lady, a couple children, and I think at least one teenage male. They are wondering where Ted is, I think, even though he had been running around acting crazy and vandalizing the area and seemed to have recently escaped from an institution, I suspect. My wife goes over to talk to the woman (putting her head into the car) and there is something about calling the police, but this is said by the younger female who had been driving the car, which seems strange since they are the ones trespassing. We realize that they may be non-human “were-stuffed-animals” as Ted was. They only become stuffed animals when sleeping or dead, perhaps, which is apparently their “true form”. Otherwise, they are psychotic people with some sort of genetic or chemical imbalance, perhaps even originating on another planet.

This will not do, so we all get steel bars and start bashing all the people in the car and jabbing them in the head and chest through the car windows. Over time, most of them become stuffed toy animals (both rabbits and bears, I think). However, a couple get away and somehow quickly construct a railroad through the middle of the backyard, going out through the east wall of the shed and then south and beyond. From there, lots of train cars, all together in a long row, start moving out southward. This seems to mean that the railcars are full of stuffed toys which will become crazed humans (but not actually human) and threaten the entire population. They are all very similar; rectangular, and each either orange or yellow in no particular sequence. We then start bashing the railcars to stop them with only partial success as my dream fades. They seem about half the size of a real train car, but are still fairly large to stop just by bashing them.

It was a work related dream, but not about my waking life job.

I remembered much more right upon waking up, but did not write it down. Yikes!

This lucid was a really nice break from a month long dry spell. What began as a 5 hour long WBTB, ended up becoming quite an escapade.

I woke up at 3am and couldn't get back to sleep. Then I had to go to a 6am meeting at work. I went home and tried to go back to sleep before having to go BACK to work at 11am (my schedule sucks). I fell back to sleep probably about 8am. I started having a dream where I was in a house I didn't recognize, and some kid that wasn't my son was doing some homework on the dining room table. I suddenly became lucid because I remembered that I was just trying to get to sleep just moments before. This is a very common way that I DILD now. Anyway, I had been thinking of the performance and limerick tasks as I was trying to get to sleep, so I decided to bust out an aria from Mozart's Così fan tutte, "È amore un ladroncello." It was the first one to pop into my head. I only sang the first 4 bars then quit, because I didn't think the one boy really qualified as a whole audience. Also, he was barely reacting to my presence. So I decided to move on to the Limerick task. I started hearing the Popeye the Sailor Man melody (which has a limerick rhyme scheme and meter to it) in my head like I planned irl, and one of the Popeye-like garbage can limericks started happening. I remember the first 2 lines and the 5th one form right away, then I struggled with getting 3 and 4 to rhyme as well as fit the rest. I don't remember the trial and error precisely, but I remember feeling a little frantic because I didn't want to run out of time. It all probably took a minute at the most, I'm guessing, but here is the result:

There once was a man named Stan
Who lived in a garbage can
When he was in the mood
To fry up some food
He used the lid for a pan.

I woke up laughing at myself, and I can't recall for certain but I may have started laughing in the dream. What a goofy ass little poem. What followed was 3 more DILDs. They were very DEILD like in nature, because I would wake up and go back to sleep and start the dream in pretty much the same house, but it would take a few seconds for the awareness to kick in. So a DILD-chain? Weird. Seriously, leave it up to me to jumble everything up.

No lucid sex for nearly 5 weeks woke up something extra animal in me it seems. I fell right back to sleep, and I appeared in a bedroom in what seemed to be the same house. Again, I was bumbling around for a few seconds before remembering that I was just waking up from a lucid dream not seconds before. All I wanted to do was find an attractive DC and celebrate my TOTM success. I discovered a lady who was fairly tall, thin and tan, standing in one corner of the room. Not ordinarily what I go for, but I guess I DO go for it since my subC is the one that came up with her! She had long brown hair and I think she was pretty, but I never really looked at her face for long. I gotta break that habit. I started for her, and she ran lol. I took off after her, and as I ran past a mirror, I saw that I was female. I hoped that wouldn't mess things up. I cornered her in the opposite side of the bedroom, and she seemed to go a bit docile.

Spoiler for NSFW 1:

I reached down to check if I was at least male in that respect, and I was. One of the few things that's guaranteed in my lucids. I pushed her down on the bed, and she fell on her back. I lifted her shirt up and tried to kiss her boobs, but she was really flat chested. This happens to me a lot, I don't know why. I went for her left nipple anyway, and started working on it. Her skin was ridiculously smooth, but she didn't react much. Anyway, it still turned me on too much and I woke up.

I fell back to sleep and had a similar lucid onset. Ended up in some bedroom in that same house, or a house, and got lucid seconds after. This time there was a blonde chick with glasses not 2 feet away from me. Before I could even think, I grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed. I didn't want to wake up too soon like the last time, plus I wanted to do more than just wham bam thank you ma'am. So I was more gentle with pushing this one on the bed. I got on top of her and started French kissing her. It was actually pretty nice, though I had to keep my eyes open. Anytime I try to close my eyes when I kiss in lucids, I end up losing the dream. Plus I don't miss as much this way. She reciprocated the kisses nicely, but her front teeth were kinda big and kept clashing with mine a bit lol. Kinda awkward. In a bit of a blur, I removed just enough of our clothes to start having sex, but I got too excited and woke up again.

I went into the 3rd and final lucid the same way. This time I appeared in a hallway of possibly the same house and became lucid when it dawned on me that I had just been chaining dreams. Now I wanted to really bump things up a notch. I decided that the next hot DC I found, I was going to try having sex up against the wall. I found a cute brunette guy in his 20s leaning against the wall, who acted clearly gay. I didn't waste a moment, but I was beginning to struggle with lucidity and removing my pants seemed to take forever.

Spoiler for NSFW 2:

I finally managed nailing the guy up against the wall, but I gotta be honest, things felt a bit numb. Not the first time either. We stopped doing it against the wall, and resumed on the floor. I hoped I could get better traction/friction(?) this way. Anyway, still kinda numb feeling. I mean, I was turned on, but it felt like there weren't enough nerve endings in my thing. Or as if I had 5 condoms on lol. Then a weird thought occurred to me: I decided to touch my dick while we were doing it. I just put my right finger on the top of the shaft, right at the base. I guess I was hoping to feel a bit more friction this way. It totally worked, I could feel everything so much more! I guess because I incorporated tactile with everything else? I don't know, but I lasted about 10 glorious seconds before climaxing then waking up.

And it was just 9 o'clock! All that jazz happened within an hour. I went back to sleep and slept dreamlessly for another hour and felt awesome.

I dreamt I was in one of the work vans but with 5 people in it. I was talking to an ottermode black dude with no shirt. I walked around and was at some sort of fair. We were making fun of some guy wearing a suit with sneakers. I think I knew the person. I was also wearing my suit. I was with a girl and we walked to a field and she was telling me to dance. I did and saw my shadow doing dances. She said she'd help me dance and I told her "No, I only dance good alone."
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I remember that I had a huge ringworm in one part of my body

I went into a tactical store and the cashier had the lights turned off so it was pretty dark. I looked around for a holster for my multitool or my flashlight. I eventually took out my flashlight and used it to light up some items. Another guy was using his flashlight too but it was taking pictures and he took a picture of me. Finally, the lights started to come on but I still couldn't find the items I was looking for

I had tsunami dream second time.

In first dream. I am lying on the beach sunbathing with friends and boyfriend and i notice tsunami coming. It was soooo huge. And it seemed so real. I run to them and start running. I quickly realize I didn't wait for my boyfriend and feel bad for it. And he catches up. We run together toward the hill/mountain and start climbing. All the rocks around are light red-sand color. We are fast, but some rocks are not stable and fall as we grab them. At the end we made it. We climb the top and only a puddle came to near our feet. I think after, when all was over, I went back to that beach, not sure who was with me. But it felt like I am there for some reason.

Last night I had similar dream again but including other guy. (my sort of ex boyfriend, but situation is complex so am gonna call him boyfriend too) Me and my boyfriend were at the shore. Again it was rocky ambient. Again I noticed tsunami coming. We were in this caffe made out of glass, and i pulled him in the other room which was more inside (but all glass walls around). And when the wave was closed I though myself in front of him to protect him. The wave came and it broke all the glass. I saw little pieces of glass flying in front of water like in action movies. I dont remember the result but i think we were fine, both of us. After everything was over, I came back with my parents to that place. At the shore there was a tap sticking out of rock and empty bucket under it. I was sitting with my brother a bit further. There was something scary in the air. There was kind of waiting for some information. Maybe even I could hear radio in the background. Something bad was about to happen in the world. We were waiting to see if somebody out there is going to do that bad thing, and if he did poison would start to drip from the tap. There was even something apocalyptic in that dream.

I'm sort of going through rough period emotionally. And I think dreams (I dream a lot of weird and exhausting things lately) are trying to help me but I just don't get them. The thing is I am kinda on the fence between these two guys from two dreams and have to pick which way to go in my life - first dream is with newer guy and it feels so light and nice to be with him, and in second dream is old boyfriend, relationship with him drained me but he is (used to be) my love maybe i need to try harder. This is first dream that repeated with different 'actors'. That's why it might be important to me. If anybody feels inspired for any interpretation I would greatly appreciate it.

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