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This lucid is from the morning of 5/11/2014.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #208: Carnival Chain

I have a false awakening where Wife is bustling about the room getting ready for something. I’m groggy and not seeing anything too well, but I follow her as she heads out the door. There’s some kind of event that we’re supposed to be getting ready for, but I have no memory of what it is. I do remember wanting to have a lucid dream, though, so I feel frustrated that I’m expected to get up.

I follow Wife for a bit and suddenly we’re outside by some docks. She’s dressed in a white sundress that I’ve never seen her in before, holding hands with our two children “E” and “R”. She looks beautiful. I wish that I could go with them but I’m almost too tired to move.

I tell her that I’m going back to bed, which she seems to accept. Somehow I stagger back to the bed and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I attempt to WILD. Right away I get the sense of motion and I can’t believe how quickly it’s working. I go with the momentum and experience a moment of massive acceleration before emerging in a mid-morning carnival scene that I know is a dream.

I’m not pleased with the vividness of the scene, so I rub my hands together and then stare at them, trying to draw out as much detail as I can. It takes a few frustrating moments but finally fine details start to emerge. One oddity is that my hands are covered with cuts and scrapes like I’ve been fighting or working with something sharp.

As the scene comes into better focus, I see that Wife is walking here with me at the carnival. We pass a sandwich vendor who stops us and begins an emphatic explanation of what it takes to make the turkey sandwich. He says that the “traditional” sandwich of “turkey on a donut” is outdated and that rye bread is the wave of the future. It sounds crazy to me, but I try to grasp the details, hoping for some flash of insight. It never comes, though, and the dream fades.

I hold on for DEILD, and in a few seconds I’m back in the carnival scene. I take a few steps but something seems to be stuck in my throat. I try to sort of gag and clear my throat, but it’s still there. I feel like there’s some kind of waking life problem and remember that I’m sleeping on my stomach. I have this vision of the pillow pressing on my throat and in a few seconds, I’m out of the dream.

I flop onto my side, get ready for DEILD, and re-enter the carnival scene a few seconds later. Wife’s here with me again, and says something flirtatious. I’m feeling very interested, so we make out for a bit before getting down to some sexytime. I’ll spare the details here, but it's interesting that after the "festivities" the dream continues long enough for us to wander around the carnival a bit more.

Finally the dream breaks, and I DEILD in one last time to the same carnival scene. Wife and I pass by a carnival barker who’s inviting passerby to try out the “lucidity machine”, a large, boxy contraption that he says is guaranteed to make you have a lucid dream for only “4 quarters”.

I encourage Wife to try this out. “But you’re already having a lucid dream,” she replies.

“Yeah, but you’re not.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Four quarters seems kind of expensive.”

“It’s not real money,” I tell her. “Please just try it.”

I’m exasperated by all of this. Wife shakes her head and continues to skeptically study the device as the dream ends.

Did my hypnosis session - and at least I dreamt of dreaming and the forum, even. And I have much more recall than usual - the below is by far not everything.

Crazy stuff - first I dreamt being at work with a friend from uni - and there was a scene, where I was in a conference room and got angry and threw my bag out of the window. With my camera in it and important paperwork.
Not much more from that dream - just that one needed a token to use the elevator, and if several people use one, you threw the extra tokens into a box. I threw mine, while she didn't have one and we took the stairs, and she told me, her unhappy love-story from years past had shown up again, and how she would suffer.

That was one dream - then the next one went on for a while and then it came to me telling people, that I would have dreamt last night of throwing my bag out of a window. A friend of mine goes - yes!! I have dreamt of you doing that as well - how stupid - out of the 23rd story-window and your camera was in it - and she knew more details.
Me - noo - it was only the third - got to go look for it..
And then it dawned on me - that sounds as if we had a shared dream!!
I thought about going on the forum and opening a puzzled thread - and explained to my friends, why I think, it can't work, and that I needed to search for a rational explanation, but couldn't for the life of me see one with all the details.
Stupidly, it didn't strike me as a strange idea to go around the hospital and search the ground for my bag - nobody knew where exactly that room had been.
It wasn't possible to access the ground around it so easily, so I got into a belated Christmas market in the middle of summer and other obstacles. And got woken up while still searching.

Something quite similar had happened to me before:
In a dream came a memory of having had a dream with exactly the (unfamiliar irl) setting of the actual dream - and my conclusion was - that prior one must have been a precognitive dream!

.../I see the dream in 3rd person. There's a gang lead by 3 guys who have the worse behavior. The others just follow them without thinking. They are sort of a extreme-right wing party. We (a bunch of nerds) are living in a room next to their place of reunion. One of the leaders commands the troop to fire our room by incinerating their wall first and then he goes out with the other 2. I see it's a stupid idea what they are about to do. The lower ranked guys start to fire their wall, it burns all. They want to spread the fire from their side to ours, but they start having problems with the fire in their own room first. I think if we help them to solve that problem they will follow us. We help them to extinguish the fire using pancakes. Now they are on our side/...

.../It's twilight. I'm following a dark cat which shows me some secret things buried on the ground. Something about a gold ring/...

* Alarm clock went off
* I lost many dreams because of I went late to bed. I wasn't able to wake up after them to take some notes.

* Nap after work:

.../I'm walking with my older daughter on another recurrent dreamscape street. There's a group of women walking in front of us. I notice one of them looks like one of my relatives. I tell my daughter she's my cousin, then she recognize us. We give us a hug. The street ends on the top of some escalators. Her parents get there from the lower platform. I have to confirm the other kid's flight ticket. She's at home, we are going to pick her up. She has to flight back tomorrow, otherwise I have to think when could it be. My uncles invite us to lunch in a good restaurant. I explain them we have to pick the little one first and I have to think for the new flight day/...

.../I'm playing pool. I didn't know I have improved so much my game. I'm playing pool like a pro, I'm surprised! The balls look a little bit older. The cue looks like a scratched long wooden stock. I don't care, I love the game. I fail a ball, it's not a problem because of I'm playing alone and try it again. I put my hand deep in the pocket to take the balls back and try again. I perform a lot of very good tricks, I'm amazed! There are lot of tables in the hall. I'm next to a wall. Two guys are playing on the other side. I miss two balls out of the table. They roll where the other guys are playing. One of them kick them back. I thank him/...

* I've started to draw fast sketches of the scenes again.

Morning of May 14, 2014. Wednesday.



The first part of my dream was quite interesting in a personal sense and was like a “breakthrough” event which I have not had at such a deep level for some time, I think, especially as it had sort of “clever” associations with some other recent dreams. (For example, a recent dream featured the term “Kill Zone” and this one had “Send Zone” as part of the last event. For a long time, my dreams have sometimes had concepts that repeated in twos for two days in a row, or sometimes threes; for example, the patting someone on the upper back from their left, stuffed animals as a possible “threat”, and several others.) Also, it related to my wife’s dream of the same time period in a very deep and unusual way (relating to the “other” apparently and some sort of energy sent back through time).

I am not sure of the location or address (it seems to change several times, actually) but I am with my family. There is some mail that is piled on the bed for some reason, both opened and unopened. Some of it is old junk mail, I think, which has supposedly remained unopened for quite some time. I pick one larger envelope up and feel something hard inside that is thicker than paper would be. When I open it, I discover that it is a plaquette similar to the one in some ways that I have had from a very young age in Arcadia (and still have on the wall now; it had been left behind in the post office as unopened “junk mail” by a member of the “other’s” family). Instead of the tan/pale brown, though, it is pale blue. The motif is a bit different, the surface is smoother, and the message is different and somewhat shorter. Unfortunately, I do not remember exactly what it was, though it might have been “Count your blessings, not your sorrows”, I think - and at one point the plaquette is oriented perpendicular to the other one in that the message is longways (what you would call “landscape” as opposed to “portrait” in graphics terms). Still, it seems the finding is great - being very important, and seems like some sort of deep immersion into the Source, almost like finding a personal treasure that you had all along.

Near the end of my dream, which I will write before the middle of it, there is some sort of blog on the Internet that talks about different religions and “fabrications” - similar to the theme of fabricating dreams in some ways. (Although it was published on February 24, 2012, I had never seen it before, so this turned out to be precognitive for me relative to the usage of the word “zone” and some of its associations in the actual article - as well as my wife’s experience relating to someone being her friend only if she gave them snacks - and it included the picture of the exact same plaquette I found as a child, which I found intriguing but of the usual “precognitive energy” and familiar validation feelings I have experienced day to day since early childhood.)



In my dream there is also talk about the “Send Zone” as related to the Source (although the real-life blog was similar to the one in my dream, it was not exactly the same throughout - it was a bit more “generic” as well as slightly political regarding world affairs), which is implied to be like an egg-shaped (or teardrop-shaped) realm of bright blue light. I am trying to work out the liminal area or “threshold”, but it seems sort of ambiguous in concept - as if I am always “already there” - somewhat like trying to work out from a map how to get to a certain location when you already are in that location and there are no boundaries or individual aspects - hard to explain - or like holding “a glass of water” under the surface of a lake. It is difficult to relate because I feel such an understanding of “oneness” that there does not seem to be any sort of “division” (or separation of any kind) and it almost seems as futile as someone trying to find the “border” of where a light in a room slightly changes in midair - or, “everything inside the circle is the same as everything outside the circle”. The blog seems to represent some sort of confirmation. I feel quite “giddy” and blissful, filled with positive energy. Then again, I did do about six hours of intense imagery projection and affirmative meditation prior and reached a point of clarity that actually seemed stronger than at any prior time in my life.

The middle part of my dream was quite bizarre and went through several changes. Firstly, I seem to be in the front yard (northeast corner) of the King Street boarding house. There is some sort of very large three-tiered anthill which seems more like a man-made structure. It also seems like some sort of composite flower-petal-themed circular water fountain structure (without the water) and like a merry-go-round or carousel (but not turning). To my right is a bookcase-like structure (with three vertical divisions and at least four horizontal “shelves”) that the ants somehow created or utilized in a special way. There is one compartment where the ants are keeping their eggs. Another compartment holds at least six dead mice (of different random colors including white, brown, and black) lying mostly on their sides on top of each other and are being stored for food. At this point, the ants might have spider-like attributes, because I sense the mice were captured and stored by some sort of webbing. I notice a few ants come up from the ground and I somehow “pet” them without incident.

Then, I am suddenly aware that this place is actually “also” a large “mouse nest”. Several mice playfully come near me from the center of the “fountain” structure and I pet them as they scurry about. They are of several different colors including browns and grays. Some of them seem more tame than others. This is quite vivid and pleasing.

Later, the construct is now some sort of three-dimensional clothing catalog, primarily featuring beachwear and sunglasses and such. There are images of dark-haired girls (on three different tiers of this holographic “catalog” or supposed commercial display) in very unusual multicolored bikinis that seem to implement various complex tiki pole designs over the front of their body. For example, the top part (or bra) might represent the “eyes” of the tiki pole, with strings coming down and crisscrossing - with additional cloth forming a complex colorful “nose” and then the bikini bottom completing the “tiki pole” with the mouth area of the tiki shown or the hands going across or both in the print. This seems like an entirely new concept and a modern fashion statement and each design is quite different.

Finally, in the last part of the middle section, the construct changes into some sort of different store display, yet belongs to us - and we now seem to be at our present home. It seems almost like a giant three-tiered buffet display or cake stand, while still seeming like a water fountain or merry-go-round structure. There are several slight depressions in the “petal” structures (one in each “petal”) all around, that hold various items in each, most of which I find to be older View-Master reels, some in sets of three (most separated from the old-style packets) and some singular “demo” reels of the kind that used to come with the View-Master itself. I ask my youngest son if he had seen some of them, but he apparently has not. There seems to be something about not mixing them with the others until they have been ordered and viewed the first time.

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it's been a long while since i've actively tried to lucid dream. the last couple years have been a bit of a blur, as i was in a dark place. I can recall becoming lucid in a few dreams from the fewer i ever recalled having. pot wasnt very conducive to my memory.

i've been trying the last three days to induce a lucid and i managed to incubate it enough to have one today

awake
thoughts
dream
lucid

i'm taking a nap but i wake up only to find im in my van. wait, i didn't go to sleep in a van.
here we go.
i decide to take flight, but upon gaining lucidity my vision goes and i can't see anything. i can feel myself vibrate as i ascend through the van's roof. everything is still black and doesnt seem like its going to change so

i wake up

i guess i forgot to try stabilizing, maybe that would have helped.

i go back to sleep only to have a couple non lucid dreams that i don't recall

I had a dream that my family and I were traveling to some sort of event (it may have been the Kentucky Derby or some wine tasting sort of thing). The place at which we arrived was composed of rolling hills and vineyards as far as the eye could see. I'm a bit hazy on the order of the events, but i can remember that I traveled down into an underground shoppe beneath the rolling hills (sort of like a Hobbit home). It was rather quaint and had many strange items which appeared hand made and wooden in nature. There was only one other person in the shoppe besides me: a young woman with brown hair who was running the place it seemed. It is strange in dreams how you can possess an inexplicable attraction to a simple projection of your subconscious; such was the case in this dream of mine. I was drawn to her, and for some unknown reason, I felt the need to speak with an Irish accent to her. Somehow, I was convinced that this would attract her to me, and it did. We kissed and embraced and so forth. (It was so strangely vivid, and i can recall my emotions in the dream almost perfectly still. I imagine this vividness was due to my rather large consumption of apple juice before going to bed that night.) The last thing I remember about the dream was my sisters, who were digging in a part of the underground shoppe for some unknown reason. That's about all I can remember. Isn't it amazing how wonderfully random and creative dreams can be? It seems you can't consciously make this stuff up. So beautiful, one of the mysteries of life.

#315 - DEILD/OBE - 4:14AM

I wake and go to DEILD mode. I focus on relaxing my body and soon vibrations start. They are really weak at first but the more I relax and focus the deeper I get. I feel my body fade away as I focus on lifting up and out. As I transition I feel forces pull and turn me this way and that. There is some fear that astral beings are attacking me but I remember that the cause of this is that I have been reading too much nonsense in search of a more consistent technique for WILD. I tell myself that this is all in my mind and focus on seeing. I have the sensation of slowly opening my eyes and find myself standing over my night stand. I look at my hands as they rest there. I begin hand rubbing as I make my way out of the house. Darkness returns and I try voice commands. In a rich, velvety radio voice I loudly say, "Stabilization now. Visualization now." as I peer into the darkness.

I am now standing on my front porch. It seems to be a bright sunny day and I take a look around. I notice that though my vision has cleared I am still a little nearsighted. I turn to explore and see the neighbors north of me now have a larger house made of brick. I see a man in the yard doing some type of work. He looks a little like CL but I don't think I know him. I walk over to him and shake his hand. I say, "Hi. How are you?"
He responds something pleasant but I am not listening. I am focused on how solid and real his hand feels in mine. I see something like a short square sliding glass patio door on the side of his house. I tell the man, "I am going to phase through your window now." The man seems really nervous and afraid as he follows as I dive, phasing through the glass. I look behind me. He has to physically open the small window/door and climb in.

I notice that I am standing on hardwood flooring that is in the process of being refinished. The fresh stain feels wet on my bare feet. The man seems upset about it so I tell him, "It's okay. I'm a ghost." I feel that should explain everything and wonder off to explore the house.

In the next room I see something like an open dumbwaiter. There's a little girl in an old fashioned dress playing in it. I feel like I should say something to her but all I think of is, "Give me a high five, nigga." I put my hand out and the girl tries to slap it but she goes right through me. I decide not to get caught up on this so I move on. I come to something like a kitchen/dining area. There's a weird spot were there is not enough room to walk past the oven without falling into a low section of the living room. I barely get past and suddenly feel mentally fatigued. I have a strange feeling like all of this is too hard to hold in my mind and I am forced to let it go as I wake up.

The Interview - NLD - 6ish

I later have a non lucid that the night shift lead, Lucy, is at the Joplin Globe having a job interview in the front lobby. I am sitting in a rocking chair feeling very sleepy. I close my eyes to dose off but shake myself awake. There is something on the TV. The interviewer seems very impressed with Lucy and hints that she is pretty much hired. "But first lets make this look good on paper." He gives her forms to fill out and asks her more questions. I do some visual awareness noticing Lucy's face. The details are very vivid with no abnormalities. The TV is demanding my attention now. I see Johnathan Taylor Thomas in a Santa suit. I find this odd but my wife walks up and explains it all. "Christmas in July." I wake to the alarm.

13/5/2014
before 3am

I was in my room and leaving when I noticed this nasty bug on the floor. I went into the kitchen to tell my father we needed to call an exterminator, and he replied "it's fine, those are just moths before they become moths". I then watch as one morphs into a cocoon and suddenly there are quite a few cocoons littered across our floor, which I still thought was disgusting. (I think they ended up just disappearing because they werent in the dream anymore)
I then also remember someone pulling up in our yard in a truck that looked half monster truck near my deck, except my deck was either not there or signifcantly smaller. Also we had no fence. someone said "That's joey wilkerson" and he kept on slowly driving by our yard, and then I think he just disappeared. Then my two of my friends came pulling in in a truck but they never came out, I just knew both of them were in it and that it was there truck. The windows were tinted and so I couldn't see in.
Also I noticed the lighting was fairly dim like it was a bit past dawn (like 6-something am)

that's all I remember

I was in my house. It was night time, and I was the only one awake. I make my way to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I notice something strange, my eyes were extremely dilated. It was like i had just taken some acid. I had no iris whatsoever as my pupil took over my eye. It was nothing but a pupil. Almost immediately I felt a paranoia creeping up on me. "What if someone sees me? What if someone notices my eyes?". These are the thoughts that cross my brain. I feel strange and time is incredibly slow. I wander about my house, periodically checking my eyes in the mirror. Sometimes they shrink slightly, but for the most part they are gigantic.

I am on this road and there is this crazy, deadly Japanese game show that came to America. I don't remember much from this dream but I remember that there is this arena. It is part of the game show. A guy falls off the edge to his death.

Hi, I'm Marcus. You may remember me from threads such as "2014 Lucid Goals" and "What happened? Post Your WILD Attempts, Good or Bad, Here" (well, probably not).

Thing is, a while back I promised myself to get back into Lucid Dreaming. I gave up initially as I had to focus on exams. Before this, I managed a few fragmented LDs here and there; nothing special.

So, after these exams, I thought "well, now that I have so much free time, it's time to get back into Lucid Dreaming!". The problem was, I was so used to letting time pass by without a thought in the world, of not being aware of the very thisness of the situation, that getting back into it became exhaustive. This, piled on top of the even more demanding life of Sixth Form college, left me pretty much unable to do anything, as I was so focussed on work and that awareness once again fizzled away. The fact is, my second attempt at building awareness and achieving lucidity was worse than my first.

Once again, I find myself craving that ability to do whatever I want without a care in the world. I also believe that I could harness this skill to learn/improve other skills (this is something I want to experiment with). Also, the feeling. Oh god, the feeling. That first moment you realise you're in a dream is something sensational! Your entire perception of reality suddenly doubles over at this point; submitting to the ultimate roundhouse kick to the groin that is your imagination, because you think of all the possibilities. Then it's all over.

Back to the point, I find myself nearing exams once again. I don't feel as though I can begin building over the charred remains that was my self awareness just yet (these metaphors are killing me!). Then there's the excitement of spending my waking hours looking for a suitable University, then starting the proper half of my A-level course, then finishing my A-level course, then preparing for more exams, then finishing those exams and waiting anxiously for the results, then hopefully going to University.... On the plus side, I do have a few weeks holiday soon so I could start then!

I must say, if, over the next few months, I manage to reacquire my relatively limp ability to lucid dream, I will be happy. In the meantime, I may occasionally post some more Journals because a) I find it fun to write and express my feelings towards what is potentially the entire world and b) there may be those of you in a similar position to me, whether it's school, college, work or whatever, you may be finding that daily life detracts from lucid dreaming. So for now my goal is to achieve one Lucid Dream by the end of July. It's not much, it gives me time to finish my exams, but it's a start. If by some ridiculous chance I do achieve one in this time, my goal will double. Is this a world first? An exponential LD goal? Surely not!

Summary (if you want to skip the irrelevant "my life is so occupied, and I'm complaining about it!" crap):

• Have one lucid dream. Case of achieving one in time frame doubles goal

Also, any advice is warmly welcomed! Thanks for reading.

So how the dream starts I'm in a confuse false awaking before I fall asleep then wen I sleep I wake up in a dream yet the clarity an clairvoyance sometimes isn't as powerful as my past sleep states not to say that I know I'm dreaming or not I notice my surrounding a little more crisp than what they usual are as the dream continue on I notice I'm going thru Dream transformation yet I'm not. Human while I sleep I see thru the eye of a blue eye monkey so while I struggle with lucidity to sustain my dream form I have a non-lucid transformation trying to get the clarity of a lucid being if I don't become lucid enough thru the first transformation I then induce a lucid consistent trance where I try an confused my non lucid mind into thinking I'm still trap in a dream state that I could fall in an out of sleep into while strengthen my lucidity with each dream transformation the trance lucid form of myself as a blue eye monkey become stronger an my lucidity also heightens taking. Me thru a new plane of Hi.

Last night, I had my second lucid dream. In it, I became aware my mother, who I had just been talking to, had vanished. This sparked lucidity, and I euphorically ran down a track at a college I live nearby to, shouting in triumph. I nearly lost lucidity, so I calmed down. I've never flown in a dream, so I tried. Nothing happened, even though I knew it was a dream, I knew I was able to fly if I had the expectation present. Disappointed, I saw my sister walking ahead of me, but she was walking funny.. like she was made of melted putty, swinging her arms and legs strangely. She transformed then into a large, sinister character with a monstrous face torn in some parts to reveal his skull, which was slightly on fire, wearing a trench coat. Rorschach meets Ghost Rider, then takes nightmare steroids and grows. He strode quickly toward me, then transformed into an obscure acquaintance. My desire in dreams is to talk to DCs, so I asked him, what do you represent? He answered, you, now. He walked away, gaining a blue toga and a massive bow, like a Greek hero, or Kid Icarus. I looked into the sky, which started to fade to black, then back down to retain my dream awareness. I tried spinning to a new environment to no avail.

Knowing this was a lucid dream, I started looking for some lucid booty, and I am not a pirate. I asked several women I saw to undress, but they vehemently defended their honor as any woman in a street would, making me feel self-conscious and slightly abashed. I walked into a nearby building and couldn't change anything. Nothing, I was in a very low degree control over the dream. I talked with a couple people about making plans to go to another dream, and they were drawing up plans for it (a cruise in a wondrous tropical sea with a boatload of girls), when I walked past a man I knew sitting on a couch. He said, Matt, this will always be a part of you, then proceeded to molest a girl I know who he was next to, who was sniffling and unresponsive. Enraged, I lost sight of creating a tropical paradise and wanted to hit him, though I'm not generally violent. As I moved slightly toward him, I merged with the girl on the couch, who turned into a very close lady friend, and the dream turned sexual.

I woke up feeling angry, ashamed at the disturbing content and thrown off in general. Did I expect to be turned down? Was the amorous ending a reward for trying to attack evil, or did I give into my anger and become the evil itself? Mainly, I see the strangeness of it all as being caused by my inability to control and manipulate my dream environment (not able to fly, create new dream, etc.). If I had been flying, I think I could have escaped the nightmarish elements of it.

The real unanswerable question is, why are the two evil characters in the piece, the fearsome monster hero and the predator, a part of me, and how can I either integrate them into my psyche... or destroy them? Love your enemies despite their wickedness, even if they are within, or are these weeds in me that I should be rooted out and burned?

5/13/14

Last naight bed 12:30am - 8am

DR:
I'm in a Japanese dojo. It's quite large. There is a group of us. I recognize one person from my school. We are suppose to learn some new skills. Right now we are being taught swordfighting.

A sensei in long Japanese garb of dark color is swinging with a very long and curved sword. As he swings, he makes sounds and yells out words in Japanese. (we were talking with mismagius last night about our dreams of Japan).

I'm kinda embarrased to be yelling "hayyyyaaaa" and stuff like that, so I'm kinda not wanting to do it.

When the class is over, I understand that I can't advance, unless I learn the Katana. So I look up some books that I know sensei was learning from, or recommended. I find 2 books. One is called "Marble [art, fighting, or something similar]. I'm flipping pages and there is so many of these yells in japanese, that you have to yell out at specific sword moves. I'm like, wow, this is like a whole script, how am I suppose to learn this, all in Japanese.

Had tons of other dreams, seems like dreaming all night.

5/13/14*! ~1020 150-2:30 NLD recall+wakefulness 4:10wake from LD up til ~5am DJ+windows. ~6:15; More recall, 735 up

Notes: Went to bed a little early and early wake back to bed after only sleeping 3.5 hours but did not do much except think about my recent dream scenario/taking control/being bold DILDs and visualizing it happening again and becoming lucid. Also right before bed I do my simulation of the levitation RC and visualizing moving straight to the task of the month.

I am in a movie theater / restaurant (it was one and then the other) and I head to the bathroom where (on the way) there is a sign that says something like "additional bathrooms to the left with additional amenities!" But I go to the closer one right in front of me am I standing at the urinal when over to the left I see there are a couple of women in another wing of the bathroom taking a peek at me and I let them have a little look but I still don't quite realize I am dreaming yet. I come out and C (wife of A) is in the hall and asked me to wait but I mostly ignore her and I look over into a room down the hall and I think "that looks like M" one of my wife's good friends. I also see M by the same name who is one of my son's friends and that's when I realize this must be a dream to see both of them together in the same odd place (as opposed to a party at my house or something). I say something to that effect and I try to levitate and at first it feels
more like my simulation but then I try again with more intention and confidence and it works. I float up into the air and fly-float around the room. I continue into another room down the hall already thinking about the musical performance task of the month and there is a band already playing and an empty drum set but no drumsticks and there is a crowd gathered set up more like a cocktail lounge with tables throughout and for the most part 2 people at each table, small round tables throughout the room. I tap on the empty drum set with my finger and then turn around and face the audience and start air drumming while imagining the song and while feeling the strong emotion of it: "I can feel it coming in the air tonight" by Phil Collins as planned. The drums start to appear although a little fuzzy and I keep playing and having a blast. Recalling the additional specifics of the task, I look around at the room for the reaction and the crowd seems mostly disinterested, not paying attention. Each table seems to be talking amongst themselves. (Later after the transition in the dream I try to think of another task and I decide against trying the Limerick and I think was it something to do with getting or giving a flower, no there was Sivason's idea of creating a field of flowers but that didn't become one of the tasks, never mind just have some fun. Back to the transition.) I feel the scene fading but I still feel firmly in dreamland and I start spinning and it works again! I think the trick for me now and why I have time to do the spin is that I no longer believe that just because the scene is fading that I have to wake up)! This time I do not think of anything specific but after a short while I start to feel the sensation of floating in water (again) and the sound of the ocean, and again I tell myself I will end up in shallow water and sure enough after what feels like 10-15 seconds later I'm at the foot of the beach and look back at the water. In the
water there are two yellow objects: a small one close by and a large one that looks like an empty raft further out. I decide to go check out the smaller one close by and go back into the water and grab it and it is one of those kid's arm-floaties perhaps another childhood memory. I love smelling those rubber items because they remind me of summer water toys that have that distinct strong chemical smell and remind me of wonderful summers past . I get caught in the tide a little bit but I'm slowly being pushed closer and closer to shore before I decide to just fly / zoom on out of the water and on to the shore. I look back out to the water again and there is a big group of what I assume are natives coming ashore. They seem like a lightly dressed but advanced civilization due to their hover-like boats that they come in to shore on (& later by the way that they talk), each with their own "boat" for the most part, a few with small kids along for the ride. They don't seem to see me at first and just come on to the shore in front of me and start walking over to my right. I call out to them and one man who seems to be the leader of the group comes over to me. I ask if they can bring me two of their most beautiful women. Just behind and next to him is a beautiful woman that looks quite a bit like Natalie Portman and I say she will be perfect. She walks over to me and seems fascinated by my mole as if it is some kind of sign and she kisses me on the lips. The leader guy may be with her and he looks a little jealous and he walks over to me also taking note of the mole and reaches around to the back of my neck and feels the bone protruding at the base of the back of my neck and seems to determine something from that and looks at me like I am strange and not like them. I tell him I come from a different time and place. It seems like a different time because it feels like if it were on earth it would be something similar to an Egyptian civilization but perhaps I'm not even on earth in this dream, thus a different place. This woman is so beautiful and I just hold her standing side by side admiring her body and touching her firm buttocks. She's wearing something like an intricate string bikini with lots of extra strings/straps wrapping around her waist area and connected to the bottom piece and something similar to her top covering but less strings/straps at top. It is beige in color as is the clothing of all of them. She is a great kisser! I start looking for the second woman and there is a younger one on the ground half-naked with no top on and while looking around and all the people I start to fade back to bed and can tell that I am clearly awake now. What an awesome dream! 146

I later had a false awakening where I was writing down my sports dream where the other player cheated in order to score. While reviewing the notes I noticed that what I wrote didn't make sense and I woke up.

I will be brief on these 2 sexual LDs:
5/9: cute woman, see her naked backside at beach and feel bold and recognize that as a dream scenario=DILD, I went over to her and she gave me a very realistic bj, a very good bj that felt like it would be "professional." Another couple came in and the lady was very cute and was right next to me so I tried to reach back and open up her blouse while getting the bj from the original cute woman but the guy with her took her away. The bj portion lasted several minutes at least. 144

5/10 ex's family (talked about her this day) cg peeking at me changing, feeling frisky but don't yet realize I'm dreaming and go to bed in the dream: in dream wild...wow I think, I started dreaming quick!...as soon as my head hit the pillow! I'm dreaming! Same room cg + other women. Put her hands down my pants and go for a while before seeing another beautiful woman and walking over to her putting her hands down my pants feeling her "ahem" moist through her underwear and then we both get naked and I put it in and out slowly and I talk dirty to her and she loves it. Nice lengthy LD. 145

I woke up at 6am and couldn't get back to sleep until after 8am. I began to drift off to sleep and immediately started dreaming that I was standing in a room staring at a painting. I felt confused for a moment, then remembered I was just trying to get back to sleep. Yay dream! So I started walking and thought of the telekinesis task. I felt like my mouth and voice were paralyzed though. So much for the performance task. I tried to speak, and I could make noises but my mouth was locked shut. You know, like when you try to speak without opening your mouth? Really weird.

It wasn't long before I realized that my vision was beginning to get all washed out. Not a very stable lucid at all. So I just stood there for a moment, then this is weird: I felt another set of eyes open, and everything was stable and I could speak. I didn't do anything to 'stabilize' the dream, it was more like I needed to wait out some kind of transition phase. This isn't the first time it has happened to me during a DILD, but it's the first time that I had the understanding that I just need to do nothing and wait it out.

I'm skipping some stuff due to time, but there were a couple things with mirrors. Anyway I decided to lift a cell phone without touching it and I did it. First time for me. Then I started lifting people. One was my store manager and I lifted her, made her to horizontal, and spun her around and around and she was screaming the whole while haha.

Then I thought to try the performance task. Singing wouldn't be an issue but where was I going to get a band and an audience? I went outside and saw an amphitheater with a band at the center! I ran up to them and asked if they wanted to perform some Heart. One guy said sure. I wondered if I could 'lift' people from the horizon with telekinesis. I focused on the horizon and lifted my hands, and a row of maybe 10 people appeared and I dropped them into the audience seats. I did that maybe 3 more times. I started singing a Heart song but forgot how it went, and suddenly the band and I were performing some Barbara Streisand.

I'm running out if time gotta go to work. Ill post more later but I have to say that I got booed really bad for singing Streisand hahaha. I just laughed in the dream and decided to get really obnoxious and sang Magic from Xanadu. A fun dream for me.