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#328 – DILD – 7:30AM

I have a non-lucid before a DILD that I found really interesting. I walk into a kitchen with a patio door and a dinning table. I walk past Canislucidus talking to a “real-life” version of Joe Swanson from Family Guy. CL is saying something about having to take his relationship to the next level with his girlfriend. Joe is giving him some sage-like advice. I don't recall the words but the sound of his voice is very prominent and there is talk of pregnancy.

As I sit at the table, I somehow equate CL's imaginary relationship problems with my Father-In-Law and his ex-girlfriend. I think she is way too old to get pregnant. My wife is setting to my right and I try to verify what's going on but I don't understand what she is saying.

I forget all this when I look down and realize I am eating a bowl of something. There is a man in a business suit at the other end of the table eating the same thing. I speak to my wife about what I am eating and it's contents. It is called “Rat Pack” and has Honey Nut Cheerios, honey roasted peanuts, honey roasted almonds, and raisins all covered in honey. I think this would be better with raw quick oats to make a muesli. I enjoy the sweet and salty taste but after awhile my mouth begins to feel dry. The businessman at the end of the table starts choking and gasping. I think he should go get a drink. After a moment he leaves like he's about to vomit. I worry that I should stop eating but I feel fine so I continue. After a few more bites I wake up.

I fervently recall the dream and the recipe and the name, “Rat Pack”, I feel like I can't move when I try to record it and I fall into another non-lucid dream.

I am sitting on the floor writing on a white tiled wall with a dry-erase marker.
“Cheerios.” “Peanuts.” “Almonds.”
Someone passes behind me and comments on what I am doing. I glance over my shoulder and assure he or she that it's just dry-erase. This person seems satisfied with that answer and walks away. When I get to the last of it, I am now in a grocery isle writing on large economy-sized cans of product. I leave feeling slightly awkward.

I find myself in a hospital. I really have to pee so I enter the first restroom I find. I am shocked when I open the door. It just just a sterile white empty room with a blank slab where the sink was. Everything has been removed. I leave, stop at a nurses station, and find a dark-skinned woman in an old-style nurses uniform complete with the hat. I tell her, “All these bathrooms are cleaned out. Sterilized! There's not even a hole in the sink! That one, and that one, and that one, and probably that one.” I point as I speak. I don't recall being in so many restrooms but I believe it here. There's a restroom to my right that I haven't been in, but I am sure its going to be the same. While I am speaking and thinking things out, It dawns on me that this is probably a dream but I continue on without a break in my monologue, “Now this is either the Twilight Zone or I am dreaming. I am pretty sure that I am dreaming so I'll just make a bathroom.” I notice there are now three nurses at the station just wordlessly looking at me. The other two look a little more modern in style. I give them a quick glance as I walk away.

When I enter the restroom, I am pleased to see a toilet and a sink. I shout, “BAM!” and close the door. I really feel the need to pee so I do just that. I realize as I am peeing, that this will do me no good. I feel no relief and worry that I will actually pee the bed. I keep a check on the sensation of peeing and assure myself that I'm not actually peeing. I push a little harder and pee a little more to prove it to myself. Gutsy! I know I am dreaming and none of this is happening but I go ahead and finish up by washing my hands. The liquid soap and running water feels slightly numb but otherwise realistic. I stare at myself in the mirror. My face is blurry and watery but mostly normal. I make faces at myself and do a really hyper-crazy dance. I am just so excited to be lucid in a dream!

I forget about drying and leave the restroom. I feel the water dripping so I wipe my hands on my pants as I head back to the first nurse I saw earlier. I say, “See? I made one over there. You better use it while it lasts.” The nurse has a suddenly surprised look on her face. Her eyes are wide as she hurriedly scrambles over the top of the counter, making a mad dash for the toilet. I am very amused as the dream fades. I really need to pee!

#327 – WILD/ DEILD chain – 4:53AM

I started this WILD at 4AM and while it took some time to relax and quiet my mind I don't recall it feeling like an hour long experience, though the dream was really long. Perhaps I woke to vibrations and didn't realize I fell asleep? I spend a lot of time bouncing from vibrations in SP to little dreamlets to transitioning out of bed to DEILDing back to SP vibrations so I don't really recall all of it. Most of it was boring garbage anyway.

The main part is that after another DEILD, I saw the bathroom light on so I go in there. I take a good look in the mirror and I look mostly normal. Then I do a variation of Canislucidus' summon. Instead of reaching behind myself, I close the door slightly and blindly reach into the bedroom hoping Dthoughts would show up. I end up just grasping at the air until my hand switches in my physical body causing me to have to DEILD again.

There is one transition were I am just walking in the void but I can see the silver cord. I don't get very far and I have a falling sensation back to my body.

I lucidly observe a lot of dream content but don't take any control. It was interesting to act out a dreamlet without even trying. I guess that explains a lot of erratic behavior even while lucid. I recall one where I am on my knees on the floor next to my wife in bed. We are talking and I have a phone in my hand. I push play and I hear a conversation with my daughter then I hear myself in the podcast. My voice morphs and changes. I decide to take control hear and do a little hand rubbing but the dream collapses back to another DEILD.

One of my bedroom exits my wife calls my name but I ignore it. I am not sure what happens next but I don't get very far.

I try to phase through the bedroom door as I hear my wife calling my name again. This time I decide to stop and listen. I try to ask her “what” but my mouth is stuck shut so I try to communicate telepathically. “What babe? What do you want?” but she never responds.

There was a lot more experiences but nothing worth noting. I eventually roll over and hope for a DILD.

Date: 6/21/14
Time Slept: 12:15 am to 8:30 am
Dream Quality/Recall Upon Waking: Average vividness, clear recall
Sleep Schedule: irregular, getting on schedule, sleeping at leaf 8 hrs
Pre-Bed: Looking movie and trying yoga nidra CD
Waking Up: Ok with clear recalls.
Number of dreams to recall: 3


Residential Land

I dream again about this residential land, where there are few plots available, i have the feeling that is the same place than other times. Its a nice place on a hill, where people is building houses, condos, and small villas for tourist. I have the feeling that its on a vocational area, but i don't recall seeing the see. I have the feeling that i have to grab the opportunity, before all the plots are taken. I was walking down the street, looking the house that are being constructed, the condos etc.

Traveling to a foreign land.

Now i am in another place, traveling with my backpack, i am traveling alone, but i have few friends in the sam hotel that i am traveling. I have that also its the sam recurrent place that i dream, the same hotel with stairs, elevator, etc. Its nice with few restauran in the hotel. I am enjoying the place, going to have dinner but alone, the feeling its ok, because i am traveling alone, same feeling that when i was doing business trips. Then i have a vague recall of going to train station.

Traveling out of India.

I am leaving India, so i have to pack, apparently i was in the same place with my brother, but he was not leaving, so i was packing, and i was done i check it again and i was forgetting a lot of stuff, the feeling was one of confusion and worry, Since i had to go to the airport to try to buy my ticket!, i did the bag, but i still have the confusion of not knowing how many bags i have.

Then i arrived to the airport, and i go to an office (like immigration) and my passport get kind of lost, the people there is kind, but easy going, they go somewhere, i it takes in the dream like one hour! i remember being complaining about waiting almost one hour, and feeling worried that since i don't have my passport i can to go a buy my ticket!, the guy that was doing the paper work left the office because he was doing other important things (he speak another language not indian, he says its hungarian). Then my girlfriend, decide to enter the office and speak with the friendly indian woman, that way i get my passport really fast, but because i am in a hurry i forget my backpack there. I still feel the confusion of not knowing exactly how many bags do i have.

I'm withdrawing from a few meds right now and been having some fairly crazy dreams.

Crazy dream 1:

A bunch of pikeys moved into my bathroom. It was pretty awkward going in there to use the toilet because they'd all stop talking and stand there watching me. I felt bad that I would be stinking the bathroom up when I'd do a number 2, but I had no choice in the matter, when you have to go you have to go.

Crazy dream 2:

I was in some twisted gameshow, involving animals and children and the fat guy from Hangover 2 (the fat gangster that was after them for the gold, he was the host of the gameshow). The first episode it was nighttime, and I was in a paintball fight with a bunch of kids, they were annihilating me, and the whole time I had a chicken down my pants. It was disturbing and I felt bad for the chicken so I had to get him outta there. By the end of the gameshow, the fat guy from the hangover 2 was telling me what the next episode was gonna be, it involved my head stuck in this trap thing, there was no way I was gonna do another episode so I smashed the trap device thing and told the fat guy he "no more of this ****ed up game show, I'm done", so I went on a bit of a rampage destroying things. My strategy worked, I came to an agreement with the fat guy and one of the kids, that there'd be no more episodes. I woke up covered in sweat, relieved that it was over.

Crazy dream 3:

I was planning a way to get on a plane for free, there was a teenaged girl helping me with the scheme, the plan was that I hide in a corner, then when a car is pulled out of the drive way, I sneak into the trunk and hide in a suitcase. Things must not have gone as planned, I didn't get in the suitcase and next scene I was hanging off the side of the plane in mid air, trying to get the door open. There was anoter guy hanging off the side of the plane with all his suitcases. I was shouting "open the door, open ****ing door" but it wasn't working, they wouldn't open up. I understood because opening it up would mean the crew would probably get sucked out the door. Then I noticed there was this cabin thing on the side of the plane which people weren't supposed to use in mid flight. There was an African guy in there, he told me this is how he always travels and that you just need to hang onto the railing when the plane is descending so you don't get sucked out the door. We both had a laugh about it because we knew we had the right idea, we didn't pay a penny for tickets, and this method of travel was much more fun than being stuck inside the plane.

It's been 7 months sense I last posted so I will do a lot of updating

This dream had a lot going on but the part I remember the best is the last part. I returned to my home where I lived with my parents, brother, and his fiancée. (The home was a complex that housed multiple families and it was raised above the ground) when I got back I found that this stranger was trying to steal my money, but I managed to run him off and get my money back. When I returned to my room afterwards I found that my stuff had been stolen. I became furious and went about looking for the criminal when I found they returned to the scene of the crime. It was two teenage girls. The blonde had been the mastermind, and I got her to confess by pinning her to the ground via holding her neck and waist down on the ground and I started trying to stretch her when she finally agreed to bring my stuff back. They left after showing me everything was back in my room when a pretty African American woman came to our place. She asked to speak with us in private, so my parents and I followed her outside. She told us that she worked for the government and they discovered that missiles were going to be launched at America wiping out half the population and we were in the spot that was going to be in the center of the explosion. She wouldn't say who was launching them, but she said our family had the option of buying tickets to a train that would take us to an underground bunker. We only had enough for 4 people and my dad agreed to stay behind. My parents went inside to start packing essentials while I looked up at the sky to see a solar eclipse. I became very frightened and shook my head then looked back up to see a normal moon in the sky, so I calmed down a little. I started packing my stuff, then went with my mom to put our things with my aunts because they said they'd let us put our stuff with theirs. I noticed that everyone in the complex was packing, but there wasn't a panic. It was a very intense calm, the air was heavy with fear. The sky started flashing red and my aunt told me it was practice for the people who had to stay behind, so they would know when to brace themselves. It was a very dark night even though the moon was full. As I finished packing, the speakers came on and said it was time to board the train. We got our stuff and filed down the ramps to the station. As we stood about to board, it finally sunk in that my dad wouldn't be coming. I could tell my family cared but they wouldn't show it. They stood on the train waiting for me, but I couldn't board. My dad and I don't have a close relationship and it's like this dream made me realize how much I cared. He insisted I get on and I finally did. As the train pulled away I couldn't take the pain and shouted "I love you!" With teary eyes. He shouted it back before he got out of ears reach and the train descended underground. This is where I woke up.

This dream was very emotional for me. I felt such an intense mixture of fear, pain, and anger that I was genuinely glad that it wasn't real when I woke up. Any help with interpretations are appreciated.

This was my latest lucid dream that happened a month ago in May of 2014.
My wife and I were walking along a street in a city. It was day time. I became lucid and took her hand and we began running along and then flying together still holding hands side by side arms outstretched. We flew along the street and then up and out of the city. There seems to be a gap here because the next thing I remember we are still flying hand in hand but now we are high over a snowy mountain scenery. We see a Buddhist temple below in a valley near a lake, there is snow on the ground. We swoop in and land at the edge of the lake. There is a Buddhist monk there to greet us. As we walk up to the monk my wife bows to him and he is like giving her a blessing and an interesting things happens for just a fraction of a second. As he lowers his head I see out of the side of my eye his face change into what looks like the evil lord in the Star Wars movie. His serene face suddenly becomes evil looking for a fraction of a second but then is normal again. I shrug it off thinking it must just be me and it was in the side of my vision. Then we follow him up to the temple. As we approach the temple a tiger comes out to meet us, there are other monks about too. The tiger is friendly enough although very large and follows us into the temple.

As we enter the temple I don't see my wife again in the dream. I enter a room with many monks sitting on one end of the room facing me (Tibetan monks). The head monk (the one who met us) is sitting in the middle and beckons me to sit before him. The head monk tells me that he has something important to give me. (I am still lucid and quite excited by the auspiciousness of the dream). He says before he can give it to me I must repeat these words after him. He then begins to chant out some Tibetan? words. I am suppose to repeat the words but I feel it is like I am giving an oath only I don't know what the words mean and so I am reluctant to say them. Concerned about this I turn my head from him and look to the other monks, one of them is a Westerner and I ask them "can anyone tell me what he is saying?". (I don't know why I didn't ask him as he was speaking English eariler).

At the moment I ask the question he stands up with a look of disgust and without saying a word walks out of the room. Other top monks follow him. I suddenly realize I had made a terrible gaffe and had disrespected him by turning to the other monks. I feel terrible. The Westerner monks tells me it's ok, it's ok, and says he will talk to him and leaves the room. I wake up after that.

Comments about the dream: This is one of those significant lucid dreams that I put a high reality value on. I even think the the Westerner monk is a character I've seen in a previous significant lucid dream. As some of you might have experienced, some lucid dreams just seem to have a special feel to them, like the characters in the dream are more than just products of your dreaming mind. When I awoke from this dream I had the strange feeling of being torn between two positions. One I felt terrible as I felt I had made a terrible foopa and blown an opportunity to receive some significant piece of spiritual information or blessing. But also I felt strongly that I may have just dodged a bullet. That my seeing the evil monk for a flash of a second was important and that I was being tricked by appealing to my spiritual greed into making some sort of pledge that would not have been in my best interest. In which case I was lucky to be lucid enough for even in a dream not to just repeat any oath that was given to me to say. In which case the monk got up not out of disgust, but for seeing I could not be tricked.

Now some people may think I'm crazy to put such importance on a dream but all I can say is that based on my long experience with dreaming and life that I put much more reality on dreaming and much more dreaming on reality than most people may do.

Be well, -DreamRealEyes

June 21, 2014

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orange text = Lucid


Okay, so this one was really weird and hard to describe. I'll do the best I can. I went with my parents to a property they recently bought in the northern part of the state in which I live. We were camping; I was in my own tent while my parents slept in another tent a few feet away. I couldn't sleep very well because of this super-duper annoying-ass cricket that must have made its life goal to keep me awake.
Anyways. This is the dream(s?) I had:


I was with my parents on the same property we actually were visiting; but it was in the near future, when the house we're planning to build there had just been finished. But it "wasn't open" yet, and we were staying in the same tents were actually were in, out in the yard. I had woken up because of a really annoying cricket (this is why it's so confusing. I think I may have fallen asleep and inserted everything before this point, but not actually dreamed it...? I may have also unintentionally WILDed. I HAD been thinking about it as I tried to fall asleep all night, so I was in the right mindset for it I think?)

Anyways, it was only about 6am (in the dream), and I had just woken up, but I was still tired; I got out of the tent because the cricket was being a bitch, and walked around outside. The sun was nice and warm, and I wandered around a bit. I thought I saw an old friend of mine, whom I met online a loooong time ago. He was walking around the other properties surrounding my family's. But it didn't really look like him. I had the strong impression that it was Alex, though. But I chose not to call out to him, mostly because my parents were there and it would be weird, or something. I walked around for a while, always noting where Maybe-Alex was, and eventually stopped seeing him around. I was so tired still, so I laid down in the grass to try and sleep. Here, it was strange, because I knew I was outside, but at the same time I was also inside and could see a kid I used to babysit peaking out of a crib at me and giggling. It was a bit like when you let your eyes try to battle each other for what you're seeing. Sometimes it's what your right eye sees, and it's sometimes what your left eye sees. It's hard to describe, but if you don't have a dominant eye, like me, you might better know what I'm talking about...

Anyways, then I must have fallen asleep for a bit. The next thing I knew, my parents were waking me up and telling me it was about time to get going. I told them about seeing the kid in the crib, when I thought I saw Maybe-Alex out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked at the spot where I thought he was, he'd vanished.

And then suddenly, there was a hand on my right shoulder, and Maybe-Alex was saying to my parents, "This little SLUT isn't quite so innocent as you think." And then all hell broke loose.
"What the fuck Alex, why are you saying that?!"
My mom yelled at me, "Kestrel, is that true?!"
And they forced me to go to a doctor to have a test done. The Doctor told my parents, "It's true, she's no longer a virgin." And my mom started crying and yelling angrily at me, my Dad turned his back on me and left the room with my mom. (this wouldn't happen IRL. They know I'm not, and don't really care. I mean I'm 22 for crying out loud)

So I'm laying in the hospital bed in the empty room, and the door opens. Maybe-Alex comes in, and I look at him, hurt. "Why did you do that? What did I do to make you call me a little slut?!" He would never do that IRL. Especially not in the tone he'd used. His voice was so malicious, so manipulating and cold.

"I had to be sure the mother of my child is hated by her parents; that way she has no where to turn but to me." He was so fucking calm and cold.

"And you think I'm having your baby?" I rolled my eyes.

"I know you're going to have my baby." And he locked the door. He came toward me with a really wicked grin on his face, and I suddenly felt scared. "There's no way you're Alex..."

"Nope~" He said in a singsongy voice, and I realized I must have been dreaming. I did a Reality Check, and it turned out I was dreaming.

I stared at whoever the guy was, and asked him, "are you The Face?"

"That may have been me. But that's not my name." He'd sat down at the edge of the bed, no longer threatening. He was still grinning a bit maliciously, though. Maybe it was more mischievous.

"Well what is your name?"

"You can call me whatever you want."

"I want to call you by your name."

"Not this time~"

I narrowed my eyes at him and suddenly remember the challenge of the month. I decided to try it, so I repeated, with the same singsongy intonation, "Not this time~"

He just raised his eyebrow and stared at me, silently. I couldn't tell if he was confused or just blank. I waited so long for him to say something else that the dream destabilized and I woke up.

June 20, 2014

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Loud Soup

I was in a really, really tall building. The room I was in was sort of sticking out of the building, so that the floor beneath my feet were some thousand feet in the air. I remember looking out the window and being terrified because there was nothing holding the floor up except that it was attached to the building's wall. I was with an old woman and her granddaughter, who was a little older than I am (I'm 22 in case you're wondering)

We were eating soup, and I was for some reason swallowing REALLY loudly every single time. I tried to be quiet about it, but couldn't make my swallowing less noisy haha!



She Got A COW?!

I was living in a coastal city; there was a huge crane building something in the harbor, and there were two or three very, VERY large sailing ships. I was there with the backpacking group; we all lived there and worked on building things in town. We lived in dorms and our lives were fairly well controlled, but not oppressed.

One day we had a field trip to a city along the coast; we were going to take a tour of a mall/factory thing.
We all got on a bus, and a large screen reading 5100 turned on. As the bus moved, the meter ticked down (it was at 5010 or so when we got to the location) and it marked how far we could each walk for the day, but I don't remember what units it was in. During the bus ride, I remember turning toward the window to look out over the ocean, and as we crossed a large suspension-ish bridge, I could see the huge crane from our hometown, as well as the huge boats.

When we got to the mall/factory, it was decided that Zukin would be our group's leader, and she started making really weird faces at us all. As I get off the bus, I make a note to myself to get a new wallet while we're at the mall/factory, since my old one was getting worn-out.

So, Zukin had this weird look on her face basically the whole tour. It was a bit like that face you make when you're pretending to be a fish. We walked through the entrance into a large, high-roofed room with shops along the walls. It was oval-ish in shape, and we walked toward a hallway to our right. It led to a production line-type-thing where we learned how they took these large black stones and carved them along one edge to reveal bright, rainbow iridescent layers. Then they carved a flat line for a base to stand it up on, and then patters along the edges. On the other flat side, they carved it so that there was only a very, very thin layer of black on top of the next colorful layer. They then carved pictures into that edge. The pictures were all different, and because the black layer was so thin, what ever got carved out wasn't a deep cut, but still revealed the rainbow beneath, and so the pictures that were revealed were really colorful This about those scratch-away art pages that were so popular in the 90s.

At the end of the tour, we each got one to take home. Mine had an anime-style picture of a girl with long hair and bangs leaning on her elbows. She was laying on her stomach on a bed, and a blanket was covering her from the stomach down. She was holding a book in her hands and looking at the POV with a surprised look on her face.

Zukin got a cow on her picture. I was so jealous.

Anyways, we all got food, as well. There was oatmeal and yogurt, and fruit and such. It was a very breakfast-y thing. I sat down at the table, so that Zukin, who was at one of the heads of the table, was to my right. So I was in the seat to her left. I suddenly realized that everyone else had sat on the other side of the table, not next to me. I suddenly felt really alone and inadequate and unwanted, and then I woke up.

June 19, 2014

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LOTS AND LOTS OF SHIT.

I was pregnant in this dream. I don;t remember if I was in my home-town or my college-town, since the main streets from both cities were definitely in the dream... Maybe I was in both cities at some point in the dream.

So I had no idea who the father was, for some reason. Everyone at the office at which I worked assumed it was my coworker, who said he loved me. But I'd refused him because I didn't love him. In my dream, the part I remember most was in the car on the way to the hospital for a checkup in the last few weeks before I was due. I was asking my mom, who was driving me, if it was okay to use an epidural. She said it was fine, and I was relieved because I didn't think I could handle the pain (though IRL, I probably can. I'm always hurting myself and get migraines so natural childbirth should be a piece of cake ;D *bricked*) I remember that my mom started ranting about all the shit (literally) involved with childbirth, and I was laughing.



Light Switch

All I remember is that it was pitch black, COMPLETELY pitch black (like a complete blackout in a cave. NO. LIGHT. AT ALL) and I was trying to find a light switch.



Blitzball

I vaguely remember being immersed in water. I may have been playing Blitzball.

I am walking out of school with C. Outside the doorway, my old English teacher Mr. Bell is handing out bibles. I tell him that I hate the bible; C and him laugh. There is a bible on the ground and I kick it. Now C looks mad and she goes off to her bus. I get on my bus and make my way to the back. The last two rows have seats all the way across. I take a seat between two boys slightly younger than me. One pulls out a pipe and they both start smoking weed.

At the grocery store I work at (a combination of both stores I work at now), there is a bit mountain of cardboard boxes that are used instead of grocery bags. Inside this pile, lives several vampires. My job is to grab a few boxes, and pretend to shop to discourage someone from stealing, but I am nervous about being attacked by the vampires. I think about how fast they are, but then decide that I'm pretty fast too, and could punch them, probably knocking one out if I had to. Since there are several, I fill my mind and body with love for everyone as protection, and go to grab some boxes. I feel energy inside me, like bright sunshine, glowing through every part of my being. This seems to offer the best protection against vampires, and they leave me alone.

Following a suspected shoplifter around, I put in my cart what she puts in her cart. She grabs the last of the carrots, and now I don't know how to continue like this, so I wander off until one of my co-workers asks me about these new white onions they got in. I tell him we've always had them, they're just the regular white onions. Another girl comes by and confirms that they're not new, and their PLU is 4166.

I go into a house, and get bit by a diamond back snake, grab it and throw it across the room. It bounces off the wall, but comes back fast to bite me again. Running out of there, unsure of whether or not they are poisonous, I pass a few people I know, then end up where I started before. This time, I decide not to go in the house again.

I go up a hill in the woods with lots of old, some dead trees, and see someone sitting behind a fallen down wall, inside the barely recognizable remnants of an old house. He tells me to not make any sudden movements, as he's discovered a rare molecule that has never before been found. Using a microscope that's about a meter long, and as thick as a pineapple, he stares into it while he talks to me. I congratulate him, but this seems to distract him from his work, as he now uses the microscope as a telescope, and tells me about all the things he can see far away. My head is next to the middle of the micro/tele scope, and for some reason, I can see what he sees through it, even though I'm not looking through it, but next to it. Kind of like that illusion where you can make it look like you have a hole in your hand if you hold a tube next to it and look past both with both eyes, only with magnification, and without actually looking through it.

I then notice that I can also hold my hands in front of my eyes, and still see everything past beyond them. The scientist guy tells me that this is the "Adrianna Effect" which gives all this a legitimate sense of normality to me. I play with this as I walk back down the hill and find myself in a temple with a few monks. They are wearing karate belts for some reason, and ask me to help color in one of their stripes with a permanent marker. This turns into a big scene with a river and I'm shading it in using colored pencils very nicely.

I get offered some free coffee, but don't really want it. Going back into the temple area, I sit down in front of a tiny table, with a tiny house on top of it. Inside this house is an enlightened being, radiating pure energy. I decide it is better to focus on this than on the picture I was going to draw, and just take it all in.

Okay, so another dream about graduation. This time I get to choose teachers to give this special award to. And it's basically the worst thing you could ever imagine trying to do in a dream: Filling out a chart. Yeah, that's right so in order to give one of my teachers the award I have to sign their names nine times as some kind of formality.
Doing this in a non lucid dream took forever as every time I looked away, the names would change all over the place, boxes would go blank or get filled in on their own. After like half an hour of dream time had ticked by, I finally had the chart filled out. A woman came in, asked me if I was done, and took me to find my teachers.
She leads me into the back. I follow a maze of hallways and rooms. At one point, I come to a set of stairs with a sign posted at the top: This way to Nuclear Reactor. If I had been lucid at this point I would have gone and checked it out, but being non lucid, I just thought 'Well, that can't be the right place...'
We continue walking and then lucidity hits me like a sack of bricks. I don't want to instantly break the flow of the dream. I run my hand along the brick wall as we walk picking up some stability. I begin to think of how I could alter this dream to better suit me. I think that my dream guide is sort of a teacher. What if I could nudge the dream so that we were going to see her rather than my waking life teachers.
Turns out it's neither of the above. We arrive and the woman who led me here (almost as if she is scared) runs off. There is simply a small boy who is dressed like a teacher, and spinning a pen around on his finger. The boy turns to me and gives me this evil grin. I focus in on his face and forget about the environment. He begins to distort and transform in a freakish way and becomes a horribly ugly middle aged man. He then throws the pen at me and mid-flight the pen becomes a spear.
I snap away from looking at him and realize that we are now in a meadow. There are trees in the distance, but this looks like a very large arena-like meadow. I turn to one side and the spear flies past my face. (I don't know why I was dodging the spears. I've already done regeneration before. I could surely have regenerated from any wound that I received.) The dream character pulls more pens from his pocket. I dodge several of the spears and try to get in close. The DC runs away with almost superhuman speed and heads up a large hill. I jump and begin flying as I chase him.
When I get to the top of the hill. I see him there. He throws two more spears, and I dodge both of them while hovering in the air. I see my sketchbook on the hill. I get an idea to use my sketchbook to get me something to defeat him. I tell myself that whatever appears on the page when I open it will be how I defeat this dream character.
I open it and it is a picture of my friend S. When I look at it, I think about a lucid dream S told me about where he was a human-animal hybrid with a blue Tasmanian Devil that had blue fir and Ice powers (Sounds like an awesome dream.) That would be perfect. I tell myself that S will appear and help me face the dream character.
A giant ice comet crashes down in the valley below me, forming a large crater. S stands up, and he is a blue human-animal hybrid just like he described in his lucid dream. I grab the evil dream character and lift him into the air with me. I look at S and tell him to hit the character. I then throw the evil dream character right at S. But rather than hitting the character back at me, he just stands there like a deer in headlights until the villain character hits him. There is a large explosion and I wake up.

Journal Entry Lucid # 53 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: I meditated before sleeping. WBTB.

Lucid Dream # 53, day: 06/15/14, time: 3:32-5:47 Am"":
I am playing a video game, it resembled Saint Row IV. The character I had didn't have telekinesis as his power. I thought if this was a dream I would have telekinesis. I realized it was a dream.
There is a big bag in front of me that impeded my progress. I used telekinesis to lift it and toss it. (I awoken for a split second and I closed my eyes and I am back at the dream). I see a lake of lava. I am on a floating platform, like the one from star wars. I see a women on my platform. She started to shake the platform back and forth. It flipped. I nearly fell into the lava but I used TK to stop myself. She landed on some pipes. My shoes then started to melt. I started to fly and kept on flying. I went to the rooftop of the building. I landed on a stove. It melted my shoe off and I felt a little hot. I couldn't move my shoe. Someone offered to lift it for me, I kindly told them no. I wanted to freeze it. I thought about how I would go about tackling this problem. I remembered what my physics professor told me "there is no such thing as cold their is only the absence of heat" or something like that. I put my hand forward and imagined me taking away the heat that it is producing. I see all the heat rise and come towards me. I didn't feel on my hand though. The stove was icy cold now. I then tried my hardest to remember the TOTM but I couldn't get myself to remember. I woke up shortly after.

6/24/14

Last night bed 10 pm - 4:50am

DR at 3:30 am

1. Asian family is mine

2. There is a street race withvery loud cars

3. This third one is a kind of a dream, that stays with you for very long time.

So I'm standing on a beach in French Guyana.

I'm in awe. It's unbelievable. Only sand and water. No trees, no nothing. Just the way I like it. Sand and water.

They have these huge flood lights on, illuminating it all. Sand, water, air... Like those huge lights at football stadiums.

The whole area is of one color. The most georgeous blue I can imagine. The blue, that makes me cry from sheer happiness. I mean sand is yellow, air is air and water is blue, but it all has this bluish/greenish hue.

I only realize the lights were on, when they turn off. That's when i see that the skies are starting to get brighter, as morning is approaching.

Only now the brilliance of the blue color comes out in full force. Words can't describe it.

I look to my left and I see some people in the water. It surprises me how fast they got there. It looks like it's some kind of a water sports club. They are all standing on sticks that are horizontal, laying on the water. Like a paddleboard, but they have one for each leg, and they are skinny just like a stick. They have one long stick in hand to propel themselves with it.

I see some waves, gently splashing against the shore. it's so inviting, I can't resist. I say I'm going in, even if I dont have bathing suit. I walk in up to my knees and water is splashing against me, making me all wet. It's warm.The bottom is pebbly, like an aquarium. Not sandy. Pebbles are very colorful and clearly seen through translucent water. I point out some sea shells to someone, and pick one up, only to find a little crab living in it. I put it back and watch him scurry away.