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I enter a dream. Another WILD. Not extremely normal for me, but I'll take it.
RC/Stabilize. There is a car show going on and there are people sitting on a completely white stage that is spinning, with a blue Lambo on it. Ophelia is talking on a microphone, I recognize her voice. She introduces the next person as Canis and I perk up. She fades out and Canis starts talking about a red Ferrari behind him. I step out of the audience (I seem to be the only one there), and I step in front of canis. He waves and my alarm goes off.

Fragment 1 ,12:33 AM: Dreamer is teaching me how to WILD. A neat SL where I am "aware" that I am in a NLD. Driving in a car, with brightly-colored backgrounds to the environment. Dreamer's main advice seems to be relax and have fun. Dog bark and shout in WL from the street wake me up and out of this. Believe Xanous here as well, but not sure.

Fragments 2, 5:28 AM: Dreamer is teaching the whole DV community how to WBTB and incubate dreams. At some point I am nervous about my dream practice, but then decide that whatever I am doing is probably OK. More here but C/R.

Lucid, 8:45 AM: I am walking between classes back in high school. I am outside, and walking along a sidewalk outside. I glance at my wristwatch and realize it is 6:40 pm. I am confused, as I am not sure how it can be 6:40 at night while I am at school. I nose pinch and can breathe. I become lucid, but do not fully understand what is going on. I am under the impression that my WL body is asleep somewhere on campus (maybe I took a nap somewhere?) and that I will be late for class if I don't wake up. I try to wake up a few times (by "opening my eyes") and fail. I am surprised, b/c this has not failed me in the past.

Before I try to wake up, though, I decide to enjoy the dream a bit. I attempt to fly, and C/R whether or not I manage to do so. However, I do climb up a metal radio tower of sorts, and consciously make my body lighter in order to pull myself through the air and not damage the thing, fragile pieces of tower. In dream, I think I am adjusting gravity, lol. I try very hard to remember where I have fallen asleep, or what waking life looks like at the moment, but cannot.

FA: I "awake" from this dream into a world more populated with DCs, but same landscape. I am no longer a student at the school but am now a teacher (wtf?). I hear a PA announcement telling me to come to the dean's office. I follow, and am met by someone who demands to know where I have been. I explain that I fell asleep "up in some damned tower" and am told my picture needs to be taken. A ceremony is going on, and I am asked to partake in it. A special, heavy jacket is placed on my shoulders. However, the people involved soon find out I am not a Christian and take the jacket back! I don't care though and just wander off. Another announcement comes over the PA and says employees cannot leave until 4:30 pm.

Fragment 3: My stepfather taking family out to eat. My mom narrates this dream, explaining how he has exerted control over us using his wealth and influence (). He says something nasty to me, but I do not respond, as I am conscious of eating the roast beef dinner he has just paid for.

Fragment 4: A man is teaching children to LD. He explains that a good reality check for children to do is to stop breathing, and wait for a superhero to rescue them. He advises parents to keep a good watch on their child though, as sometimes a superhero will not arrive and the child may die. He demonstrates by saving a child who is currently not breathing (and obviously not being rescued via dream!).

Ritual: Went to bed around 12:50am. Woke naturally at 3:32. Seemed a bit soon to WBTB but my motivation was good and I recalled traces of imagery so decided to go for it. Drank guayusa tea and read Brooks & Vogelsong. Before going to bed did hybrid of SSILD/counting/affirmation while sitting in chair. Technique: counted incrementally while breathing slowly and deeply, thinking the number on each in-breath, and on outbreath rotated between senses (thinking "look," "listen," or "feel") and then adding an affirmation, letting it fall randomly between "always lucid" or "always aware." Counted to fifty in this way, though I was impressed how easily it was to lose track of the number (this is good, it means the mind is losing its focus on waking life) even while sitting upright in a chair. Returned to bed at 4:52am and continued counting up to 70 while lying on my back, then ceased the practice and turned on my left side to sleep. I soon realized that I'd overdone the WBTB a bit and was excessively wakeful, but consoled myself that I should be able to return to sleep eventually given how few hours I had gotten so far, and my chances for WILDing should be improved by this touch of insomnia.

I had made sure to fix a very clear task in mind: I had read about the "fairy tale" challenges on DV and they seemed potentially interesting, but I realized I should make a clear plan. If I did successfully WILD I would find myself in my house, so how would I go about pursuing the task? My idea was this: grab a loaf of bread from the kitchen, exit the front door, turn right and walk up the hill, where in a previous WILD I had passed through a tunnel and found myself in a deep, dark forest. I could leave a trail of bread crumbs and see what happened from there.

WILD #1: It took a long time to go back to sleep. Eventually I felt sensations I interpreted as the onset of SP: tingling and distortion of the physical body, then a sense of weight on my chest so localized and specific that I wondered if the cat had actually jumped on me, but the weight quickly increased beyond that of any cat. I was encouraged because it seemed like this transition was happening very cleanly and consciously, and turned my attention to beginning to "move" the non-physical "body." I was careful not to wiggle my fingers or adjust my limbs lest I break SP, so I concentrated on unnatural movements like full-body rotation. I could begin to feel my body swinging in a horizontal rotation but didn't yet have enough traction to "get up" out of bed. Suddenly I felt a vertical "lift" as though my body had floated up several feet, and the next moment I was standing on my feet next to the bed. "And I'm up!" I thought to myself, pleased.

I noticed right away how dark it was, and despite the clarity of the transition, I did not feel well-integrated into the dream body. I deduced that this was probably a consequence of weak REM-state, given how little sleep I had gotten before the WBTB. I thought I'd better do some stabilization, so I touched some surfaces around me and then rubbed my hands together. This felt lifelike enough, so I became too easily complacent and didn't do anything further to integrate... a mistake, as it turned out. But I was pre-occupied with performing my task and didn't want to get distracted to the point where I never left the antechamber, as so often happens, so I rushed to get started.

I moved swiftly toward the kitchen and picked up the bag of bread from the counter as I passed through. It felt quite full, and I recalled that I had bought a new bag just the other day in waking life. Although the environment was still very muddy and vague, I could easily find my way through the house out of habit, so I headed straight for the front door. As I was crossing the threshold, I noticed that the bag of bread suddenly felt very light, as though there were only a few slices left. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should return to the kitchen, but didn't want to be distracted from my task, so I figured, "That's alright, I can always manifest more."

I walked out into the night, the outdoor environment no more distinct than the indoors had been, but I knew where I was going. I turned right and began to walk uphill, reaching into the bag to start dropping breadcrumbs. To encourage the right environment to appear, I started muttering under my breath: "Entering the world of Hansel & Gretel. Entering the world of Hansel & Gretel." But I only got off two recitations before I abruptly awoke. I realized my error at once: the dreamspace outside the antechamber is always less stable, and in my impatience to get started on the task, I hadn't integrated properly before exiting.

I lay for a long time in the position I woke in. Often I can seamlessly re-enter a WILD if I half-wake and don't move. But this was no half-waking: my mind was fully awoken and I soon realized that holding my position would be of no use, sleep had well and truly gone. I used the bathroom so it wouldn't pre-occupy me later and returned to bed, lying on my other side now to make a fresh start. By now the sun was rising so I got out my sleep mask from the drawer. I hate wearing it, but I could tell the light would be disruptive today. I considered checking the time but was trying not to stimulate wakefulness any further, so deliberately decided not to. It was evidently around sunrise, anyway, which occurred at 6:01am today according to Google. That was well over an hour after I had finished my WBTB and the dream can only have lasted a few minutes, so it must have taken me a very long time to fall asleep beforehand.

WILD #2: I lay on my right side and tried to keep a positive attitude: of course I can do it again! I re-WILD all the time! Not usually from such drastic awakening, admittedly, but I didn't let myself focus on the negatives. I wondered if I should rise and write a report, but reflected that there was little to report apart from the exact wording of the phrases I had thought or spoken, and these I had already scrawled in my notepad. The rest, what little there was, would be easy to remember. So I let go of those worries and focused attention on my breathing, remembering not to "try" to fall asleep but just let it happen. Eventually, it did.

Whereas the previous transition had been so vivid, this time I was surprised to find myself simply standing at the foot of the bed. I hadn't noticed the separation. But at least I remembered where I had gone wrong in the last attempt, and reminded myself: don't rush it. Get traction. Find something to do in the antechamber to better immerse yourself.

I noticed that this time the bedroom was full of books, stacked in messy piles and filling bags all over the floor. I figured that these would provide a good opportunity to more fully engage my senses in the dreamspace. So I selected a few and carried them with me as I moved out of the room. The kitchen floor was also covered with books, so many piles and stacks that was actually hard to pick a path through them. I was picking up volumes more or less at random until I noticed what was clearly an artist's sketchbook, a spiral-bound 9"x12" Strathmore, on top of one pile. "Oh, I should look at that!" I thought, and grabbed it. Finally I made my way to the living room, where I found a small oriental rug on the floor (about 2'x3', black pattern on a white background) and sat down on it to begin to peruse my books.

I chose the sketchbook first, because I was the most curious what I might find inside this one, and dream pictures tend to be easier to perceive and remember afterwards than dream text. The first picture I saw upon opening it was a portrait of what looked like a tribal chieftain, showing the upper half of his body and filling the whole page. He looked about middle-aged, with angular but weather-beaten features. The most distinctive element of the portrait, dominating most of the visual space, was the enormous headdress he was wearing. It wasn't made of feathers or any obvious RL material but seemed composed of abstract patterns with a Mayan styling to them. I took note of the colors. The headdress was all in shades of red, mostly an earthy brick shade. There were constrasting shades of muted green in the distinctive wide straps criss-crossing his body in various places. It didn't occur to me at the time, but the obvious deduction is that these straps were there to secure the enormous headdress.

After looking carefully at the first drawing, I turned the page. The next image I saw was more cartoon-like. The page was divided into four rectangular panels, each one the width of the page, and stacked vertically. There was a caption, though I don't remember if it was above or below the panels: "Doyle Oss Toss." How clever, I thought... until I realized that it didn't rhyme as well as I had thought at first, because I was aware from the start that "Oss" meant "Owl" but soon realized that the RL word had been distorted unrecognizably to fit the rhyme. My dream texts often demonstrate this tendency to favor rhyme and alliteration over comprehensible meaning.

The four panels showed the Doyle Owl being punted by a large shaggy grey wolf. The Owl was on the left, the wolf on the right, and the setting suggested the outdoors but was very plain, with little in the background to distract the eye. The sky behind them was dark. The first panel showed the Owl already in mid-air, with the wolf's head lowered, evidently having just head-butted it. The second panel showed the Owl about halfway down, in the act of falling, the wolf's head still lowered. The third panel showed the Owl having come to rest again on the ground, the wolf's position unchanged. The last panel showed the Owl lying on the ground where it had fallen, and now the wolf had lowered its haunches into a crouch and lifted its head toward the sky, howling in what I interpreted as triumph.

I think I might have spied one more drawing but I don't remember it, because around this time I woke up. In a false awakening. Which I didn't recognize. Responsibly, I immediately began to record the dream on my notepad, first sketching out the four-panel cartoon I have just described. After completing that, I started blocking out the tribal chieftain, and made some notes about the colors. I think I wrote about the green straps first, and when I started trying to describe the particular shades of red in the headdress, the dream began to evolve, and I thought I remembered dreaming that I was a sultan who had a vizier who wore a turban constructed of red cloth in various textures and shades, including a dark red kerchief. It's possible that this image relates to a drawing from the original sketchbook that I've forgotten, because as I was jotting down notes about color of his headgear a new visual appeared, where I could see the vizier from above and behind, with a clear vantage on the dark red kerchief, and I was surprised because I knew that I had not previously seen him from that perspective.

Before the FA could evolve any more, I woke up for real and recognized that I had just been writing my dream report in another dream, and I'd better get up and do it properly. In this case I didn't mind the delay because writing it down in the FA had helped cement the details in memory (this is not always the case). So I started jotting down my notes on the notepad next to my bed... only to realize soon after I'd started that even though I was more or less awake now, I still wasn't actually doing it, I was still just experiencing a kind of half-dreamed enactment of writing, and I should stop tricking myself and physically get out of bed so I could be sure I was doing it properly. So I got up and hastily sketched out the four-panel again—noticing with amusement how much crappier it looked in RL than in the more elegantly sketched version from my initial FA. I noted the time of rising as 6:56am, and recorded the rest of the dream on my laptop.

I dreamed I was driving through Colorado or something and there were these majestic snow-peaked mountains all around. I was down in a valley. I must have been speeding or something, because a police officer put his lights on behind me. There was no shoulder and I wasn't in a town, so I pulled into someone's driveway. I don't really remember the police officer or what he said. He might have just driven past me for all I know.

I decided to park the car and go up to the house. I walked in. The house was strangely quiet. As I looked around, a man walked up to me. He was a hillbilly and had a crazed look about him. He was carrying a suitcase and seemed in a great hurry. He told me he couldn't stay in his house anymore, and urged me, even begged me to take it. He said I could have it for free. Before I could answer, he was gone and out the door, leaving me to deal with his house and belongings. He might have driven off in my car. It wouldn't surprise me if he did.

I wandered about his house. The house wasn't very nice. In fact, it was very trashy. But he had the neatest stuff! Like a bottle that you would build a ship in, only filled with hundreds of other tiny bottles. Or a smart phone with tons of songs from the Matrix movie soundtrack. But the strangest thing was a set of toy soldiers, only the two opposing kings were missing. That disappointed me, because I wanted the complete set.

7/30 11-130 dream related to dream tracking and DJ / discussing how I will use alarm app with developer and when starting / beach town & hills / 4-430 wbtb LD! Office rolling stool - I am pushing this short rectangular stool on its rollers around some office halls. A lady is rolling her chair as well ahead of me but is a little bit slow and I make a move to go around her. The direction I went was a little bit of a long way so I have to speed up to make it worth it haha. At some point I realize that I'm making it hard on myself pushing this short stool around and I just pick it up and it is quite light. There's this beautiful brunette lady that tells me to grab one of these other kinds of chairs as well. I ask her if she is here to help me get set up in my office. I look closely at her face and feeling bold I tell her that her eyes are beautiful and I have one of my boldness initiated lucids that I was having commonly a few months back and I was reading about in my dream journal last night when I was looking to see thedifferent things I did when I would hit a little dry streak. Anyway, I told her this is a dream and you and I can have sex right here in the middle of the office all right now. I realize that I should be doing my first step for the competition and I'm trying to remember what it is and I finally think of mass telekinesis even though that was actually step 2. I feel the dream going dark not unlike the void but I don't think it was a DEILD and I just remain patient to stabilize and the sounds start coming back up and it sounds like I'm in the same place with lots of people around talking but when I look up expecting to see the beautiful brunette I get sidetracked and I get ready to pull my junk out and I look up and see my nephew and leave my junk covered. I think about doing one of my challenges to lucidity but decided to move on and went around the corner. I saw a black haired guy and thought maybe I can change him into the beautiful brunette in the hall (inspired by CanisLucidus' technique to summon Dreamer). I did my circular hand movement in front of his face that I planned to do for another task - not unlike a wizard or witch might do - and I get changes with each try. The first two times he just looks like a different guy but the third time he looks like a cute if somewhat tomboyish brunette girl with short hair. I hope this counts for some points because I didn't get many points going here. I start to refocus on my competition goals but perhaps I should have kept doing something at the same time because I fade gently back to bed and thought maybe I could re-enter the dream but I found myself fully waking up and ended up having to get up after running through the dream in my head to lock it into memory just in case. / record player playing a recording of something that I didn't want played related to a mistake at work. I was trying to carefully move the record needle to a different place on the record but the lever that you would normally put your finger on was very small and it was difficult to pick it up for fear of scratching the record. / ~645 sex with AB - I'm in an upstairs bedroom talking to AB from work and as I walk out of the room and start heading down the stairs I realize that she was looking at me in a flirty way...I'm dreaming...I decided to go back up the stairs into the room and she had already removed all her clothes. I asked her if she was touching with herself and she bashfully said yes. I reach down there and she is moist. We fool around quite a bit and I am getting ready to stick it in her mouth when I wake up. Possibly a false awakening as I don't remember doing an RC before going into my next dream. / dream discussing an idea for dehydrating then reconstitute for easier delivery (nothing related to my field of work).

Clearly I am letting sex get in the way of my plan for getting some points in the competition. Recall is improved with some lucids in between.

Sorry for all the tense changes and conversational tone, I rushed this a bit.

So I have some really fuzzy WILD that I admittedly had forgotten to stabilize (oops), I start off and I’m in my own dining room, but I’m standing next to a couple of dudes and I’ve got no idea who they are. Immediately they start saying they need my help saving some Princess; while I do like to see where the story in lucid dreams takes me, I recall how often I get annoyed when I get sucked into dream plots before completing my goals, so I tell them to wait a sec with a hint of annoyance in my voice and I walk outside through our backdoor onto the balcony.

My lawn looks a little bit Autumn-y, though I think the most unusual thing was the fog. Yeah, the area was pretty foggy, and I couldn’t see further than a couple hundred feet. I eventually focused on a few points here and there to try to clear up some of it and I find that far out past some woods are a bunch of mountains, which to me, are an obvious confirmation that I’m dreaming. For whatever reason, I decide to ignore these anyway and come up with a plan of my own.

These random dudes followed me outside onto the balcony and are wondering what I’m doing, and I basically just ignore them as I decide I’m going to fly directly up into the sky and somehow come crashing back down. I climb onto the railing of the balcony and make a confident leap up towards the sky. I don’t go very far—I end up kind of floating around a little above the house like I’m in space. The guys are watching me astounded, but I’m just a little frustrated as I try to push myself up towards the sky.

It was weird—first I tried swimming up, but it ended up going pretty slowly. So, instead, I tried to envision that the air under me would give me some sort of push towards the sky. Not only did it work and I felt myself suddenly rising, but it gave me the momentum I needed to keep going. Eventually I felt myself rising pretty steadily, the wind going past my face. Though it didn't last long, this moment was pretty vivid. I'd even look down and it would look like the ground was literally being eaten up by the fog. I kept rising, and I ended up passing these flaky clouds--they weren't soft and liquidy, but more like... thin cotton candy. Weirdly enough, my cat was sitting on one of these clouds. Just lying there, chilling, watching me fly.

I laughed at this sight, and took a moment to stop and lower myself down to him to say hi. He gave me a couple of blinks and I kept going about my way. I flew up and up, though I never passed or even saw space. I just kept flying up towards the blueness of the sky. It always felt out of reach, neverending.

Eventually I stopped, gauging it was high enough. I had no idea how high I actually was, or how long it would take me to fall. It was so foggy, I couldn't see the ground, and since I could never reach space either, everything around me was just blue. And I was just... floating.

Then my wonder turned to confusion as I realized the problem: how was I going to get down? While I was skilled enough in flying, I was certainly not skilled in not flying while flying...er, or something to that effect. All I was familiar with was landing, which I couldn't do a thousand feet in the air.

I got a little creative and came up with the idea of pretending I'm flying because I'm tensed up, or holding onto something. Although there was nothing actually there, I gripped the air like I was holding onto something, and I tensed up my body as if I was really trying to hold on tight. Though it wasn't visible, I did get the feeling that something was in my hands, and my feet gradually started dangling, as if it was the reason I was still in the air.

I let go, and I immediately started falling--well, everything was still blue, but I felt like I was falling. Apparently there's no such thing as terminal velocity in my subconscious, because it constantly felt like I was accelerating. I would go down and down, and the air would whip past me, and I'd get butterflies in my stomach. This feeling lasted for maybe a dozen seconds--it was right when I started wondering if I was stuck, if I'd have to wake up or get creative to get somewhere, when suddenly the fog unveiled itself and the ground was right there.

Yeah, fog is trippy, I didn't see the ground until it was 20 feet away.

I hit the ground on my stomach with a slight bounce, but it wasn't painful in the slightest. Actually, it was much more shocking, like a sudden adrenaline rush or as if there was an unexpected drop on a rollercoaster. I desperately held onto the dream though, feeling the grass with my hands and taking in how it smelled, and thankfully I didn't wake up. As soon as I was confident I'd stay in the dream and the shock faded, I stood up casually and brushed the grass off my clothes. I noticed I ended up in my lawn, so I started heading back up the balcony.

One of these other dudes asked me, "What was that for?"

All I said was, "Just proving myself as a God. So, what was all this about a Princess?"

Lucid dare done.

So now he started telling me about how some Princess was captured by this other clan in the jungle that they're rivalling against. Honestly, it's some cheesy plot where people go to war over some hot 17-year-old chick.

He starts telling me more but mid-conversation I feel the dream fading, so I let it happen and perform a DEILD. The moment I'm back in the dream, I'm in the jungle they were talking about.

(side note: still forgot to stabilize)

So the guys I was with were all dressed pretty urban-y like they were actually civilized, but these jungle people I'm with now are all dressed like cavemen. These guys expect to get their Princess back?

I went around talking to some of them to find they don't actually have any sort of plan to get their Princess back either. I'm a little annoyed, so I try to think of my own. I see one of the dudes I met earlier (still dressed civilized unlike the rest) and ask him for more information on our side, if we have any weapons or even a base. He tells me their clan is part of some snowy place which apparently borders the jungle (biome logic; are we in Minecraft?), but as I glance around for it, he hastily tells me that it's getting dark and that we should be getting to sleep. I ask why that's so important, and he says that the rival clan is guarding the snowy territory.

I then wonder why we're in the jungle, but I just kind of say, "okay, whatever," and lie in the grass beside him. Eventually that other dude that was with him in the beginning of the dream came by us as well. We just kind of hung out, not saying much, and I took note of how swampy and wet the grass felt. Vibrant green leaves were on the ground besides us as well. Eventually the dream fades, and I DEILD again.

It's nighttime, and instantly I stand up and think, "oh wait, this is the perfect time to do something important." I started basically writing the plot in my head--I decided that back in the snowy territory was some stone or whatever that possessing would defeat the rest of the clan (on hindsight, it really would've just been easier if it was in my pocket, but oh well). Now would be the best time to get it, because everyone would be asleep.

I made my way to the snowy place in which I just instinctively knew where it was, but to my dismay there were people all geared up with guns that were guarding the place. I wondered how I'd get away with this, then decided I would transform into an Arctic wolf as a disguise. Since doing this task, transformation has never been a problem for me, and I especially could relate with already having specifically transformed into a white wolf in a snowy territory. Most of it was will--I just ran through the edge of the territory, and looked down at my hands until they began pounding against the ground. I felt fur surround my body, and I knew the transformation worked.

I look around and the guards are completely ignoring me, I see this hill where there's this glowing blue stone at the top of it, so I end up trotting over no problem towards it. The guards continue ignoring me, and I even manage to get the stone in my mouth. I get a little nervous at this point, and just try to casually walk back towards the jungle. My nervousness gets the best of me however as I hear a shout to my right--one of the guards saw me with the stone, and boom, just like that, all of them were on me. I took off at full speed, somehow managing to dodge their bullets. I made it back into the jungle, but they kept chasing me, and the commotion quickly awoke everyone else. For whatever reason everyone else had guns too (maybe it was because of the stone?), and everyone was quickly wide awake fighting clan versus clan in a nasty gun battle in the jungle. I turned to human form as well which wasn't too hard, kept the stone in my pocket, and quickly summoned and took out a gun from my other side. It was a simple trick I used a lot in dreams: act like I was pulling out a gun from my right pocket, and it would suddenly be there in my hand.

What was most interesting about this part is that I felt invincible--nothing really affected me, but I could kill anyone by just looking at them. So I did, in plain sight as well, just shot the DCs I knew were from the other clan.

I don't really know why, I guess it was just coming to the end of my dream time, but I felt the dream fading once again. I knew it was getting late into the morning, so I decided that would be it--but not without taking the stone out of my pocket and quickly finding one of the dudes from the beginning of the dream. I gave him the stone and told him to use it to get the Princess back. He mumbled something back, but it was so fuzzy I don't really remember what, and just kept going about shooting these other guys. Because of that, I'm going to assume whatever he said was a good thing.

I woke up, and I like to think that they ended up succeeding in getting back their Princess from the jungle.

This one was from 28 July.

I had a non lucid prior to this one.

I was in a kitchen making something, my wife and daughter were in there with me. I started thinking about the non-lucid I had prior to this one and this prompted me to do a RC. I had to look harder at my hand than normal for a solid RC, but I saw multiple fingers and became Lucid: I left the kitchen and did another RC on the way out. I still had the TOTM elevator task in mind and went into a closet looking for one, imagining one would be there when I opened the door. I opened the door and nothing, I went for the light and it actually worked and still nothing. I roamed a bit more through the house and opened another door. It was a garage and the garage door was open, it was dark outside. I went outside and began to take to the sky and woke.

I think at this point I had given up on the advanced task for July.

I had these tonight. This was the first time I had been able to do a DEILD chain, I had at least 3 in a row but it felt like more, the first one is very fuzzy and I am not sure how I became lucid in it.

1. Like I said this one is very fuzzy and I only remember the end really. I was floating in an area with another, this area is hard to explain but I will try. I have never been in this sort of place in my dreams. It was I guess like a portal to anywhere I wanted to go in my mind. It was outer-space but I was floating around my brain. I was explaining to the person who was with me about lucid dreaming and how to do it and that we could go anywhere and do anything at all. I told them that we could go down in my mind or up into the stars. At this point I began to (from what I remember) float up and I came out of the dream shortly after.

2. I didn't let myself come all the way out, I didn't wake all the way. I realized it was a dream ending and I began thinking of something else, I thought of touching things and colors and textures. Almost right away I could feel ground beneath me and a picture began to come in focus. It was still rather cloudy when it came in but I rubbing a ground, dirt and there was a tree in the center. I then grabbed hand fulls of dirt and began to rub them on my skin to get clarity. I was fully in a dream again and LUCID! Cool! I began running down a street and I saw a blue tarp that I reached out and grabbed. I kept touching stuff and tried more and more to immerse myself into the dream. I had the tarp and I could hear the sounds and feel it. I saw a gated pool area and I had intentions of playing around in a dream and finding a hot DC. I got into the pool and could see this beautiful blonde girl getting out of the pool. She looked at me and just knew what I had in mind.

Spoiler for Naughty:

I went after her and she jumped back in the pool, I jumped in after her but she wasn't there. I looked up and saw a little girl swimming above me. Somehow I got out of the pool and found her again. I started to undress her and I laid her down on the pavement, I could feel myself getting excited and knew the dream would end soon. I had her top off and I was ready for her but I woke.

3. Again I didn't wake all the way and began thinking of another scene, along with the scene I was thinking of Scarlette Johanssen, I figured I might as well keep playing around with this since I have never summoned anyone before it might as well be her. Again I began rubbing the ground and picturing colors and textures and a scene came into view. I was in a kitchen with a black counter top and some tomatoes, it was some cooking type class. Scarlette was in the front of the class , the teacher was saying something and I said some comments about knowing everything about scarlette, everyone laughed.

Spoiler for Naughty:

I ended up getting scarlette on the floor, I got her top off and focused on my hand a bit to keep stable, I then got her bottoms off and focused on my hands again. I then began working on my bottoms and just gave up, it was very difficult doing everything at once and not losing the dream.

I then left the kitchen area and was on some streets. I was headed towards a strip club i guess, half naked women were all in the streets and I woke up shortly after this.

Very interesting set of dreams

I stand before a mighty king, surrounded by his advisers. We are all in front of a small wooden building, surrounded by strong stone walls, all sitting atop a tall plateau in the middle of a desert. There is a woman next to him who appears to be some sort of necromancer. I talk to her, and am able to receive visions of exactly what the surrounding area looks like. It seems to work by flying my field of view radially outward in a straight line at any angle I wish. I spy to the West, and see not much but sand. Snapping back to myself, I do it again, but a little South-West this time, and see a giant cave, with a huge demon beast guarding it, and some sort of portal inside. There are smaller demons surrounding him, and the whole area sits in a large crater with a tall ridge around it.

Suddenly, I am teleported to the edge of the sandy crater. Terrified of these demons, they are much stronger than I am, and I have no ability right now to fight them, I try not to get too close. Still curious about what else is around here, I look around, and peer over the top of the crater's edge. A giant half boar, half human creature wielding an axe spots me, and starts jogging in my direction. I turn to run, and see the woman who summoned me here just floating ahead of me, about 10 ft above the hot sand, smiling with a mischievous grin as she watches me run for my life. She gets the attention of a few giant animated skeletons, and sends them to attack me as well.

"Clearly, we have been deceived by her, as she is helping these demon creatures more than us." I think, as I run for my life back toward the stronghold. She morphs me into a wolf so I can run faster, but then casts a spell on me, that slows me down even more so than I was going before. Cackling with her head back as she does so, she slowly floats behind me, amused by my struggle. Still determined to make it to safety, I push on, and will myself to still be faster than my pursuers.

It works, and I manage to climb up a rocky cliff next to a waterfall, out of reach of the skeletons and boar thing. They don't seem to want to climb at all. The waterfall is coming from a river that flows through the stronghold, so this is a potential entry point to a safer location. I sense that my mom would want me to just climb back down, and use the side entrance gate, but that seems too risky with those beasts down there. Plus, this looks like an easy climb. I see that there is a 2 ft wide ridge, one side - a raging waterfall, the other side - a steep plummet to death. Stakes being a little high, I play it safe, and crawl forward on all fours, hugging the ridge as I make my way up.

The going gets much steeper, and I have to climb more than crawl. Still pretty easy though. Then, without warning, the waterfall surges strongly, overflowing the side of the cliff bank that I'm climbing on - nearly knocking me off. I pull a few boulders loose as I struggle to hang on, and hear them crash down the cliff, breaking other rocks away as they fall. The surge dies down, and I climb onward. One hand in front of the other, I pull myself up the edge. The incline lessens to about 60 degrees from horizontal as I near the summit. Right when I feel like I've made it, another massive surge comes out of no where, stronger than the last. I hold on to what seem like strong hand holds, but they pull loose from the ground. My footing also breaks loose as the water pushes me back. Determined to make it, I push my hands deep into the sand, up to my forearms, and hold myself in place.

The water, now covering me up to my shoulders, I feel very precariously stuck in this spot. Barely able to keep from being pushed down to my death, if I life a hand or a foot to make any forward motion, I will not have enough traction to keep myself in place against the force of the water. A woman in the stronghold sees me, and runs to get help. Two young kids walk up to me. They look like they're between 4 and 6 years old. The girl is dressed in a red dress, and the boy is wearing all blue. They just look at me calmly and smile from the grassy flat plateau just above me.

I feel my grip start to move in the sand, and know that help won't be here in time. I kick myself forward, using just my calves, and claw by just flexing my fingers, and in this way, painfully make slow forward progress. But it works! Another big wave of water hits me, but I continue to crawl forward and make it, cresting the ledge to safety.

The kids immediately take the form of West Highlander White Terrier dogs. They wear vests of the same color they had on before: the girl in red, the boy in blue. I recognize them now as enlightened beings, and thank them for helping me find the strength to survive and make it to safety. I hug the boy, and he bites me in the face, one of his teeth pulling at my right eyelid! I recoil, turning away and stepping back. I hug the girl dog, and she is much nicer, wags her tail, and licks me. I pet the boy dog, and he tries to bite me again. I don't understand why yet, but I still know they're enlightened beings and are helping me in some way, even if I can't understand it yet.

I walk up to the main stronghold area to where the king was before, and find him talking to the woman from earlier. He seems to now be aware that she is a spy, but is planning to use her for scouting the nearby terrain anyway. He tells her that she must explore the Southern and South-Eastern coasts of the huge island we are on. I watch as he gestures to the particular areas on an animal skin map, that is divided into named zones. As he gestures to it, new zones appear. He tells her, "Also, make sure you go South, to Dakota. Not South-Dakota, but New-Dakota, which is just North of Dakota." On the map, a glowing green line of light appears, outlining two new Dakota areas, one of which is then labeled as "New Dakota".

1. I was in school(wow 3rd night in a row, def. a dream sign.) and class had just ended. Earlier in the class I had discovered that I had the ability to fly. I was just sitting in my class and it popped to me. I walked out the class and thought to myself, "wow everyone is about to be impressed."
I spotted a ledge on the floor I was on(im on the 2nd floor) and I got a run for it. I was going to run and jump over the ledge and fly out of the school. I ran towards the ledge and jumped. Unfortunately my legs failed me and I didnt even clear the ledge. My legs just hit the ledge and I flipped over the railing and faceplanted on the first floor. REALLY embarrassing. Especially since I still wasnt even Lucid. (To be honest Im not sure at all whether or not this was a lucid yet.)
I walked out of the school and left. I went around a corner outside and to my surprise I encountered another school. It occurred to me that somehow I was going to miss my bus, so I started running towards the bus ramp. I dont know what but all of a sudden I didnt care about the buses and decided to go back inside(wtf). As I was on my way back inside I decided to try flying again. This time I jumped and took off, but I only glided and ended up landing on the sidewalk next to the school's entrance.
This is where things get a little fuzzy.
Next thing I remember was being outside in this place that resembled a camp. It looked like a desert. I was chilling with my friend Dylan at a flag pole. It was a little windy. I looked up into the sky and saw a huge cargo plane passing. As it passed it dropped off an ammo drop(at least thats what it looked like) and it was the size of one football field. I started feeling like I was in some kind of multiplayer game. I then told Dylan that I was going to go after that plane. I became Lucid. I then got into my dream hero suit. Slowly my body got covered in a thin, deep black liquid. Attachment 7459 He looked like this except his suit was all black, and he doesnt have a suit
I was becoming Orion Jay- a hero that I had created. Once my body was completely immersed in this liquid and my form was complete, I climbed up the flag pole and tried to take off. I was unsuccessful and floated back to the ground. I gave it another shot and this time I flew straight up into the sky. I didnt go that high, maybe 3,000 feet. This is where the dream ended.
(sorry if this dream seemed a bit choppy and inconsistent, I was multitasking while trying to journal it lol, not the best at that)

2. I was in my room, playing with two baby golden retrievers. They were the a little bigger than the size of my hand, and maybe a foot in length. I played with them for a while. I even picked one of them up and placed it on my drawer. I thought this puppy to be a girl because when I put it down it squirted milk all over my drawer. I cleaned it up and decided to put them away for now. A lady that was in my room with me told me to put them in this really small box, it looked like a shoe box and was a light yellow. I put the puppies in and I noticed that they were in a tight fit. They were literally smashed against each other. The lady then told me to wrap them up(wtf) in a thin sheet of wrapping paper. I did so, but apparently I did it wrong so she came over and took the puppies out and got two of my good friends to give me a lesson on wrapping puppies and any other objects. My friend Trey and one of my other friends I cant remember started teaching me. They got two small fake human babies and wrapped their heads. At this point, I felt pretty weird. I got on my laptop and somehow my friend Trey got on his as well. We both went on Skype and did a voice chat(Even though we were right next to each other). I dont remember our conversation but in the end when we stopped Skyping Trey said, "Dude they recorded everything, everything we said; our whole conversation." He was a little anxious about this and this is where it ended.

Unfortunately, because I didnt write down my dreams earlier, I forgot the rest. Tomorrow should be better.

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I forget why, but It's a long term chase. I'm sleeping in Melbourne today. I'm going to drive to France tomorrow. (what?) As I see the tall evergreens shade one side of the street, I enter the most comfortable rest stop in existence. Well, it would be comfortable if spies weren't everywhere. How am I not dead yet. So I put myself inside a toilet, remembering the spies would hear me if I flushed. When I leave, I manage to enter my cousin's apartment (It is 200 miles away.). I gear up, get my chicken wings, figure I shouldn't use the bathroom, and travel to the afterlife, in a car, while alive, and with my irl family. I need to use the bathroom. I open the door, a tiny room infront with the actual door to the bathroom. It's obviously a trap. Of course they don't have bathrooms, everybody is just out to get me, as usual. Avoiding that trap,(I never avoid any danger that exists) I plan with the group, but the constant traps have already thrown our morale into an incinerator. Even my good jokes can't help it. The battle is already lost...Wait, battle? Oh yeah, there was an assassination buisiness that was trying to run when I was annoying it. So that's why this happened. I think anyways.

Not a good night - went to bed late, didn't do a WBTB, no lucids. And I lost recall for a dream I really liked and which I remembered very well, when waking up in the middle of the night, but I was so stupid to expect, I would still remember it in the morning - nope.
I'll tinker with this post over the day - maybe some more recall will come back to me.

Dream #1: I was visiting a friend of mine in another city, and met her and a colleague of hers after they finished work, we then went to a flat, where yet another woman lived, and she had visitors. One of them was such a cute and sweet guy - he went around inviting people to a party he was about to throw that night. Came to me, too, and invited me, without knowing me. Instant crush! *sigh*. The friend of my friend was not so pleased about that - I think, she had an eye on him as well - everybody left to maybe meet again later there. I stayed with this woman living there, and she told me about how she would be so shy and how also the people with whom she talked would behave awkwardly because of it. She had a problem with her leg, it was swollen a lot, and the guy was supposedly her doctor and she called him to come back. But it wasn't him coming but somebody else, and she had put herself in the bathtub and looked gorgeous - grey mouse to photo-model transformation - but for some reason she was in the water with all her clothes - a red cocktail dress actually.
Yeah - maybe I went to that party - but that's all I remember - was a longish thing, though, with several scenes.

Dream #2: This was a half real, half internet discussion about atheism - partly I could talk with people in youtube videos - Christopher Hitchens among them, partly I was typing, and after waking up I could have reproduced more of the content, still. Besides the talking to youtube people a quite realistic one. What I remember is the (good) argument, that Jesus was a real person, because of the inconsistencies in the story, that it isn't streamlined enough to be a total fabrication - like where he was born (Nazareth/Bethlehem) and "only" having women as witnesses for the empty tomb etc. And that Hitchens brought his classical "celestial North Korea" line.
I spend too much time with this topic - but not even yesterday...

Fragment #1: I met one of my former professors and he offered me a job.

Fragment #2: A quarrel with my mother about a dog

Fight - 1

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It looks like I am kind of an agent/spy, a very well trained one. I am on a mission of protection some Persian Sheik's son.
I have to bring him somewhere. We go through the backdoor of a shop but as were about to leave the shop something explodes and I get thrown out of the shop by the force of the explosion. The whole store is on fire and there is no way the kid survived.
Years later I am eating in a restaurant when the windows bursts and someone starts shooting at the people in the restaurant.
I find myself hiding in the kitchen together with Justing Long (actor from Die Hard 4), but he tells me he can't do this, start running but instantly gets shot. I follow him and look through the shattered store front. I see the shabby street, gray and full with trash. On the other side I can spot a balkony, connected to the street with a ladder. I wanna look away but I see a person climbing down that ladder, obviously in a hurry. Thats my guy I think and start chasing him. He has his back to me and doesn't seem to be running away. As I am following me he starts talking. He tells me the name of the man he just shot and everything else. Then he goes on telling me about a 15 year old, left in the flames, scared and without hope. I realize he must be talking about the persian boy in the explosion and as soon I finish that thought he turns arround. He looks normal with a scruffy beard and short hair. But on his neck he has some metal attachements I don't understand. Also his ears are covered in with a metal ball. He takes them off and reveales some earphones. But not the metal creeps me out, but when I look at his bare chest I see stripes of skin missing forming the word Fight, Far or Flare. The "camera" zooms in and I see a short video sequence with smoke and the title Fight - 1. It looks like an intro to a wrestling match. I look at his face again and see he also has 3 missing stripes of skin on his cheeks.
(The dream jumps to another scene which repeats itself randomly a couple of times in the course of the dream)
I am at a playground where a little boy plays in the sand. He yells mommy, but I just know that his mom isn't alive anymore. He shouts mommy again. I look to my right when a centrifugal begins to turn. I hear a little girl screaming from the top off her lungs: "She's my mommy!", in the creepiest voice I've ever heard! The centrifugal keeps spinning and reveals the little girls face. I look at her and see a gruesome dolls face with a mad grin and blood-shot eyes staring at me. She repeats, It is my mommy and the scene jumps to the story with the boy again.
I find myself in a little shed together with Olivia Wilde. It seems we have to pass some sort of trial without water or food. It is insanely hot and soon the persian now man comes in with wraps and coke but doesn't give any to us.
The persepective switches into 3rd person and I can now see where we are. It is definitely a jungle but it is completely artificial. The river is tiled and the water looks more beautiful than anything I have ever seen. The persian boy must have used his wealth to create his own paradise and now needs to trained agents to do something for him.
I am at the playground again and everything happens exactly like the first time, besides I am closer to the doll now. As she turns all I want to attack and leap at her. I expect to tackle her, but just jump right through her and wake up..

Dream - Lucid

I was in an elementary school front office. I saw many women working there, and many working on computers in the back. I walked up to my mom, who was one of the women working on the computers. I "remembered" that this was her job now. She seemed content.

Then, a girl at the front desk gave Dallas and I some drinks that looked like orange and red Kool-Aid drinks that used to come in the bottles (Kool-Aid Jammers?). She had stolen them to give them to us for the movie we were going to see. Her boss, a woman, asked her if she had stolen them. She said no, even though she obviously did.

We were then leaving so we could get to the movie on time. This is around when I became lucid.

I spoke to my husband for a long time. We spoke of past lives, I discovered he was in many. I asked about my mom, and saw an image of her as I did. I knew she was in some past lives as well; I knew before I even asked. A random DC appeared that had traditional African clothing on. I asked if he was in a past life, but he disappeared; he was just a regular DC. I remember something about the name Mary; it wasn't a coincidence that the people in my life have the names they do. I thought of all the Marys I knew (Mary Katherine is my best friend IWL, for example; I thought about this at this point in the dream). Dallas and I were on a lake at night for part of this dream.

I then was walking through a mall. I felt the dream was about to end. Before I woke up, I saw many stores with signs lit by neon green lights. I felt like this is where the movie theater was located.

~

I was determined to return to this lucidity to meet up with my spirit guide and find out his true form. I kept falling back into sleep and immediately being lucid, but I would wake again very shortly; the dream was not stable enough.

Finally though, I re-entered sleep and stayed. I was lucid immediately; I felt SP and saw the dream forming. I waited a little bit before I went and did anything; I knew I had to stabalize first and foremost.

The dream finally felt good enough for me to continue. To increase the stability a bit more, I examined my hands, and thought about what Hyu said to me about using your senses to increase stability. I used my sense of touch. I was walking through my family's kitchen, and felt everything I came across. I touched the counters, etc. The sensation felt a bit "muted" but it really did help. I thought for sure the dream would fall apart before this.

I then was inside somewhere, walking down a wooden hallway, when I knew that I wanted to see my spirit guide. At first, I said
"Dream guide appear!" but realized my error and corrected myself to
"Spirit guide appear!"
I then saw a shadow behind me. I looked behind me, and saw what looked like a girl I knew growing up named Jess.
"Wow, this is tricky," he said, referring to taking on other forms.
It didn't matter; I knew it was him. He looked like Jess, but had the voice of a man.

I then started to feel as if I was losing the dream. I said to my guide
"Please! Keep me in the dream!"
He held onto me and things started to stabalize again. This happened a couple of times throughout the dream.

We were then walking into a restaurant. It resembled a Cracker Barrel. We sat down at a table with a couple at it. He said to them
"Excuse me, may we join you?"
The table had dirty dishes and food on some of the dishes. We sat with them. We were across the table from one another. We were speaking, and I asked him his name.
"Mike," he said. He then called me "Bethany".
"Was that my name?"
"Yes, you were very proud of me," he said. He was referring to a past life we had shared together.
I had brief thoughts that he was a musician of some sort.
"Mike, may I see your true form?" This was part of my goal for an LD.
He replied, saying something about the way he would look, but I can't remember exactly what he said.

We stood up. He then started to change. His head went down into his shirt; it was kind of comical. He then emerged, mostly, having his now tuxedo shirt and jacket part way over his head, which was partially stuck inside the shirt.
He was a homely, red-haired middle-aged man. He was tall and skinny. I then asked him
"May I see what I looked like?"
I was then looking in a mirror on the wall. The mirror was a bit high for me (I'm quite short, even IWL). He instructed me on how to change my reflection. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I waved my hand in front of my eyes. In the mirror, I saw my eyes change. I kept going, and my whole face changed. I saw that I was missing a tooth also. I was a homely, kind-looking middle-aged woman with thin, fine wispy hair. I kept going even after this, and my face morphed into a rat's face. Oops, too far. I said something about this to my guide, and he joked about the rat face.

We were then sitting down again, and speaking of something, when my husband's alarm woke me up.

~

Alright, well I didn't end up going back to sleep after all, but I did get a chance to think a little more on this.

Before I went to sleep, I thought about becoming lucid, about situations that could induce lucidity, etc. I imagined it happening as I was falling asleep.

Wow, intention is such a powerful thing! I did not become lucid until early this morning, but that is the norm for my lucidity.

I do believe that I am finally starting to see the power of my mind; I am finally being able to tap into things that I once thought I would never be able to do. I am finally, finally coming into my own, and being able to use my intent, and actually believe that it's going to work instead of having doubt tower over me. This feels legit. I am absolutely amazed.

Now, I need to figure out what to do next. I think that I just need to let things flow, and when I meet my guide in my dreams, I'll know who he is now, hopefully, and that in itself will induce lucidity. I really hope that this journey I am on continues. I will, of course, keep you all posted.

First Dream Fragment

My house in Poland. Out on the terrace on the left wing is a puppet suspended by strings from the planks of wood. There is some kind of myth that during the night, the puppet turns into a monster. I mutilate the puppet for the fun of it and it gets dark, and a Frankenstein's monster-type thing grows out of the puppet and wants to kill me.

Second Dream Fragment

I'm building some kind of army base, RTS style, painting the different objects different colours as I place them. The setting is a grassy plain. The dream is of a top-down view.

Third Dream Fragment

I'm in a town, floating around not as a person but as a viewpoint again. I'm painting houses so they don't look as grey as they normally do. Someone to my right tells me to inspect a house, and a GUI element at the bottom of my view pops up and shows who lives in the house. Their face is CGI, like in The Sims series. They work in IT support.

Fourth Dream Fragment

I'm walking towards what's supposed to be my school. A teacher from my school is following me, so I just walk into the school. I then place my bag on a table inside and open it using a zip. There's a small gun inside, so, surprised, I close the pocket back up and open another one, looking for some kind of lesson timetable. There's a sense that this is my school, and yet I have never been inside it and don't know its layout or the lessons I have. I don't find anything like a timetable and the bell goes. Everyone starts moving to get to their lessons, while I try to figure out how to close my bag, which has lost both its zips and is just essentially a piece of cloth with random exercise books on it. I try to wrap them like a tortilla, but nothing comes of it.

Fifth Dream Fragment

I put on the school uniform from my primary school, which still fit me perfectly, and I went down the road to a litter bin to throw away the piece of litter I had in my hand. My sister was there, much smaller than she is, and she waved to me and followed me. All the while there was a boy following her and trying to talk to her, and she mainly ignored him. I then went back.

Sixth Dream Fragment

The sixth dream felt the coolest. I was in some strange version of medieval Venice and walked through its streets as a voice-over man told of some weird version of fictional Venetian history, and as he mentioned things, they happened around me. Things soon descended into something resembling a civil war and there were soldiers with massive blunderbusses shooting at rioters. I hid in a shop and saw that J was there too. We stood next to each other and watched the chaos. A fat soldier took aim at us with the blunderbuss but it didn't fire, he looked surprised.
-Recall Blank-
Then we are having a pizza-eating contest still in Venice, outside the shop. The contest is between two Venetian families and we're just there as onlookers, but we still get our share of pizza, which was delicious. Apparently that's how 'Venetians' resolved conflicts - through pizza eating contests.

Was looking at buying a house, and I was excited to discover a store walking distance selling clay pots. I shared this good news with someone I knew into dream but not outside of it, and she pointed out that one does not buy clay pots all that often, and that she would like to live walking distance from a Starbucks instead.

I was interviewing women for a job, and each one of the three women mentioned that her grown daughter already works here, and they were clearly expecting this to be something in their favor. The third one was shocked when I told her that all her competitors for this job had daughters working here also.