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This is from this morning, after a natural awakening at 4 AM:

I'm going on a field trip with a bunch of kids from school. I'm very unaware of what's going on until we get to our destination: a massive, half-indoor, half-outdoor pool. The only way to get into the pool is a giant metal slide. My boyfriend is with me until we get to the slide, and then he seems to vanish. I don't notice until I'm in the water. My awareness spikes at this point, and I think gleefully, It's great to be swimming in a deep pool again! (I haven't been to a pool in years.) I am particularly delighted at not being able to touch the bottom of the pool. I spin around and notice a ladder to get out. I also notice my boyfriend's disappearance. I decide to go look for him, and I swim towards the ladder. A wave of newcomers sliding down the slide blocks my way suddenly. As they move away, I swim forward again, only to find that I can't move. It feels as if my kicking and paddling is accomplishing nothing, and I give up for a moment, confused.

Pretty sure I woke up at this point.

Non-lucid
12:30-2:30PM nap
I'm at the Eubanks's house, in their master bedroom. It's very small. I look out the window to see children playing at the house next door. They look up toward the window, but I duck down before they see me. Jeffrey walks into the room then. "Ready to go?" he asks me. I nod. I catch a glimpse of the tv behind him. It's playing Star Wars.
The scene changes. I'm in my house, on the back desk, and it's already dark outside. There are many people here, most I recognize, but some I don't. As I walk past them, they congratulate me. I walk inside. There are even more people in here. Star Wars is on the tv, here, too.
Mom walks up to me at the same time as Jessica does. They both say, "Congratulations on your first balloon circulation!"
"My what?"
"Your balloon circulation!"
"I have no idea what that is."
Jessica goes slack-jawed. "Are you kidding me?" she asks.
"No," I respond, "I've never even heard those two words in the same sentence."
They both look at each other. Mom says "Well, that's why everyone is here. This is your party. Enjoy yourself."
Someone walks up to me and gives me a small wad of money. "Congrats!" they say as they walk off. I catch on very fast.
I begin walking around to people, all of whom congratulate me and give me money. I come to a dark-haired girl who look unfamiliar. I pause. She pauses. We just stare at each other for an awkward amount of time. I continue on greeting and grabbing.
Then, I wake up.

Hello everyone, I must say last night or rather this morning I had a dream that for the first time ever probably was just so creepy and panick-inducing that I was glad to see the morning light shine into my eyes.
I'm not even trying to be poetic here, it was genuinely one of the scariest moments I've ever experienced.
For anyone who somehow wouldn't notice it, it's obviously the third dream.

1. Good start

It's a hot summer day and I'm arriving at school with a bike entering the yard from behind, my sister asks me in an annoyed way if I've forgotten my bicycle lock. Upon noticing I indeed had forgotten my lock I told her I would find a way to fix it. She was quiet angry for me being so forgetful but I quickly walked further past a group of students. The yard was smaller and more densely packed with vegetation offering a nice shade from the burning sun. I walked to the place where everyone parks their bikes and saw one of my friends there, I asked him if he could share his chain with my bike so they would be both secure and he did so without any problem. I walked back to my sister but don't know what happens next.

2. Welcome to the internet

I'm browsing the internet and look around in Dreamviews for anything, I notice that I have a notifications as it shines it's satisfying red colour. It seems a bit bugged out though because it flickers and vibrates a little, when I clicked on it it somehow took me to the Dreamviews chatroom. The chatroom looked very weird, it was green and looked like a hacking-panel straight from the 1960's. Someone wanted to talk to me and I tried responding but the symbols were very weird and I didn't understand them. I quickly tab out and start playing a flashgame about a water droplet that has to punch through a wall of ice while avoiding freezing so you have to find a balance between punching the ice and not touching it. Suddenly I'm looking into some canister that has red pixels bouncing around in it, I call these protons. Then blue pixels show up too that I call neutrons, as they bounce around they form some gas that rapidly expands and eventually makes the canister explode.

3. The creeping darkness

Alright, this is it even though I hate bringing back the vivid memories I think it's best to just write it down and be done with it. Our story begins with me entering an old victorian looking theatre like this:



I enter the theatre from the left uper balcony you see on the picture, as I look around the theatre I quickly notice that it's completely abandoned, deserted yet still in a perfect state. All the chairs are empty until I look back for a moment and when I look into the theatre again all the seats have a puppets in them, even the chairs on the balcony where I'm standing. They're all looking at me, the stage is barely visible and unnaturally dark. I climb over the banister and get on the larger balcony left of the one I stood on first. There's a long corridor leading out of the theatre room, it's very dark yet I can still navigate it. The corridor is in a very bad state, all the walls are damaged and have fungus growing on them, there are some rooms left and right in the corridor but I just walk straight forward. The corridor ends in a small dark room with a single computer on a desk facing the wall. I start up the computer and browse YouTube, there I start watching some video's of Storpy who plays scary games and films his reactions. (https://www.youtube.com/user/storpey) For a moment I forget the fact I'm in a creepy old theatre and I actually laugh a bit with Steve's reactions. It is when he start saying things like "Oh god, there are shadows moving in that corridor." and when he starts screaming in pure terror like I've never seen him do before that I look back and start seeing dark figures move in the corridor I just came from. At first I try ignoring the moving shadows behind me and focusing on Steve's reaction who now keeps screaming. The only thing that's still on the screen is his face-cam... Then I realize the thing Steve is watching through his monitor is the room I'm standing in, I am inside the horror game he's playing. I look back again and notice the shadows quickly flying through the corridor towards me, they scream and shriek in a horrible deafening way. There's no way out of this room other than the corridor, all I can think of is crawl in a corner of the room and wait in a fetal position for my death... Then the screams get quieter, I dare looking up and see that the room is still empty. Without any thinking I just run as fast as I can through the corridor into the theatre, climb back on the first balcony at which point the dream fades into black and I wake up.

The city, night.

I wander the streets, which are narrow, cobbled and somewhat Dickensian. The buildings are tall and lean inwards over the streets, which are dimly lit, the alleyways branching off from these are not lit at all and stretch into darkness. It's snowing, and bitterly cold.

The streets are busy and people rush past me, their faces blurred. I walk at a slower pace, reacquainting myself with the city after my absence. There are many street vendors, often at alleyway entrances. People crowd around their stalls but hardly buying anything. I notice one stall in particular, run by two little girls in shabby hooded cloaks. The smaller of the girls interests me, for her eyes glow icy blue in the darkness, she has been watching me for a while, I realise.

I weave my way through the crowd to their stall, the girl's eyes draw me in. She and her companion are selling little clay figurines. I buy several. I don't really want them. As I walk away, the smaller girl continues to stare at me, I can hear the other one thanking me as I go.

in this dream i am talking to a girl from one of my classes in high school, for what ever reason, we are in the back of the class, i think because i got into trouble, i didn't really pay attention to why i was there. i talk to her and she starts laughing as well as me, i can't remember what we were talking about, just simple small talk. i get this warm feeling in my body, like i am really happy to be talking to her. i then wake up from the dream.

i barely know this girl ikr, i think i dreamt about her because i saw her not to long ago, i should have realized that it is the summer so no school but i guess i was to in the moment for a lucid dream. come to think about it i still haven't managed a lucid dream because i am always in the "moment". with my dreams, but imma keep trying.

Woke up around 6:00 from an earlier dream cycle, DJed a bit, and then worked on MILD for several minutes. Here was the result:

I am at a dreaming convention or conference. I am walking around, maybe ordering food or looking for the restroom. I pass a man who seems a bit shady and scary. I am walking away so as not to cause a conflict when I decide to confront him, because this is just a dream. It now fully strikes me that I am dreaming. I nose pinch. I walk back to look for the DC, but cannot find him. Oh well.

The dream was long, so some material was lost. I decided to scope out the restroom; inside, under the stalls, I see dirty work boots. I turn around and look for the women's restroom. I can't find it. I laugh at my dream's attempt to thwart me.

Outside, I am walking across a plaza when I see a friend of mine from WL. She is quite pretty in this dream, and I decide to walk with her. I put my arm around her shoulder, and then when she does not reciprocate, I put her arm around my waist. She seems quite happy to be walking with me. I stroke her hair a bit, but firmly decide this will not be a sex dream. We chat a bit (can't remember about what) and make our way back indoors.

We are now seated in an auditorium. I remember that I want to start interrogating the subconscious more. I decide to start with her.

"You do realize this is a dream, don't you?" I ask.

"Yes."

"So why exactly am I in your dream?" I then correct myself: "What I mean to say is, why are you in my dream?"

She begins to answer. I suddenly realize I wanted to do the task of the month? What were those tasks? She is talking but I don't hear her now. I begin trying to pluck out my eyeball. I focus on this very carefully, and try to phase my fingers through my face to get a better grip. I'm not having much luck, and I think to myself, I am not tearing my eye out of my face, even if I am dreaming. I decide to do the basic instead.

I turn to my friend and ask her to tell me a word in a different language.

She says some gibberish. "And what does that mean?" I ask.

She suddenly laughs. "Oh my god," she says. "I've got my words mixed up!" She then gets up and starts walking off, laughing. I look around for someone else to help.

I see a gangster-looking fellow sitting near me. I decide to ask him.

"River," he says.

"Ok," I say, a little peeved that this is an English word, "but what does it mean?" I ask.

"Vitherur," he says.

"Virrerrur?" I ask? I'm having trouble understanding his accent. He nods and says, "Vitherur."

"Vitherur," I say. He nods again. I consider asking him to reconstruct the order, but figure the information is the same: vitherur = river. I then decide I am going to fly. I have the slightest moment of hesitation, but then decide that no, even my abilities at flying are not stopping me from flying today. I easily lift into the air and begin soaring around the auditorium. The ceiling is high and so it is easy to get some good height inside the room. As I am soaring about, I think to myself that this is why I enjoy lucid dreaming. What better way to spend the morning? Triumphant orchestral music begins to play, and I fly around, turning over and over in the air. I see a young boy I know in WL flying as well, moving some electrical cables to prepare for the show. I fly past him, smiling.

I now decide to land and go into the back room. On the way, I see some items stacked on a shelf--maybe plates or bottles--and I sweep them to floor because this is a dream and I can do that. I marvel at the realistic clattering sound they make as they scatter on the floor, and the tactile sensation I get on my hands. I decide to attempt Photoshop TotM. I will the room around me to become purple, but realize it already is purple. I then decide to change it to sepia, based on another member's dream journal (can't remember whose at the moment, sorry!). Nothing happens. I shrug, and decide I may need a schema to assist me (such as a laptop). I head back out. As I am leaving, my flip-flop comes off (?) and I am about to turn around and get it when I remember I'm dreaming and say fuck it, and walk out with only one shoe on.

The auditorium has turned into a dimly lit hallway. Ceiling fans circulate at high speed. I try to fly but just fall to the ground. I don't mind much. I begin walking down the hallway. The light slowly fades though until it is almost completely dark. I hear a sound now--growling and teeth--and some animal attacks me in the darkness. I begin petting him vigorously, telling him he's a good boy (dog activated in my mind quickest). It begins to pant and then it licks me. I am still roughing him up happily when I realize I'm squeezing my pillow. I wake up to write this all down. Hit the MILD again but can't get back to sleep.

1.
I had gotten on the bus in my neighborhood and was riding it with a few friends that I knew. I sat near the very back seat where I was always comfortable sitting. A girl sat next to me, and she was really pretty and really nice(I felt really attracted to her). I remember riding the bus for a really long time, to the point where this girl told me, "I'm used to you now, so now I'm comfortable around you."
I continued riding the bus to who knows where for a while, and talked to alot of people on the bus along the way. While I was in my seat, the girl put her hand on my shoulder. Im assuming this was supposed to show me her level of comfort around me, and I must say, I am a pretty comfortable guy to be around. I don't know what it was about this dream, but I remember seeing this girl multiple times throughout it, however long it was. After this, I saw a girl that used to live down the street from me IWL. Her name is Lindsey, a hot blonde. She was sitting in the seat in front of me. She asked me, "Was that you and your friends the other day in that white car with the amazing bass?". "Yea, it was Dylan's car and he has a sub in the back seat so the bass is amazing", I said.(This actually happened in real life last night. Me and my friends were driving behind Lindsey's dad's truck, and she was actually riding in the bed of it outside and she could hear our bass from our car lol.)
Later, I had gotten off of the bus and found my self standing on a sidewalk next to a forest. How the bus even fit on this sidewalk to drop me off brought me curiosity. A lady on a horse was now my new bus driver, as well as the bus driver of many other students. We all got on horses, however many of us could fit on one, and made our way. Wherever the bus driver and her horse went, so would the rest of the horses. This time, I was in the front, on the same horse as the bus driver.
At one point, we started going down a sidewalk, but part of it was blocked by a huge vine. I knew that this ripe green vine would be too dangerous for us to pass, but yet the bus driver tried going across it anyway. As she tried passing it, I saw our horse go over the edge and we fell. As I looked below me in mid-air, I noticed we were falling down a 20 foot drop, enough to die if you landed in the wrong spot. As I hit the ground with full impact, all I felt was pressure, but not much pain. However, I looked to my left and found the horse dead, and the bus driver, gone.
I got up and wondered where everyone else went, and I assumed that everyone else had fallen as well. I got up back onto the sidewalk which was really high up, and looked around for the rest of the students. I heard the rest of them far off in the distance, it was as though their horses fell a while back, way behind my horse. Seeing that my horse had just died, and my bus driver had just disappeared, I decided I was going to call the cops, but I wasn't sure.
Just then my dad came to me out of no where. I asked him if I should call the cops because everything was out of control at the moment. "No, you don't need to call the cops", he told me. I then looked far back into the valley of hills behind me and still heard the students yelling for help. I turned back around to find that my dad had disappeared. I walked to a cement formation not far from me, two black guys were standing there. I asked them which way I had to go to get somewhere. "You need to take I-33 and then cross I-414", one of the guys told me. I looked up into the sky and saw two GIANT highways. The sight of them made me feel small. The highway looked like a giant mirage though, like there were heat waves continuously going through the image of it, just like in my past dreams where I've seen huge highways.
I told the guys thanks and tried my best to remember the highway names, so the ones above are at least pretty close to what they told me. I wondered if I was dreaming for a second, but as usual the dream world tries distracting me by using any means possible so I won't find out that I am dreaming.

2. I was outside, floating on the ocean surface with my fellow spec-ops friends. We were about to embark on an intense mission to an underwater world. The ocean was violent, the sky covered in a thick blanket of dark, gray, thunderstorm clouds. We had just spotted our target and were chasing him at the very moment. We lost him for a minute, and then he popped up on the surface of the water, but had gained alot of distance from us.
Soldier 1: Where is he now?!?
Soldier 2: I see him, out in the distance. He's about 20 kilometers out. (<<< holy crap thats far away)
Soldier 1: Alright guys, lets close in on him fast.
I stayed silent just going with the flow, but paying attention. We started on our way towards our target with no time to spare. Soon after we started trailing him, he dove under the surface. Fortunately, we were prepared for this, we had on diving gear already. We went under the surface and I saw something I never would have expected: an underwater world. It was huge, and of course, all underwater. It resembled a giant city. I held in my amazement and we started swimming down.
The ocean was really deep, I could tell because it was holding underwater skyscrapers that weren't even near the surface. We continued making our way down, and at the point, we lost sight of our target. Once we made it to the ocean floor we started searching. The city was pretty interesting, people were just swimming around underwater. No one had on any diving gear, its like all the residents of this city could breathe underwater, and were also accustomed to the water pressure as well.
The next thing I remember, was being in the room with our target. With an up close view of my target, I realized this guy was no ordinary chump, he was huge. He was around 8 feet tall, muscular and had long rockstar hair. We finally crossed paths with him in some underwater building. As we got in the same room as him, we all prepared to take him out. All of a sudden, target(thats what im calling him now) opened up a giant door that functioned like a garage door and ran out. He locked us in behind him.
Now, we were all stuck in some sort of building, and it resembled a type of industrial factory or something. All the workers inside worked for target and were hostile. All of the workers made their way towards us, trying to seize and kill us. Soon, I became detached from my team, and got thrown into the middle of all the workers somehow. They told me they were going to send me to "The Elevator". When the head worker said that, all of the other workers gasped, "Ooooohhhh!". I realized that "The Elevator had to be a bad thing, a really bad thing.
I got pushed onto the ground, and was crawling trying to escape at this point. A worker dropped his ID card in front of me, I figured it could save me later. so I switched my ID card with his. The worker didn't even realize that I had just done this, and picked up my card-thinking it was his and put it in his pocket without even looking at it. Right after this, I got escorted in "The Elevator" and was put in there by myself. I looked around inside, and it looked pretty weird. The walls of the elevator were made of metal and there were red accent marks on each wall.
Target appeared in front of me, just as the elevator doors were closing, and he gave me my farewell remarks. The elevator started going up, and I figured that something bad was about to happen at any moment so I got out the ID card I had stolen and waited until I went up a few floors more and slid the card into a slot and it stopped the elevator and opened the doors. The doors opened and in front of me stood two workers. I knew I had opened the doors up at a bad time.
I don't remember the rest of the dream.

3. I was inside of my house, except for it was remodeled and the interior looked alot different. I was walking around upstairs and had went into where my sisters room was(Whenever Im inside of this room in my dreams, theres always an extra door that leads to the part of my house that has always been really creepy). Sure enough that same door was there. At this point I was semi-lucid, because I know this door is only there in dreams. My grandma walked in behind me and somehow got it across to me that this was her house. I asked her if they remodeled everything past the extra door. She said yes.
I opened the door, and sure enough everything was remodeled and different. It still had a creepy feeling to it. There were new hardwood floors and walls and everything. I kept walking and looking through every new room, it all looked really nice. I remember asking my dad later, "Dad what did you do with the extra door in our house?". He said something like, "I got it removed" or something. I kept on walking around, just amazed at how everything looked. The fact that that one extra door opened up into practically a mansion was crazy.

4. I was downstairs in my kitchen with my dad. He had just made cinnamon rolls, a fresh batch. I was sitting down in my seat looking at them. They were huge. Each one was about a foot tall and had was covered in icing. They looked delicious. For some reason the lights in the kitchen were off, in fact, it seemed that every light downstairs was off. I was waiting for my dad to finish doing whatever he was doing at the sink, but during the whole dream, he never finished. I remember thinking, "Am I dreaming" I dont know". As usual I would get distracted by something, but that won't happen anymore.

5. I was in my friend Dylan's house, and the interior looked alot more different than usual, everything was alot brighter and more vivid. I was walking through Dylans house, and was talking to him at the same time. I can't quite remember what I was doing or what was going on.

6. (BEWARE, this dream is a sex dream, and its pretty graphic. The only reason Im recording it is to better my recall. Dont worry Im not a perv or anything lol, this was just a dream)

I was inside of a house, inside of a room that I had never been in before. Inside the room was a large bed that practically took up 85% of the rooms space. I was in bed with a hot Latina chick, she was a good thickness too. We were both naked and it was my first time doing intercourse, and she was teaching me.
By the way, this Latina Chick was probably around 22 years old, and Im only almost 17. Anyways, she laid on her side and I inserted my "ahem" (<<props to fogelbise for a great substitution word for penis) into her. I started off slow, and at a steady pace went in and out. She told me to go deeper and so I went as deep as I could with each inward thrust. She started moaning and did this with each one of my thrusts.
I knew I was learning well. I remember thinking, "Wow, my first time doing intercourse, now sex will be even better in my dreams!". It all felt so real, I thought for sure it was real life, and it was SO vivid. I kept going in and out with deep fast thrusts, and continued to let out moans. I knew I was getting better, and this really helped my confidence in bed(lol).
Next thing I know, I was looking at her booty hole, and after that I'm not sure what else happened, thats all I remember.

I went to college in my dreams and a lot of stuff happened, but I don't really remember much. I didn't know where any of my classes were but I found a friend and he said we had the same class together so I went with him. The teacher asked us to take out a paper we had gotten before but I could not find it and then the teacher kept making remarks about how I was unprepared and not putting effort in to the class. When that class was over, I left but I didn't know where my next class was so I just walked around. It was a huge building and it was pretty neat, but I was feeling way overwhelmed and kept saying to myself "I'm not ready for this". Then I went into a room and found another teacher that apparently taught one of my classes. She invited me over to a room with a bed then she started undressing and wanted me to . I backed away and said, "No I'm sorry I can't do that." And left. If only I had known I was dreaming

Ritual: Went to bed at 2am, much later than I had intended. Wanted to wake up between 4-4:30 if possible so I could make a sandwich for my husband to take on his flight. Didn't set alarm, only intention; if it didn't work, that was fine. Woke up promptly at four so got up and went to the kitchen. Then I realized if I didn't stay up to give him the sandwich he would never know it existed, so in the end I didn't go back to bed until after he left at 5. I repeated my tasks aloud a few times to make them easier to remember, using simple keywords: "eyeball, calcifer, fairy tale." Wanted to give SSILD another fair shake after recent lack of success—been falling asleep too easily. After this hour-long WBTB I arranged a ramp of pillows to elevate my upper body and settled back to do SSILD, supposing that the half-reclining would help inhibit sleep. It did—and I realized I had been semi-dozing rather than really sleeping when I got up again at 5:40 and decided to dismantle the pillow-ramp to get some proper sleep. I didn't notice REM during any of these sleep and half-sleep periods so I wasn't optimistic, but I did a couple SSILD cycles on my side before drifting off to sleep fairly quickly. It was 6:30am when I woke up for real (after FA) and began this account.

FA: "....it ignored me, and I felt silly talking to a fire."

Okay, guess now I have to start over. Wrote half of the account up in FA. Which is funny, because when I woke up I did sense that I could probably re-enter the dream state but decided not to because I wanted to write a solid report on what I'd done so far. And here I had felt so responsible and industrious! I wrote down quite a bit but only remember the last line word for word, so I reproduced it above. It's interesting that it is worded in the past tense. My dream reports often swap randomly between past and present tense but the present tense predominates.

DILD: I was in my bedroom in the half-light of early morning, and I heard voices outside the room. This confused me, because no one else should be home right now. One of them sounded like my brother, but he shouldn't be here. And I could hear another voice, a man's voice I didn't recognize. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, thinking I'd dial in "9-1-1" and have the call ready to go if needed before I investigated further, in case it was burglars or something.

The phone wasn't working. It seems to be stuck on the calendar app, and even this is in some weird and confusing format. I keep pressing the main button to try to get back to the home screen so I can reach the page to dial from, but nothing helps. I still hear the voices and worry that the intruders might come into the room before I can get the phone working and then I'll have no recourse. Should I go outside to the back patio, so it will be easier to run away if necessary? At some point the absurdity of the whole scenario finally strikes me and I wonder if I'm dreaming. Since no one is around to see, I do a quick nose pinch. I can breathe easily. So I am dreaming! Oh good, there were tasks I needed to get done! I realize that since this was a DILD, I'm probably already fairly well-integrated into the dream state and check my impressions. A bit of roughness as I begin to move but not too bad, and the dream feels stable. I don't feel the need for further stabilization as long as I can avoid letting the paranoia of waking wake me up, so I put it out of mind and walk rapidly to the kitchen.

I've brought my phone and figure it might come in handy at some point later on, so I try to slide it into the pocket of my skirt. Trouble is, I'm not wearing a skirt. I make the "sliding into pocket" gesture a few times, intending a long skirt with pockets to manifest, but it doesn't and the phone falls to the floor. Whatever. At least the pattern is in place, so I feel confident that I can get it out of my pocket later if I need it.

I grab the bread from the kitchen counter, noting that it is a packet of round pita bread rather than the sandwich loaf that is there in waking life, and head out to the patio. Which task first? I love the idea of Howl's Moving Castle so I decide to start with that one. First I try to summon the castle directly, not through any special method, just willing it to approach on its own legs. It doesn't appear promptly, so I start with plan B: conjure a fire, call it "Calcifer," and feed it until it becomes strong enough to build the castle from the ground up. The first part should be easy; I've practiced conjuring fire before in this very spot. So I hold out my right hand and concentrate on creating a flame in my open palm. There's just one problem. It is raining, quite heavily actually. Typical dream perversity! I'm trying to fill my palm with fire, but meanwhile it is filling up with water. I ignore the dream's little joke, and keep concentrating on the fire.

Sure enough, I shortly begin to feel the heat and see the brightness of the flame. I set it on the ground and start feeding it chunks of pita bread, calling it "Calcifer" and trying to coax it to respond. It grows larger at first, but doesn't show any sentience, and now the rain is causing it to dwindle despite my attempts to feed it. I decide to continue this experiment indoors, out of the rain. I pick up the fire, just carrying it in my hands, go inside and set it down again on a flat stone ledge, about two and half feet in width and height (the interior of the house no longer corresponds in any way to RL). I feed the fire and continue calling it "Calcifer" to try to get a response, but it ignores me, and I feel silly talking to a fire. I go outside, careful to take the fire out again with me so as not to leave it untended in the house, and fly up in the air before releasing it. I instruct it to go seek out Howl's Castle, hoping that it might reappear at some point later point in the dream.

I return to the ground, once again in a place recognizably like my back patio, though it is no longer raining. What next? I realize the eyeball task should be quick and easy, if I can stomach it, so I ought to knock that one out of the way. I consider going inside the house to use a real mirror, but I don't want to waste time so I stand outside the sliding glass door to the kitchen and rely on the faint reflection of myself I can see there. There is nothing unusual about my reflection—much less so than usual, actually. When thinking about this task in waking life I had decided (for the sake of safety and squeamishness) to try to remove the eyeball in a more hands-off way, simply raising my palm and trying to pop it out through will alone, but now that I'm ready to go I don't even remember that idea. Instead I lift my right hand to my right eye and just start digging in there. I feel a momentary discomfort, enough to make me think, "I'd better be damn sure I'm dreaming!" before I feel the fingers slide smoothly into the socket with little pain, and this reassures me.

The eye pops out easily, but it is attached to a surprisingly thick, gross, fleshy stalk. Even at the time I realize that my experience has probably been colored by other accounts of this task I've already read on the DV thread, some of which mention similar stalks. The stalk is inconvenient and ugly so I keep pulling until the eyeball breaks free, then turn it around to inspect it. It looks remarkably like an eyeball. I had been hoping that it would transform into something cool, like an orb of glass or even a jewel. But nope. It is a disturbingly life-like eyeball, with a distinct iris and pupil and even a bit of red tattered membrane where the stalk had been attached. When I aim the iris and pupil toward me, they already look dead and unseeing, so it doesn't occur to me to try to use this eyeball to see with. Also, although I don't take note of this at the time, in retrospect I can report that there was no subjective change in my experience of vision; I was still "seeing" as though with two intact eyes.

I had meant to look at my reflection again after pulling the eye out, but I forget to do so. Instead I'm absorbed in inspecting this very ordinary-looking eyeball and trying to find any notable details to report. I do observe that the iris seems to have changed color: from the initial blue it has faded to a drab brown. It is still kind of creepy to be holding my eyeball, so without experimenting further I pop it back in. Luckily no difficulties there, and only then do I remember to check my reflection. I look normal and still don't notice any changes to my vision. I feel a momentary regret that I didn't remember to try to transform the eyeball into something else before putting it back in, but I feel reasonably satisfied with the task so I'm ready to move on.

Now I'm down to the last of the three tasks I'd planned, and I feel a bit apprehensive. In one way or another, this damned Hansel and Gretel idea has been eluding me. But I still have my bag of pita bread, so I get started: my plan is to start dropping breadcrumbs as I walk, hopefully find myself in a forest, and see what happens from there. I re-read the story a few weeks ago in my copy of Brothers Grimm, but I haven't tried to flesh out the intended scenario because I want to give the dream leeway to respond creatively to my breadcrumb trail. So I start walking across the patio and dropping crumbs, and now I just have to figure out which way to go. My original plan had been to start on the street in front of the house, which had once transformed into an ideal forest in a previous unrelated dream, but now I'm behind the house and want to get started right away rather than have my plans potentially disrupted by a detour. It's okay, I'd planned for this too. I figured the hill behind the house might be wild enough that I could start climbing it and work it into a suitable forest. However, now when I look in that direction, I see a paved concrete footpath that leads between suburban houses with neatly trimmed lawns. Dream is being perverse again. In the opposite direction is a second path, smaller, with a similar suburban aspect. Which one will lead me sooner to a forest? Both look completely domesticated. I figure I'll just start with the first one and try thinking "forest" as I go. I start off, dropping my bread crumbs, but with no warning I wake up—or out of the dream, at least. As mentioned above, I sensed that I could re-enter the dream state but decided to write my report instead, was under the impression that I had gotten up, and wrote for quite a while before waking up for real.

Morning of August 13, 2014. Wednesday.



In the first part of the dream there is something wrong with the moon. It has something to do with the orbit becoming more eccentric in a potentially disastrous sense. Parts of it come off and will possibly later be a threat to Earth. I am outside in an unknown area and some younger people throw rocks at it relative to some suggestions made previously. The rocks actually go into the sky and into space, fixing (by getting stuck in random areas) some of the holes on the moon - but making a few others worse. However, I still see a cluster of three holes in the moon that stars can clearly be seen through. (My guess is that part of this relates to seeing images in old comic books and some pop culture designs which imply that a crescent moon has stars in front of the unseen part of the otherwise round moon. This has always struck me as quite naïve - even as a child.) In the dream, the three holes in the moon (that go all the way through to the other side, although the perspective would not imply seeing the stars through the holes in reality) do not seem to be that much of a problem or a potential for cataclysm.

Later, I am back on Gellibrand Street in Brisbane where my family and I used to live and what was our first apartment. The bed is on the enclosed front porch, oriented longways to the room’s layout, though it seems there is another room in front of that one, the fictional door being to my left when I am lying in the bed rather than at the other end and going into the open hall of the building as it does in reality.

Over time, I realize that there is a married couple also in the bed to my right but they are asleep for a time. Crawling on the ceiling above are three giant beetles clustered together (seemingly two of them mating) and moving down from the ceiling a short distance but then crawling on it again. They look the most like patent-leather beetles (or “Jerusalem beetles”). They may be eating the wood in the ceiling, though I believe that they are venomous and harmful to people (though I also sense that a part of me is “making that up”). The man of about forty, who is black, looks up at the ceiling but does not seem that concerned (though a bit surprised at first) as I tell him they are dangerous (and I have the vague idea that they may eat people, though again there is the idea that the concern is not quite legitimate). In fact, when all three of them fly down in a threatening manner, he casually knocks them to the floor with his right arm, all at the same time somehow. They each are about the size of a cat (though they seemed bigger at first). They are then somewhere on the right side of the bed (on the floor), but nothing happens after this and I no longer see them. The female on the other side does not wake up the whole time.

00:00 Monday 2014-08-11

00:53 bedtime

07:19

+ protecting the sacred crystals, trying to get one guy to come in and buy some, he says he'll just come back on his own and take them, but they're not there they're hidden in a security system requiring two people to simultaneously enter their codes.

+(f) a club or a group of people with guys and girls

10:36

+ In a scene on the computer I realize I could enter the scene and be lucid and I do and I'm lucid. I'm just standing there, on a sidewalk or in a shop, I hear the sound of a truck and think it's a real world sound so I imagine a truck is going by on the street and I see a truck drive by in my peripheral vision (sivason trick!).

+ looking at a scene on the computer of flying above some computer hills I think I could perhaps get lucid by entering that scene. My wife comes by and needs to work I start clearing some space for her on the messy desk she says I should really clean this up it will only take an hour.

+ in the bathroom in my childhood home, I see that some yellow egg yolk (several cups) had been poured into the bathtub I see the traces of it on the walls of the bathtub, there are towels and a bath mat in the tub I pick up the bath mat to lay it in place on the edg edge of the tub but it is covered with egg yolk so I put it back in.

Heading out down the stairs I see my old dog L in the doorway to my sisters room, I feel nostalgic and think I haven't played with him in a long time, my son S2 is playing with him.

+ childhood playground, the lowest level had a huge excavation hole running right down the middle, very deep, there's a backhoe there. There's a huge (2-meter diameter) pipe laid in this deep trench running the full length of the level, the pipe is mostly made up of large (1-2 foot diameter) holes. I'm trying to think what this is for: electrical lines? Drainage? Sewage. Walking back along the middle level past the clubhouse I see my wife is building a new clubhouse with new drinking fountains out beyond past the old clubhouse. I turn around and look towards the street and the upper level and notice that all the large trees are gone the area is exposed to bright sunlight. A tall (10 foot) concrete wall now stands where the hill and the stairway to the street used to be, and some hopscotch squares are on the ground. There are other guys around, I say at this corner we could put a little baby basketball hoop. I reach up and pick a piece of fluff off of a thing sticking out from the wall, I'm turned around a bit concerned about falling. I walk back towards where I started out at the other side of the middle level and I'm suddenly indoors a tall indoor area with windows around opening onto daylight. I think this is lighter than it's ever been before.

+ In a very large room positioned at the end of a very long large rectangular table, 2 groups of clients and designers come in, the customers sit on the left and the designers sit on the right. The designers start speaking French. One group wishes they were working on our project. I move down to the end in a room sitting on a comfortable soft couch, my legs are extended out in front of me. Some people want to come by me and sit on the couch too so I have to lift my legs for them to come by. I extend my legs again, and this happens again, more people come again and I draw in my legs for them to get by, a young woman in a white fluffy dress (like a wedding) dress sits down right next to me and puts her arm through mine. I"m looking through some sort of album, like a catalog of designs. I'm not wearing a shirt. Another girl sits down to the right but I'm not so interested in her. The girl (to the left?) is reading something I wrote in this book, she says "respect, respect!". I'm thinking they're planning a wedding. The redecoration I want is with warm tones and lots of wood, I wonder how expensive this remodelling will be. I don't want cold colourful stone I want warm colors and beautiful wood.

+ in a room on a veranda I'm in one group another group is at another table, someone says "ask them [my group] they're from [some country] you should come and speak to them", the other group is secretly also from that country but they don't want this to be known so they all stand up and go outside, I see them walking away out the windows outside.

Long lucid, for me - several minutes and with DEILD. I caught a dreamsign and asserted lucidity with an RC. That didn't happen in the comp for some reason - I knew it before RCing then. The sign was again failing to be decently clothed in public. I was thinking like - ha - it can even happen in reality!!
I made the nose-plug more for the fun of it - not expecting to be able to breathe.
Even then I was still a bit unsure, and jumped into the air and hovered. That did it then. Next thing to happen - I feel, I need to use the toilet very urgently. Buut - this time I remember and do what I had planned - namely just lucidly pissing away. Took a while, but then the feeling was gone and I was satisfactorily still lucidly hovering in my dream.
So okay - planned is the lucid dare of Maxis' again - this is what I just posted in the respective thread:

Originally Posted by StephL

Ooh Maxis! I am such a coward! So I was on suicide mission again last night, and this time I managed a huge thunderstorm, it was beautiful - the whole sky full of lightning bolts, and I knew, I only need to draw one mentally and it'll hit me. And I didn't!!

Being afraid it might hurt - damn. Next time, I'm getting there! Been trying to transform as well, what I managed was going on all fours without having the feeling of awkwardness - I also looked a bit smoky whitish translucent, like my avatar, but it wasn't very convincing.
So this dare is a good piece of work for me here!! Huge thank you again Maxis - I love it difficult!
But a great dream - very long lucid for my usual state of affairs, even with DEILD, but I didn't give it a second go at thunderstorm.

Maybe I chose that a bit too close to home - having survived a thunderstorm on a mountain in about 2000 m height, that was a close thing. I was with friends and one of them almost hooked his karabiner into an iron ladder, over which we would have had to get, to then climb down to a hut on the other side of the rock, which had the ladder. He said his hair stood on end, we all felt it a bit later and shortly after that, lightning struck the ladder - with us only meters off.
Total white-out and the noise - you wouldn't believe, literally deafening... We moved faster than ever before, throwing our climbing equipment (metal) from us in concert, taking shelter - it felt like completely on auto-pilot, and as if time had stopped. We waited the worst of it out in the shadow of some big rocks instead of going on to that hut. He saved our lives - we could have all four been in the rope by the time it struck, all dead.

But now I want it - falling into a sword would be easier for me, I'm pretty sure - but now I want this!!



^^was approximately like this - less blue and a bit less bolts as well, not much less, though...

It was interesting with the transformation, I started out to go on all fours, like a human would, awkwardly - but it evened itself out. I imagined a cat walking and my feeling of my own movements adapted to this in such a way, that I felt at home in that mode. But still in a quasi-human shape. I didn't have a mirror of course - next time I'll see, if I can summon one - maybe that makes it easier?
Besides that - I thought of my avatar and got a bit of the texture, see above, almost ghostly.

All the while conjuring a lightning storm, with invocation. This was rather easy - last time, I didn't get no bolts, so practice makes perfect, I guess.

I woke up from that, even moved about a bit and opened my eyes, but falling asleep again, I was instantly lucid. Unfortunately I couldn't remember the basic tasks for the month, so I just went flying about a bit. While doing this, I thought about falling, trying to survive an impact, but I also remembered that this was the one way to die, which wasn't available to me for the dare. Which kind of was a relief - damn - I need to trust the dream-state more - killing myself is just about the perfect thing to work on at the moment, I guess.

If it wasn't for DV and I would maybe learn LDing on my own - I don't think, I would grapple with such things, I wouldn't so much test out my borders, my psychological borders, like this fear - and neither the technical ones.

All hail to the community!!

read the dream yoga section (after reading the introductory parts earlier) of "The Tibetan Yogas of Dream and Sleep", very excited about the practice.

00:00 Tuesday 2014-08-12

00:17 pre-bedtime. day memory review, set strong intention to LD

00:35 bedtime

03:00 ? awake, hear sounds coming from wife and son in other rooms, a bit concerned about sounds from outside, take off mask and look out the window, BTB.

04:38

+(f) something about a farm?

05:46 LDs #48 and #49, they were awesome

+ in my room in the night, the door to my room was open, my wife and son (S1) were making noises and they came into my room and turned on the light. S1 wanted to do something with my computer which I needed for work, he wanted to install his own 3d chip into my laptop, I'm upset what are they doing here in the middle of the night, I'm tired, it was like 3am, I didn't want to let him do it, this is my work computer anything you do to it could ruin it. I feel a bit bad about rejecting him so I say "ok you can do it, but for one thing don't come in here at 3am." Then I get a *creepy* phone call, I answer it and I here a voice say "Hey, <my full name>, <something>" (I don't remember what they said but I understood "they" were watching me and weren't friendly), kind of laughing at me, I wondered how they did that. I returned to my bed and saw a low cabinet/closet open in the wall, there were pillow and sheets there, I was taking out some pillows. I'm back in bed and starting to get lucid?...

+ ... I'm suddenly in my sister's room in my chldhood home looking out into the hallway and am instantly lucid, I went out into the hallway, and started down the stairs. I started thinking about what to do and I decided to summon a DDGSHG I had seen before, and the dream ends...

+ I'm standing in a hotel lobby in just my underwear because I had locked myself out of my room. There are people in the lobby, the front desk is a circular island in the middle of the room, there are clerks there, I go to the front desk and say I locked myself out of my room. I felt a bit awkward being there in just my underwear (but not very much), they didn't respond to me so I go back to the elevator. The buttons were strange and I wasn't sure if it was actually an elevator or not, it seemed to open into a bathroom, the buttons were all located very low to the ground, they were all lit, I couldn't tell what was going on. I got out and walked through a dining room, I knew it was late at night, there were people eating, at a table, food on a buffet, I saw what I thought were sushi sandwiches, I continued walking by, I walk past a woman who whispers to her companion "that man's in his underwear!" and I angrily respond "Yeah, I know, that happens when you get locked out!"

+ ... and I'm in bed, "awake", in a dark room, but I thought I could be dreaming still, nose pinch showed that I was still dreaming. I tried to get up out of bed, I could move my arms and legs which went up into the air a bit but my body wouldn't move. OK, if I'm stuck in bed lets summon KS my highschool sweetheart. Should I teleport to the swimming pool where we were on our awesome swimming date? I feel my heartrate start to increase dramatically (either dream or actual, I don't know) at this thought, I know I have to calm down so I decide "forget that." I am able to roll out of bed and I'm standing in the room. It's a small hotel room with a wall-sized window running from floor to ceiling, covered with closed blinds. The orange lights from the city street lamps are leaking through the blinds. I know I'm in a room up high off the ground and there is a city outside. I'm sure I'm dreaming, but I don't want to fall and die so I do another nose pinch, and I step back away from the window to the wall at my back and take a few running steps and stretch my hands out superman style and fly right through the window and blinds out into the orange-tinted cityscape, I'm way up above the ground look down and see people/cars moving on the street, there are other tall buildings all around, I turn towards my right and fly in that direction.

There was another big window approaching. I was doing "superman with a go pro" style power bursts of speed by thrusting my fist forwards forcefully, I could feel the acceleration of motion when I did this. There were people around, some were flying, some were on the ground, they were *very bright and vivid*, I was amazed at the visual quality. I do a power fly through this large glass wall, it's into a crystal clear but dark night scene with shining snow falling down. The city scape starts to head up into hills in front of me. I think I should be looking for a woman and I turn around in the air and I see a big bulky woman approaching me, I reach for and squeeze her breasts and she turns into a man with man-boobs, I think "no no no be a beautiful woman" and he turns into a young beautiful woman, her right breast is exposed, it is firm and lovely, I reach to take it into my mouth and I wake up.

Takes a long while to get back to sleep but I want more lucids! I feel them in me, just gotta get back to sleep. Takes all my sleep kung fu and concentration but I eventually sleep again.

10:02

+ going into a small convenience store. I do something wrong or have stolen something, the store owner gets mad at me, I'm kicked out, I feel lucky to escape with my life.

I order lunch at the pizza place (LV) I order the lunch special, one guy goes on an on about how LV is better than the other place LV has the original flavor, I place the order with a guy who's outside. Then I return to this place and I sense it's been a long time since I placed the order but I know that my lunch must be ready, I have the guy I ordered with go and pick it up I think that's better because he has more authority, I hear him talking to the counter, apparently it's not ready yet and that they have to make a second one and give it to me free.

Scene inside a house, a small boy is a servant/slave, I see his small boy face, the young man master is preparing to murder the and place him into a box. The slave boy didn't do anything wrong, the master man says "it's just that kind of a thing." I'm observing. The master is wrapping the boy up in tape. Then a guy (from the convenience store gang?) comes up stealthily behind the evil master and sticks a long knife deeply into the bad guy's side, he does that several times. The young master freezes in shock and pain. The young man's family enters at this time into the dining room (on a level above the room we're in) it's a very wealthy family they're shocked at the scene in the living room below them.

+(f) PA vs. K (cities)? There are two houses and I see their addresses and say them out loud.

+(f) With MR parking a car on HC. Getting something out of the back of his car.

+ on a floating (in the sky?) boat there's a party prepared for one guy by his gay lover, he walks up the stairway to his lover who is the host and they're going to get down to business.

+ I see a convenience store mafia guy again in my parents house at a party our eyes meet he has a goatee I nod to him in recognition he doesn't acknowledge me back. Later there's something to do with money, if he gives me back all the money he'll kill me and he starts to give me money and I start to freak out but he only gives me a few coins and decides not to kill me.

Dream - Lucid

I was living in some strange society that very much so valued pregnancy. Everyone was still human, but there were these weird dolls that looked like small, humanoid potatoes whose bellies would pop out if you were pregnant. It's like you'd set it, it would tick like an egg timer for a few seconds, and then, either the belly would pop out or it wouldn't. The dolls were sitting on a small side cabinet type thing. The people in charge kept them. They were checked daily.

I was pregnant, but only a week into it. I was still married to Dallas, but for some reason, I wanted to bring Cherie' into our relationship. I did something to where it "set" her to being my wife too. I saw a diagram of her laying in the middle of my bed. I then somehow "set" her to be pregnant too. She did not know about any of this.

I then changed my mind, however, and changed her "settings" back to how they were before, not with Dallas and I and not pregnant. I then went to check my doll, and its belly did pop out. Cherie' was right behind me, and went to do the same when I was finished. I watched her from behind. She said, before anything happened with the doll,
"There's no way I'm pregnant."
The doll's timer clicked a few times, and then its belly then popped out. She was quite surprised. I knew that she would soon have a miscarriage, however, since I "set" her back to not being pregnant. I did not say anything to her as this all was happening.

Then, I was thinking about being pregnant. I then thought about how some people just gave birth to photographs, not babies. I wondered if I was going to be one of those people.

Dream skip. I was inside some building. Others were there as well. I was watching a blue octopus "walk" on the land. He was quite close to me, and I was quite taken by the creature. A man then crushed the octopus against a wall to kill it. It then looked like it had deflated. I was so pissed that someone would do something like that! The poor creature! The man carried off the deflated body of the octopus.

I was then with someone, and we were looking for the guy. We were walking around in some hotel/apartment type building. We found him in a room, and it was a man I work with, Barry. I then couldn't be too mad at him, because Barry is a nice guy.

Then, this other person and I were outside watching this guy delivering a pizza to a couple of people on the other side of a barbed-wire fence. The pizza was in its box and the box was inside of a white plastic bag. There may have been other food in there as well. He tossed it into the fence, and it got stuck towards the top. The people on the other side couldn't get it, but the pizza guy started to walk away like he didn't care. The person I was with and I went to go dislodge the bag for the people on the other side of the fence. We started to do so, trying not to get pricked by the barbed wire, and then, I woke up to the sound of my cat playing with a plastic bag.

~

I was at a school/job, taking some art course. I, IWL, do not draw or paint. I was learning in the dream, and had to take over for someone for awhile whose normal job was to keep up with all the artwork by doing the art and then keeping up with and maintaining it. There was a lady who then came in to make sure I was doing everything correctly. She commented on these shelves that had lots of paintings on them, and how they needed to be straightened up. I looked at the shelves, and they were indeed covered in paintings. I told her I was getting to it and that I had just gotten there. She then handed me a paper that showed how I had scored. I did great in everything; it showed 100s next to many explanations, but there was one that had a 7. It meant a 7/10. I was pretty sure it had to do with maintaining the shelves.

I then was in the art room drawing and looking at the classic-looking analog clock on the wall. I noticed it was almost time for me to take my lunch; I was going from noon-1. I was drawing the silhouette of a woman with long, flowing hair holding a rose.

I then told someone I was going to lunch. I then went into a band room. The chairs were set up in an arch, as you usually see in a band room. I saw my old friend from high school band, Alex S., sitting on the far right side in the front with his trombone. Other people were in there as well. He asked something about bass trombones, and who played. I raised my hand, and he said
"You play?" He seemed excited. I then said
"No, but you play both, don't you?"
He said yes, he did. He then got up to let me have his seat. I walked up to the seat, and took the trombone. I hit it against something on accident, and it made a "dong" noise a couple of times. I was a little embarrassed. I then was not holding a trombone, but a violin, I believe. I then noticed my old cat, Ziggy, sitting close by. He was watching me. I looked into his eyes, and asked him with my mind
"How am I doing? Am I doing alright?"
I was referring to the art now. It was like he had been there for the review that the lady gave, or he was somehow also the lady who gave it.
He started at me, looking into my eyes as if to acknowledge that I was communicating with him. I noticed how big his eyes were. I "remembered" how he always sat in that spot by the low brass section. I then saw his tail flick the ground. His tail looked fluffy and brown, in contrast to his orange and white fur, though, in the dream, I cannot remember what color his fur was. I knew it was Ziggy, but his fur looked different, though I could't tell you exactly how.

My husband's alarm then woke me up.

~

IWL, Ziggy was my best buddy growing up. He was, to me, a guardian. He watched over me and was always there when I was sad or sick. He made sure I was alright at all times. We had to put him down when I was 14 years old because he was very old (18) and very sick. I miss him still, even now that 12 years have passed since then.

I was meditating last night, with a focus on Dream Recall and I began thinking about a dream that I had written about in my old dream journal. It was the story of how Manei (My dream guide) had come to be. Then new flashes that I didn't recall came in that filled in many of the gaps in the story.
These all feel like dreams that I had at one point or another. I tried to piece them together based on the age she appears as in the dream. That might not be the best way to tell it, as her age can vary from dream to dream. But here is the story as accurately as possible.

The original dream takes place in this old west town. Everything looks like a well drawn anime. Something along the lines of Attack on Titan style. The town looks like your typical western town though there is this ridiculously huge train station-hotel type building near the railroad tracks.
The story roughly follows a young man with brown hair. He's kind of thin and scrawny and has bright blue eyes. (Kind of a typical anime protagonist) He works a job at some kind of news printing shop on the third floor of the big train station. He works long hours typing, and his boss is very mean, and isn't paying him well.
Eventually he finishes his work. He goes out and about in the old west town for awhile where it becomes clear that he isn't very liked by the people in the town. He gets bullied by some thugs that take what little money he has earned.
We then get a love interest. Apparently, the only thing keeping this boy going is the hope that he could win over this one woman. She is a young girl with blonde hair from a very wealthy family that has invested in the town's gold mine (or something) and were visiting to see the progress. They were also the company that had built the giant train station, and the company that employed the boy.
We see he finally gets the confidence to ask the girl out, but she says no, and later leaves on the train along with her family. The train looks strange as well. It has very large wheels.
So the boy becomes very depressed. We see him walking through the old west town when he comes across another woman.
Then, in a back alley, we see the woman that would be her mother. She looks a little like Manei with the darker complexion and in being very tall. But she also has this unusually shapely body and small, saggy breasts. Her face looks wrinkled as well, and she has grimy teeth. Probably from all the smoking. She is sitting Indian style on this red and gold woven rug and smoking out of some golden genie lamp type thing. She looks probably twice as old as the boy, maybe more.
The woman tells the boy that she is on some kind of spiritual journey away from her tribe to find her soul-mate, and through some careful observation of him, thinks that he is the one. Heartbroken, broke and depressed, the boy accepts marriage with her.

It is a year later, and we see that Manei is now being born. I can't recall where exactly, but it felt like they were back at the tribe. From what I can gather about the tribe, they live somewhere tropical, some island over the ocean, in these beautiful oriental styled homes. They find the colors red and gold meaningful and attractive in their tribe. Also in this tribe, it seems as though men and women's roles are reversed. Women hunt, fight and select their partners for marriage. When married, the man will take the woman's surname. It sort of makes sense, because many of the men in the tribe look small and feeble and the women are much bigger and stronger looking.
Now I cannot recall too much about what happened. About one year after her birth, Manei's mother died, apparently because she had smoked that genie lamp thing too much. Her father was in line to become the husband of the tribe leader. He had his face tattooed up.

I can recall a fragment when Manei was about five. Apparently she was living with 'grandmother', a 200 year old woman and eldest member of the tribe who took care of all children that couldn't be taken care of otherwise.
I don't recall too much of the fragment, just that she was playing with the other kids inside a cramped hut. They are all playing with these little toys on this big woven mat.
The 'grandmother' is sitting across from them, simply presiding in this golden throne-like chair. And what an interesting character she was: Unlike most of the people in this tribe, who seem very slender, she is hugely fat, with this big saucer-shaped belly wrapping around her body. And she is adorned in this ridiculously complex outfit her thinning white hair is tied up in this ugly spiral on top of her head. Her face is so wrinkled and droopy that you can barely make out her features.
Some of the kids tease her because her dad isn't a 'real' member of the tribe. The 'grandmother' speaks something incomprehensible in this big thundering voice that sounds like thor and scares all of the kids in the room. It scared me too, and I was just 'observing' the story. I think she told them to stop teasing her, because the kids stopped afterward.

Manei looked to be nine in the next segment. Her father died when the tribe came under attack not too long ago, and the 'grandmother' passed away as well. She is now spending a lot of time with her aunt and uncle who are married but can't have kids.
Nothing much really happened here. They walk through the jungle to this waterfall like place where they all go swimming. There is this high waterfall (maybe 50 feet) and Manei climbs to the top and jumps off.

Manei looked to be eleven or twelve in the next segment. In this I can recall her wanting to be a 'fire dancer' that was supposedly some prestigious position in the tribe. And it's just what it sounds like. The dancers take this long stick, that is burning on either end and preform a synchronized, high-energy dance with about 7 or 8 women. I think men can fire dance in the tribe as well.
She is learning from some of the older girls in the tribe who looked to be about the age she is now. She is practicing with a stick that is not burning. She doesn't seem to be that good but is rather obsessed with this trick where she balances on top of the stick with a handstand. All of the older girls are really jealous, so they say that if she tries that trick during the dance she would just get burned, and they kick her out of the group.

In the next segment, she was maybe fourteen. There is a big gap in what happened and why. But she is now studying with these monks in how to become a dream guide. Given she is about the same age as I am, this was really close to when I began lucid dreaming. But there is also a gap because I already established that she was in my dreams before I started lucid dreaming. Explanation please.
That said, this was a very strange location. The monks live in a monastery on top of a mountain. The inside of the monastery, or at least the room they were in looks like a dungeon though, with stone walls and these torture devices.
The monks are like midgets. Maybe 2'6" with giant heads for their bodies. They have tattoos that are quarter-sized black dots running in a line up their the back of their heads down their faces.
Manei apparently had to shave too, because she has no hair. She looks very strange shaven. The monks are presenting her with a gold belt and telling her she has to compete in some kind of fighting tournament.

That's the end of the Manei story, now some other stuff. Rhis was recall from last night.

Something to do with me riding my bike through across a boardwalk through this swamp area. It feels like I am riding through my town. I 'remember' that there was some sort of time travel involved and this was actually the distant future.

I can recall some being told some other story. This one told in a style that looks like a Tim Burton film. The story is read to me by the grim reaper who is sitting in a small bed floating in a blue void, and reading it out of a big book.
I can't recall the story as well as the one about Manei, but the story follows a girl who can't seem to fit in. So she tries to kill herself and see if she will fit in in the afterlife.
She becomes a zombie and tries to hang out with zombie girls throughout the majority of the movie. At the end, we see her kill her zombie form and become reborn as this blue troll creature on another planet.
There is also some part of the story that involved Groot and Rocket Racoon (from Guardians of the Galaxy) playing a game of pool, but I can't recall how that fit into the main story.
There is also some recurring theme in the story that whenever the main character (the suicidal girl) wants to get somebody's attention for one reason or another, she will knock on the wall behind her.