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So I slept from 12midnight - 3am, then couldn't sleep until my alarm went off at 6:45am. I hit the first snooze and as I drifted off, I got WILD vibes. This is the first time I had this particular type of sensation: As I fell back to sleep on my side, I suddenly felt like I was on my stomach with my face pressed against the pillow when the vibrations started. I found it difficult to turn this into lucidly getting out of bed, and when I finally did, I kinda fell over. Then the alarm went off again (9 minute snoozes).

I was still on my side, and I drifted off again, and felt vibrations again. I was able to get out of bed a bit easier this time, and looked at my phone. The screen lighting was dull, and the otterbox was fitted all weird. I couldn't think of any tasks other than the 2 I had already done, so I just left the room and went down the hall to the livingroom. DC Danny was sitting on the couch, and I just randomly decided to do a karate jump kick. As I was suspended in the air in a kick position, the thought occurred to me to continue the kick through the window, but I woke up when the alarm went off again.

I fell asleep again, then suddenly woke up, worried that I had slept in. So I reached for my phone, and it was like it was in one of the DEILD chains: messed up case and screen. LUCID! So I ran back to the livingroom for a second go at the karate jump kick. Didn't even notice if Danny was there this time. I did it and aimed for the window, willing myself to phase through foot first without breaking the glass. And it worked!!!! My foot went through the glass as if it were made of a really stiff jello. I float-flew a bit outside, and it was so nice. Early morning, lots of dew on the grass, and the streets were a bit wet as if it had rained during the night. Sin was sparkling off everything, and the air was cool but not cold. I flew up a bit too high and felt a bit of vertigo, so I landed on the edge of the roof. Then I tipped forward with my feet still on the edge of the roof, and straightened my body, tipped until I was parallel with the ground. Very cool sensation. Then I put my right foot out in front of me, and let it stretch (or the ground moved up or both), until it touched the ground, all the while my left foot was still touching the roof. If you could see it, I probably looked like I was doing the splits, while my legs doubled in length lol. Then I put my left foot on the ground, and took off running through the wet grass that sparkled like emeralds. It felt so good, but I woke up after a few seconds. I checked my phone for real this time, and I still had 2 minutes left, so that last dream + falling asleep time only lasted 7 minutes.

The fact I got so little sleep was so incredibly cancelled out by the buzz of these fun lucids. I wasn't that tired at work, didn't even need a break, and only took a 2 hour nap when I got home. Everyone should be so lucky after a night of insomnia.

DREAM 1 - 4:30AM

I'm at my house in the bath room. I see Joe Rogan interviewing a dark skinned fighter. The fighter flips out on Joe and starts throwing punches at him. He's not happy with the way Joe criticises his guests. Joe moves out of the way of the mans attacks. I feel disgraced in the fighters actions towards Joe, as it's not a good look at all.

When Joe was interviewing it looked dark.

DREAM 2 - 6:30AM

I'm at Daryl's old house sitting in the lounge room. I can see Brent Johnston and his girlfriend. Brent and I start insulting each other for fun and I say some pretty funny stuff. He comes closer to me and I see what looks like black birth marks over his arms and shoulders, but is actually a cover up of his tattoos. He tells me about laser removal of his tattoos. He mentions that to get a small area removed it will cost $1000 or $2000 for all, and then points over towards his friend showing me how much of his tattoo he got removed. His friends tattoo on his leg looked stretched and blurred.. It was still there. I assume the army has changed him or they wanted him to remove his tattoos.

I continue insulting Brent and bring up about his goofy looking hat. Looks like a wizard hat, but at the time I was calling it a Willy Wonka hat.

I leave the lounge room and walk into kitchen where I see his girlfriend. She's standing at the fridge and mentions about her and Brent being back together and had been broken up for some time.

I'm back in the lounge room but this time, NAKED! There's a few people with me and I'm looking out the window. I see an old friend Josh Rooker. I embrace him and happy to see him as well as he is. He's got a candle in each hand. The candle is lit up and he is trying to prod me with them as a joke. I'm avoiding them at all costs, due to them being pointed at my arse... F THAT. I look outside and notice a car pull up with a group of people.

I'm now in the bathroom and I'm washing my hands with soap. I see a scene of one of the people that was out the front in the car. He's a famous Croatian football player who had the whole countries weight on his shoulders. He was their hope on winning the World Cup. I see a team run onto the field. I walk into Janes room and feel as if I shouldn't be here.

DREAM 3 - 8:55AM

I'm at Daryl's house In the kitchen area. I'm sitting at the kitchen table and I see dogs laying on a blanket, on top of the chair. Jane tells me to put the dogs out when I get up. My brother checks for piss stains where they have been sleeping and notices a couple stains. We try and justify that it's not pee and could be something else.

I walk outside where the veranda is and see that there's a slow cooker on the table. It's cooking some kind of stew. I think I try a small amount and think about giving some to Dad to try. I forget about that and put the lid back on. I see that there's dirty water on the lid and I think about if I should just put it on anyways, but decide to clean it.

I'm out the front of Jason and Louise's house, next to my old house. I see the slow cooker in front of me but it's not a chest. I feel as if the chest has something magical or mysterious about it. The chest is from a TV series, and to find out what the chest has in it and the meaning of it, we have to watch the rest of the series.

DREAM FRAGMENTS:

1. I'm at a house and I'm with my brother and friends. We're deciding to head out for the night I think. I worry about not drinking enough distilled water. I realise I have my water distilled running and think about doing a second cycle before I go out. Water distiller jug is not made out glass. I knock it over and it makes a different sound.

2. I'm at my house in the kitchen area and I'm explaining to my cousin Trev about my arachnoid cyst and how it effects me.

SIDE NOTES:
I used holo sync binaural beats to induce theta state so I could perform my mantras that way. I also put effort into my mantras before bed. I feel this helped a lot even on the first night. My head felt clear and on point upon awakening throughout the night. Not perfect but big improvement.
Performed some SSILD but was finding it too hard to get back to sleep. Was awake for at least an hour from 5:30^

I'm just going to write the third dream. I was lucid at a school with my brother. Snacks and candy were being handed out. I could not resist the sweet temptation. (Why? I don't know.Maybe I was semi lucid at that time) As I was eating gummy snacks and talking to my bro I arrived outside a church. The ground was made of grey shiny stone and so was the church. That's when someone summoned a sword and told me to use it in the dream. I became fully lucid but forgot a task I was going to do for accillis. So I took the sword and left with someone somewhere. We appeared inside a room in a school. Suddenly the school was on high alert. Three dangerous beings broke in the school. I was eating gummy candy than realized my sword was gone. The room began to shake and the school was flying up. Everyone tried to stay balanced and not get hurt. I told a guy to grab my hands and we floated together so we couldn't bump into the walls. Than the shaking stopped and everyone in the room bumped into each other. The boy grabbed me after that and we were flying away to some safe room in a apartment that he knew about. I noticed as he was flying with me though that he looked like a fairy. When we went through a door I saw a group of people. There was a lady sitting next to three shirtless french guys saying how lucky she was and speaking french.(She wasn't french though. Maybe a African american lady)A bad girl appeared behind me though and tried hitting me but i punched her till she disappeared. After that I decided to play with the dcs a bit and started to speak Japanese. There was another girl there who was trying to communicate to me with hand gestures. I than noticed a paper that was like a map to a secret world and asked her where it was. Another girl behind me was making hand signals to the other one to not tell me where it was. I tried speaking Japanese again than woke up. Also, im not Japanese. I just know the language cause I studied it. But not in school so im not a pro.

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!!