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I really need to work on not losing the dream 1 minute after I become lucid.

Something didn't feel right. I looked at my hands and saw that I was dreaming. I was in my house at night time, and wanted to go outside so that I could go explore. The dream was pretty unstable so I stared at my hands for quite awhile to try to stabilize. I went to the door to the garage and I was afraid that opening a door would make me wake up so I just walked right through it. Then I was in my garage and the garage door was closed so I walked through that as well but then I woke up.

I was learning about WWII by actually being there and seeing some of it happen. Apparently there was a big flood that trapped thousands of soldiers who drown. Hmm, never read about that one in history books.

I was with a girl in my room who I've never met before but it was like we were friends already. I went into my mom's room and she was slurring her words and stumbling around. I got mad at her for being drunk so I yelled, "FUCK YOU!" like five times. She didn't respond. I thought of how my new year's resolution was to be a good person and realized I was kind of failing at that by swearing at my mom. Oh well. I went back into my room and was crying and I think my "friend" was trying to comfort me.

Two gay men who looked alike and dressed exactly the same were making out on my kitchen floor

Woke up with the song "Sweater Weather" playing in my head.

I was jumping very high during the night and was searching for a boy. During the search I misjudge the range of the land, which made me threw my book bag in to the ocean. I lunge my arm in to the ocean to pick it up. While I was retrieving the bag, the two other people I was doing the search with found the boy. I jump really high to get to them, but when I landed the environment change. I was in the living room staring at another me cover in yellow toxics. I became lucid and realize for no reason he wants to fight me. So we began and I manage to overwhelm the other me.

I ended this off by kicking him in to the sofa. He however got up and wasn't done. He followed me in to the kitchen and threw a lot of quick precise punches toward me. I was able to see through most of the barrages and counter him. That's when I manage to stop myself again. I then hug the other me to he appeared to be no longer moving. That's when I started exploring the kitchen. I open the refrigerator to see what was inside, but quickly after close it to see it was the same. It appear sunny through the windows with the lights naturally on downstairs.

I open the microwave to see that it contain a white styrofoam cup with a blue straw filled with toothpaste. Label on this shake stated an expiration date with 9/18/2014. I pick it up and drank some. It had a strong mint like taste, which I did suspect. I then notice a pink cupcake partially covered in colorful sprinkles on the counter. I hold it in my hand as I walk forward to the garage. However before I did, I decided to wake up. Lucidity Time: 5 minutes.

My goal deadline is today. My goal was to log 30 dreams and 5 lucid dreams. I gave myself one month to do this. During this month I was able to exceed my recall goal, I logged 40 dreams. However, I did not meet my goal for Lucidity; I was only able to get lucid 3 times. However, the last lucid was easily my best ever, so I'll take the quality improvement over the quantity. I am revisiting my goals and will update them in the next day or so.

Trying to fall asleep consciously. Begin attempt at 10:40 pm. After sometime of lying on threshold, roll over and check watch: 12:30 AM. RC and am awake. Surprised so much time has passed, but certain I did not lose consciousness. Lie back on back, just try to fall asleep. Falling sensation,vivid HI (can't remember it now, but I recognized it when I saw it), and then falling completely backward. "Land" in body. Warmth spreads over body. Body begins breathing rhythmically--fell asleep with hands on stomach, difficult to get deep breaths. I just let body do what it wants. Goes on for some time (30 minutes?). Undercurrent of thoughts, but I am able to easily observe them. Just observe thoughts while lying, and use breath as anchor.

Breathing begins to slow down. Continues to slow, warmth continues to spread through body until it is difficult to feel body. Can barely feel body now or hear breathing. I am just aware of my heart beat and some undercurrent thoughts.

Vision begins to brighten and expand, and outer awareness that is left very quickly dimming. I feel this is the approach of delta sleep. Heart rate increases until vision returns to black. I can hear my breathing again. I rest here observing thoughts and practicing mindfulness of breathing until my butt begins to hurt. Leg is also in weird position. I lie like this for some time, hoping to enter the "bright awareness" again. I finally move, and decide to try one last time. Am able to move body without fully returning to normal waking state. Pain is too much after a while. Roll over and check watch. It is 3:55 AM.

So nothing happened
Just I enter the dream through wild
In the morning
So It gone like this.
I woke up , lie back into my most comfortable sleeping pose
and then Paralysis started to kick in.
I concentrated to be more comfortable so It can go on , and so it did.
Its done.
I get up, my eyes opening are very problematic, as always.
I look at my hands , I rarely see it but I know Im already in , then I woke up because the tv was too loud.

I remembered my goal was to meet Jack Skellington (one of my lucid dares. Now, I haven't seen Nightmare before Christmas in a long time, and I can't really remember the story, though I think it has to do with different worlds assigned to each holiday. But I know who Jack is, and what he looks like, sounds like etc.)

I recall a game of dodgeball being played in the park in my hometown. Though it was some modified rules to the game that made the game more interesting allowing... well just about anything.

Both teams took full advantage of this. We had a giant ball, easily 20 feet in diameter provided by our team captain. The plan was that we would roll to their side hopefully taking out most of their players. The enemy team two or three of these little tanks with flamethrowers on them that drove to our side of the field and set our players on fire.

At some point, we formally lost the game, though the tanks were still killing off our players. They started pushing the giant ball back as well, they were going to use it as a weapon to finish us off. Also, apparently losing in this brand of dodgeball made you a wanted criminal if you lost, and everyone wanted to kill you.

K appeared and she led me off the field. We went to the bakery in town and got in line. It was at this point that I realized I was very cold. I then realized that I was only wearing a sweater and a pair of briefs. Both of these garments were soaking wet and covered in mud.

K stated that there was some rule in the game that eating doughnuts gave you points, and that if the two of us ate enough doughnuts we could beat out the other team and be declared the winner. She ordered a dozen doughnuts and sat down and started eating them.

It was at this point that I recognized that as a dream sign, someone eating a lot. I then realized that I haven't worn briefs in years, and the general absurdity of the situation, so this had to be a lucid dream.

I made my way out of the bakery. I looked up and looked down, hoping to manifest a new outfit. Yeah, a black shirt and baggy brown pants. Clean and dry too. Much better. I made my way into the back of the bakery, laying down some stabilization as I went.

I found myself in this building. The whole thing was laid out hexagonally and made out of dark brown bricks. As I made my way around, I couldn't help but think that this place was familiar. Yeah, it was. I eventually found myself in this huge atrium room and realized that the building felt very familiar.

"Yeah, I have been here before! It's so nice to have a recurring location happen in a dream!"

Though upon waking the brown building is completely unfamiliar. I wonder if it was some memory that was only accessed during a dream. Or perhaps just faulty logic.

...

At some point I found myself on a city street. I remember all of these people (male and female) parading down the street in silver morph suits. I saw a club and thought that manifesting a sex dream would be fun.

"No, I will do that the next time."

I thought about my lucid dares. The easier one; meet Jack Skellington. I decided that I would carry out this goal.

"I am going to meet Jack Skellington right now!"

I got teleported to the side of a mountain. It was nighttime, but there was a huge full moon providing enough illumination for me to see. I am on a winding dirt road that heads up the mountain. It is a warm summer night. I can make out other mountains and the sea nearby.

A warm wind blows. I start looking for him. For a moment I thought I could make out a skeleton against the backdrop of the sky, but then, a skeleton popped out, no more than three feet tall with a round and rather disproportionate head. It wasn't a perfect circle like Jack Skellingtons, but it was simply two rounded shapes stuck together to vaguely give the idea of a skull. The eyes were small and offset to the side of the head, and the mouth looked just like his character does in the movie. And all that was on a perfectly normal anatomical skeleton body.



When he jumped out at me, I grabbed him by the ribcage just below the neck. We both screamed for a second. I very nearly sent a force wave to blast the guy back, but luckily I didn't.

"Gotta watch out, the last thing that tried to scare me in a dream ended up being turned into a kitten." (That wasn't the last nightmare I had, but it did happen.)

"Sorry!" Jack Skellington had a deep, gargly voice, like the new batman. Though it was very comedic to hear as well.

"So, are you Jack Skellington?"

"Yeah! Whatta you want?!"

"I don't know... to be honest I only planned on getting this far... er... um... so what's it like being dead?"

"I can't tell you!" He said that really fast, as if he had gotten this question a lot. "I can't tell you where and when you will die, either."

We talked for a minute, though I can't really remember what about. As we were talking, I couldn't help but think that he was actually rather cute. Though I guess he wanted to create the image that he was scary. Eventually I doubled back and wanted to see if I could get anything interesting out of him. The dream scene changed to my home backyard.

"So... where and when am I going to die?"

"I said I CAN'T TELL YOU!"

He stormed off. It was funny to watch him sulk as he walked up the stone stairs on the side of our house.

I realized that I really did want to get an answer to that question out of a lucid dream. I began looking for another DC who might be able to tell me. I got the dream ending feeling and woke up.

Not bad... not bad at all...

Morning of January 2, 2015. Friday.



I am back on King Street. What I have noted about hundreds of such dreams is that the boarding house is never the same as it ever was in reality, and for each dream, there is usually a different setup, almost as if another part of me is deliberately trying to get me to recognize that I am dreaming. In this case, Leonard S, the pinhead, has a room he never had in reality, the room across from the very large bathroom. Also, across from Leonard’s in-dream room, what should be the bathroom is now another apartment. “Squeaky” (a real-life friend of ours) lives there. (He got his nickname from absentmindedly stepping on a certain floorboard, near the pinhead’s apartment, that always squeaked loudly.)

I am mostly aware of the time period I am in (and the fact that I am married and have children), though I am not sure if these people would be alive in reality (our landlady lived to be over a hundred, though). Squeaky’s room looks very poorly maintained and mostly empty except for a bit of grungy damaged furniture. However, when we shake hands I happily compliment him (seemingly sincerely - not condescending at all) on how well he has done in “still living there”, even though it is truly pathetic on his part. This seems to be due to me having a more defined empathy in-dream for him. Normally, such a scene would probably infuriate the one being addressed (as if perceiving the other person is otherwise being rudely sarcastic), though Squeaky does not react angrily.

The pinhead is there behind his door and I tell him to step out even though he is not fully dressed (which was why he was hesitant in stepping into his doorway). Squeaky stands to the left. I ask Leonard how he is doing and he looks at first as he did in reality and seems happy to see me again. However, a short time later, I notice how unnaturally tall he is (in reality he was about my height). In fact, the upper part of his body, from about mid-chest-level, to the top of his head, seems to taper off in a rather bizarre fashion, giving the impression that his head is only about one-fifth the size of mine. His shoulders also taper off in an odd trapezoidal fashion. At first, I think this is a trick of perspective relative to him being tall and towering over me, but it is not a trick of perspective; he actually looks like this in-dream at this point. Looking again, it is almost as if his head is smaller than a baseball.

I was in my home. I had a tropical bug as a pet. The only problem was that it could kill a human with one bite. It had highly dangerous neurotoxin. It was kept in secure place, but somehow it escaped. With my younger sister we were trying to find it. It made lots of nests in my room, but most of them were empty. Finally, we have found him lying in my bed, under the pillow, waiting for me to fall asleep.

"Dude,lets take the other way" Shouted Nikunj.
I looked around to find myself in a garden,with a train which will take you around the whole garden.
He wanted to go in train,and so did we.

We bought tickets, 20 bucks each.
We entered the train,the next thing i remember was hugeness of the train.
Anyway,we sat down on our respective seats and the food was served.

it was some south-Indian dish and I was complaining they didn't serve me an item.
My dad shouted for the Waitress,after a couple of mins she came and served ,and apologized.
My dad commented on how funnily she was dressed.

And I woke up :/

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"Dude, we gotta save him"
I don't know why but one of our friend was arrested by police and was kept in a building. Or lets say he was kidnapped by cops :/ .

We ran towards the building as we entered we saw transformers fighting, we didn't pay attention and ran to the room.
"Hey" said our friend as he took a puff from cigar.
We were like what the ...

Then we climbed down the balcony just to find all the transformers dead.
"Wake up" I shouted to the transformer. And we ran for our lives.

End of the dream :3

Morning of January 2, 2015. Friday.



I am in America during the Christmas holidays, in the backyard of the Loomis Street house (where I have not been in real life since February 1994). I am not aware that Christmas is over, as my dream self perceives the date as December 24th instead of January 2nd.

I have a metallic container made of aluminum, which is like a small loaf pan or bread pan. It is shallower, perhaps half the height of a typical loaf pan, but also longer. There is no recalled backstory, but for some reason I believe I can make smaller Christmas cakes with some sort of technological process that is integrated into the movements of my physical body. There are some unknown people around at times.

I put some sand and dirt from the yard into the loaf pan. It is about one-fourth full at one point. After this, I draw, with my index finger, a one-byte binary sequence across the surface from left to right, which I think is 01010100 (which is 84 decimal, which represents a capital “T”). (It is possible that there is a play on “one byte” vs. “one bite”.) However, I contemplate, with a sort of wariness, that this may not be the right code to make Christmas cakes with. It does not bother me that much, though. To activate the creation of the cake, I move my right hand, mainly my index and middle fingers, from right to left, over the pan while holding it in my left hand. This seems to be a normal way to activate codes, similar to pressing the “Enter” key on a computer keyboard, metaphorically a sort of “sweeping back”, also similar to pushing the carriage return on a manual typewriter.

My finger movements seem to create at least four miniature cakes of which three other people seem to want and so I let them cheerfully take them. I eat the one that is left and it tastes a bit grainy and somewhat metallic and sour. I then consider that the code was wrong and that I have eaten poisonous minerals, but, even though I am not lucid, it does not bother me at all. I still somehow know that I am not in the real world even though I do not suspect I am dreaming. (This is instinctual dreaming.) I know I will not die or even get ill from the highly toxic minerals.

I fill the pan with dirt and sand from the ground again. This time I draw, with my index finger, what seems to be 00010110. This would be 22 in decimal, which, as well as being the Master Number of Zsuzsanna and I, representing “V” (the 22nd letter, which is the bottom half of the heart symbol which twenty-two also creates when one two is mirrored to the other) and nearly endless layered connections, also coincidentally relates to “synchronous idle” in ASCII, which “coincidentally” goes back to being “^V” in caret notation.

I repeat my “code activation” with my index and middle fingers moving back over the top of the pan from right to left (the direction utilized with dream state reinduction).

This time, the cakes look and seem a little more edible, but I am still not certain if they are perfect. Still, people remain happy to take them and no one had gotten ill by that point. Mine does taste a bit better than the previous, sweeter and more like actual cake.

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Had a dream where I was shedding my skin... Kinda a nightmare but felt better for it after...

Fri, 26 Dec 2014:

It was 6 am and I had been thinking of doing fild, after I tried and it didn't work I went to bed normally. I was in some random room and my friend was there, he was showing me how to do the fild method successfully, he did this by telling me that I need to put my hands out further away from my hips and tap my fingers slower. Once he told me to start trying I remember I kept thinking and saying to my self get ready and I'm about to lucid dream, once trying to make beats in my head to my fingers moving. Within 10 seconds of tapping my fingers doing FILD. I remember something just hitting me not physically but it felt like my whole body fell asleep and then I kept moving my fingers for a bit longer concentrating really hard because it was really weird and difficult to stay conscious. When I went to perform a reality check (block my nose) I was frozen, I couldn't pick my hand up to block my nose but I'm not sure if I tried blocking my gland at the back of my throat and tried breathing through it, I think I did, either way I knew I was dreaming. I kept trying to move and think of a different dream land and stuff like that. Then I had thought hard and said to my self what have I read about people getting stuck or having no control in there dreams and for some reason I thought that I read a post that you spin around but obviously that was impossible because I was lying down and stuck probably in sleep paralysis some how in my dream. Either way I knew I was dreaming to some extent, because I was thinking like i was conscious, like I am now in waking life, I just had no control at all. But now when I think about it my eyes were closed that whole time and I don't remember seeing anything at all except when i was frozen I tried imagining a big green grass field and said to my self when i open my eyes i will be there but once i opened my eyes i was in a random room?