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Patrick Stewart's hockey gang
I'm in a house with a group of street toughs who have just helped "us" out. I'm in their room, and I see a tiny record player on the bed. For some reason, I think briefly about stealing the record - somehow I know it's valuable. I decide not to - besides just being wrong, I have no desire to cross a group of street toughs - and leave room. As I'm walking out, one of them walks in. He gives me a suspicious look, and I wonder if I have a guilty look on my face from my earlier thoughts. Now I'm in my room, talking with my wife about making copies of records. She's sitting on the edge of the bed working on something, while I'm laying on my side facing her. She doesn't understand why it would be all that hard, saying that surely wax would do the job. I explain that normal wax is too soft, that while it's easy to push into grooves it would deform when removed and so wouldn't be useful for making a good copy. Instead, we'd need some kind of wax that's easy to work with when warm but which hardens completely when cool.

Now I'm at an ice rink watching the group of toughs play a hockey game. I'm excited to find out that they're led by Patrick Stewart - except where I see his name written, it's something like Patrick Steaus. I get a look at his face and - even though covered by a helmet with facial bars - I'm sure it's him. His face is more angular, more lined than I've seen it before, but it's still him. I only got a quick glance at his name earlier, so I look around trying to find it again. I see it out of the corner of my eye - again with that strange almost-spelling - but it always changes to something else before I can get a really good look. Maybe this is his "pen name" that he uses to hide from some of his fame? At one point the names of all the players appear on the wall near the ceiling, moving around in a circle, each name separated from the next by a ♠. Even so, I never get a clear look at the name. Now the game is over and he and his team are skating around the rink on an exhibition lap. As they're leaving the rink I take note of how incredibly smoothly they're skating - it looks unnatural. I also get a better look at their armor/uniforms - they're covered head-to-toe in something that's shiny, hard, and completely black. After they're gone, I belatedly kick myself for not taking a picture - my friends would have loved this. I pull out my phone and open the camera app, hoping my battery doesn't die, looking for something with his picture and/or name. I can't find anything with either. Oh well.


Impressive office
I'm leaving a stairwell and stepping into a long hallway. A foreign couple is pushing a cart towards me, seemingly looking for where they're staying. I move around them and continue on, coming to an open elevator. Looking inside, I see a roughly 10 year old boy. I realize I'm on the wrong floor and decide to take the elevator, but then somehow feel uneasy about getting inside. I realize I'm only one floor down from where I need to be and decide to just take the stairs.

Now I'm walking through another hallway. A light yellowish wall is to my right; the left wall is glass, looking out into some kind of fancy lobby area. Small potted trees dot the hallway. A strange vehicle is coming towards me, and I somehow know it's an automated cart that moves through the halls carrying people and/or things, and that normally it has wheels on the end of long legs (which let it pass over almost anything in the hallway) but that it's currently in a collapsed state. Looking further down the hallway, I see another one coming towards me. This one is extended to its full height and is carrying a handful of people in business suits. I immediately feel that I'm not comfortable with having this thing drive over me and look for a place to get around it - problematic, since it takes up the entire width of the hallway. Thankfully, I realize there's a spot in the hallway in front of me that does actually get quite a bit wider - as if someone cut a larger circle out of that area - and I'm confident that I'll get there about the same time as this thing (it's traveling at about walking speed). As we get closer together I realize that it couldn't have gone over me anyway, since it's criss-crossed horizontal and diagonal struts underneath itself. I'm impressed by its appearance - so spindly, with shiny chrome struts and black wheels that seem much too small for its size - yet it still seems very stable. I move to my right, it moves to its right, and we circle around each other, continuing on our ways.

Now I'm walking through the lobby. This place is gigantic and very attractive. The floor is shiny, pedestals with small statues are dotted here and there, and the walls and ceiling are glass, revealing a beautiful light blue sky. I "remember" that the ceiling didn't used to be this high, that they recently did construction to raise it up, but I can't remember when that construction happened, even though it must have been a significant project.. I walk near a group of seated bigwigs, stopping to hear what they're saying. I notice a woman in a white dress standing nearby - a secretary? - but I don't really pay any attention to her. Individual conversations stop and someone important - maybe the CEO? - starts talking. As I'm listening, I get a feeling that my chest is exposed. I look down and realize that my white button-down shirt has its top button undone, that I'm not wearing a tie, and that I'm not wearing my customary undershirt. All this is odd, but it doesn't explain that strange sense of exposure I just had. I pull the flaps together, somehow feeling self-conscious about actually buttoning the top button without also wearing a tie, then walk off.


Super chase / failed joke TOTM
I'm standing knee-deep in water. I'm in some kind of urban setting, with buildings all around. At least one building directly borders the pool. I see other tall buildings nearby, but I'm also able to see the sky through gaps between the buildings. It's dusk. As I walk along, I come to a strange bump in the water. As I get closer, the bump stands up and reveals itself to be a woman dressed in something resembling Super Girl's costume, with the addition of a mask. She starts playfully chasing me. I generally manage to keep away - neither of us can move well through this water - but she manages to grab an arm or a leg every so often.

Now I'm near a wall (tiled with small green tiles, each a slightly different shade) and realize that I'm dreaming, and if I throw myself through the wall she can't follow. I jump backwards towards the wall, but I have a moment of concern - I judged my distance poorly, and I'm not going to hit very hard. Will it work? I decide it will - this is my dream, after all - and as I hit the wall it shatters and I pass through. For a moment I see only black with green bits whizzing everywhere.

Now I'm seeing what appears to be an ancient monitor. The background is white, and a handful of words and/or a simple graphic (can't remember) is drawn out in giant black pixels. I have no presence here - no body - and this screen takes up my entire vision. I figure this is related to "the void" I've other LDers talk about, and I just need to approach it calmly. I picture the screen splitting down the middle, moving to the side, revealing a new dream world; but all I get is a pixelated animation of the screen sliding apart. I remember that one of the best ways to escape the void is to imagine physical sensations, so I imagine what it feels like to spin around and around.

Now I'm sitting across from Mom at a cafe table. Behind her is a small coat room painted a light beige; I see a coat rack to the left. She looks good, wearing a black and red dress with a red jacket over it. As I'm trying to decide what to do next, I remember that I have dream goals. I remember that the first thing on my list is remembering where my real body is, but I just don't feel like doing "you're not real" all over again. I don't have any recollection of my second intensification exercise. Once I dismiss the "sleeping body" exercise, I remember about the current TOTM, so I ask Mom if she can tell me a joke. She gets a really serious look on her face and says "No ... no, I can't," then launches into this weird philosophical monologue about how telling a joke really exposes the depths of your soul, especially when you're in a dream. I wake up.

There's a grand performance starting, but I've seen it all before, so I ignore the main plot, move past the crowds and deeper into the building where it's being staged, watching the parade of characters emerging to take their places. The very last to emerge is the witch queen, behind her two enchanted attendants. Since I'm the only audience member here, she takes me aside to tell me my fortune.

As she talks, it becomes clear that she's mistaken me for a woman, and that she might not have taken me aside if she knew otherwise. When she pauses to give me a chance to respond, I keep my mouth shut to avoid spoiling the illusion; she's clearly not pleased with my silence but she goes with it. She takes a needle and draws lines of thread through the skin on the back of my hand, talks with thees and thous, and pronounces 'clan' like 'clin.' She asks whether I'll play the role of part of her 'clin', and I agree, which requires a verbal answer. Her attendants take out instruments to arrange the ends of the threads.

I'm in a gigantic building, a mix of a old manor and a hospital or a lab. It's a university. I'm in a the great hall, the goes up to the fourth floor with pathways and lifts criss-crossing it. I need to go somewhere, to pickup my bag. I take one of the lift and myself going down instead of up. I walk around, slighly confused to how I got here. The underground is part of the old building; it's nicely decorated. I find a room with a incredible window: something going from the high ceiling almost to the floor, covering the whole wall down to a padded bench with a few cushions scattered on it. It open to a mossy wall, with water dripping from it, with light pouring in a thin, bluish curtain. I stay in from of it for a little while, drinking in the beauty of it.
Then I remember my bag and I leave to find it.
I walk to what looks like a drugstore, with quite a lot of people scattered around. I start to recognize them, and I realize that at leat half of my middleschool class is here, all grownup. We make a loose circle and start to catch up a little, but we simply don't have time. One of them keep talking to me while going back to his work as a cashier. I let him work and start really wonderring how I'm going to go where I need to. Finally I decide to get out of the building then re-enter, to find my way again. I go to the door of the store and I find myself in front of another building, where I know my bag was all along.


It was quite a nice dream, even if I stumbled around being confused about everything XD

During a nap, I talk to my sister, who is being unusually friendly to me at our old childhood place. She mentions she was pregnant at some point, and it confuses me, but it feels good that she shared that with me.

I'm clearing snow on a dark road, light of a car come by, I have to hide, or at least pretend to be 18. (?) I need to keep clearing snow, it's the only way out of here.

I see a mage and a shaman from Hearthstone fighting 5 evil statues, they are hooded and in a ring. As one is defeated a gentle light goes out in its hood. As we defeat three of them, they surrender, but as the mage approached them there is a trick attack and it almost drops us to zero health. The mage calls forth a bright light that comes out of a mirror like portal that banishes the statutes for good. I hear a voice, authoritative, that says that the portal can be used to visit other worlds.

I touch the mirror and suddenly the scenery shifts and I'm by a family altar in a fancy house. I see fancy looking things that look like they belong to my grandma. I step away, is this an alternate reality where my family was rich?

I suddenly go lucid. I look around, amazed at the detail. I yell out "more vivid!" and the house becomes more stable and detailed. I walk around looking around, wondering what to do. I see a little girl and I follow her, just wondering where the dream will lead. I follow her for a while and see my sister. Knowing I'm in a dream, I float up in the air to impress her. She asks me how I did it and I sat "magic".

I go up the stairs, the place is now my friend's parent's old place. I go up to his room, thinking it is empty. My friend is there, sleeping. I try to get him to vanish but it doesn't work. I walk down the stairs and look out the window.

I go on the ledge and decide to fly. David Lynch comes to mind for some reason. I begin to fly, admiring the absolutely beautiful summer day, sun up high and a few trees looking so beautiful and green. I try to fly around, hard to control. I grab a branch as I go down, I sink and sink and the branch bounces back up and sends me into the air. I think of flying to my other friend's place close by. I fly and I'm suddenly by the parking lot of a gas station, a taco truck comes by and sells tacos. I am a but hungry. I wake up.

This was on my day (night) off, Saturday 11/14/15.

Woke up in the morning after full night sleep. Atayed up for an hour or so, took one of my last 2 galantaminds and 3 Alpha GPCs. Watched some TV for 15 min, then wanted to give me enough time to fall asleep before GM kicks in in about an hour after taking.

Fell asleep, then woke up and felt my familiar Head rush. The back top of my head feels ice cold and sensation of water rushing through the water hose.

I knew I was awake, but I say what the heck, I'm gonna just stand up and walk away anyway. I did that then counted my fingers and I was lucid.

I was in some kind of a urban canyon. Between tall buildings and carts full of boxes, just like those in my work. : ( I grabbed a red two-wheeler mid flight and started flying with it higher and higher, over the boxes on the next cart and next one. I was happy to be flying. but srs, c'mooon. Work, boxes, two-wheelers... work... work...work : ((( More like a nightmare. Doing it 6 days a week for real and then have a lucid doing it on a night off. Pathetic. And I did this few times, maybe 3-4 times.

I appreciate the lucids and all. But...

when I first woke up I recalled my dreams but as I became completely awake they left me in an instant. I was running late for my commitments as it was, so I didn't have a chance to attempt to remember them.

Gonna try harder tomorrow. At the moment I feel my Dream Recall is terrible, although it used to be great, and that if I did have a Lucid dream... I wouldn't remember it.

Actually now that I think of it, I have a very tiny dream fragment of being in some kind of hunger game.

I'm with someone kinda watching tv I guess but there is like a big skull talking where the tv would be. But I'm not aware enough to understand what its saying.

F1 - Spending ages fiddling with black wires and some kind of diodes, fitting them together in correct sequence...
F2 - Waiting for slidy gates for lorries to exit
F3 - Watching bushes appear at high speed around a race track
F4 - Hiding in a wardrobe while someone who is me comes into the bedroom

I recall other dreams instead.
F5 - Going up and down trying to evade others in a tall office building with central lift shaft.
F6 - On a ship with zillions of cabins
F7 - In a muddy field with big concrete halls of residence. Searching through halls for someone.

Buildings seem to be a big dream sign

[CENTER][COLOR=#0000cd][SIZE=4]Rising[/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER]

I seemed to have 2 dreams, both were in my house, and both were unusually vivid. Probably the effect of WBTB.

More importantly, the second dream started off rather normally, with normal events.. Up until i was answering a phone and i got a creepy response and you can guess how i reacted. A missing piece here, but i remember being in the basement of my house. [COLOR=#0000cd]I realized that it's a dream.[/COLOR][COLOR=#0000cd]

[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000]Unfortunately, i didn't stabilize nor increase vividness and memory..
Right after knowing it's a dream i started talking out loud saying "Where the hell are you? Come out!" because the nature of it was about to turn into a cat-and-mouse nightmare. I was apparently feeling like i'm being chased by someone.

I went through a door that leads outside and there i saw a kid standing randomly, though i didn't bother about him. It was also raining, there was no sun but it wasn't night either. Anyway, here i wanted to fly. And judging by my past experiences of flying, it didn't look like it was going to be smooth. I started sprinting first, then made the leap into the air. I'm now very high up, something i have never experienced before! I had some issues with speed and control but i was able to make it feel better by shaping my hands like a wingsuit would be like. The air blowing into me with my speed was intense, and most importantly was the view from so far up.. Nothing short of breathtaking! I truly felt free in those moments i was flying in.

After a few moments, my senses began fading away, the most obvious sign of dream ending.[/COLOR]

Lucid dare, totm , wbtb , dild
Went to bed at about 10pm after setting some alarms from 4am onward and till 5ish. Was already awake when first one went off and laid in bed warm and comfortable as I listened to the gentle music. Regularly and remembering again and again about wanting to Lucid Dream + goals.

Got up for loo at 4.22am and laid back down in wild dive set up on back. Relaxed well and felt transition to calm delta place ...noise of my bf getting up and moving around started to wake me so I decided to move to find my earplugs with minimum movement - went onto side.

Carried on with imagining me Lucid + goals and regularly doing imaginary tactile movements with dream body (from paradigmeshift and snoops press ups 😉 )

When finally in dream I was in a bed with a friend sitting on me trying to wake me and speak to me as I moved around in bed half in sleep and half awake and drooling a lot 😄
I managed to tell her I needed 5 more minutes so she left me for a bit - I felt myself transitioning into sleep and got up in my dream body - at this point I was still not Lucid but dreaming I was lucid. As I moved around I started getting more Lucid - it was a busy dream scene-with more DC's than usual ... I think that's what prompted me to " Know I am dreaming - yay this feels good"

With so many DC's around I remember the Totm and also RelaxAndDream' lucid challenge ..I see a laptop on a table and go up to it to play some music on the radio-I find it and I listen intently to what it will be as I am supposed to explain the music...it is nothing I have heard before and brings up feelings of the artist Frank Sinatra ...so I play another song it's a lady this time but music of a similar time that I don't recognise again - I feel I have accomplished RAD's lucid dare... Maybe 🌸

I look up at DC is staring down at me so I reach out for his finger and bite it - I look up at him apologetic and say " I dint mean to harm you and you know I would do anything to help you right?" He nods I add that -" he would do anything for me also right?" He nods and we touch fists 👊👊 - feels good💜

I want to complete another task so I ask him to " tell me a joke"
He says he can't think of one so I ask him to " please try " ...then he says they 'brought the flags out' - I said that it didn't sound like a joke but maybe it was to him and he nodded at me in agreement...okay!

I try to remember other tasks and get an incling of a memory about doing something maybe controlling ...with ones mind so I see a glass on a table and make it rise up with my mind and say to everyone around " look I am controlling this glass with my mind!"
I enjoyed this and as I walk out of this room I make me and all the DC's levitate out of the room by telekinesis - feels good 🌸

When I reach outside I remember Advanced totm challenge to crumple up the dream scene ... So I look around and with a sweeping movement with my hands I make a crumpling gesture that swiftly brings all of the the dream scene into a cube in my hand - it looks amazing, this replica of the scene around me sitting in my hand in a small bright yellow cube ... I try again Incase this isn't enough for my wings and the same thing happens again - I am happy with this ...a replica of the dream scene as a cube in my hand (lots of yellow in the surroundings ) yet my scene around me is still here with me ... not crumpled - so I am unsure if I have completed enough for the task - we will see

As I walk on I remember a task Sensei set of creating a paradox - I see a young girl walking towards me and I put up my hand and imagine I have created an exact replica of her face in the palm of my hand - I look but I dint manage -in my hand i have what looks like looks like a beautiful tartan though which is nice but no paradox - maybe she is scotish 🌷

I start to wake up its 6.30am - just enough time to write this up - cool!!!

+ vote boat
Congress is in session (on a large open boat, like a cruise ship, there is a big important vote coming up, and one group has lost. I and some of the (senators?) are pouring out a large container of fertilizer into the water. This has been captured on video by another senator on the other side who had been camping out under our boat in scuba gear (for a long time?) waiting to capture evidence of wrongdoing. The boat is arriving under heavy attack helicopter accompaniment, but now we're in trouble.

+ naked really fat woman, sitting on a stool (in the back hallway of my childhood home?) I look at her again and notice she is indeed naked, I get a full view of her *bleep*, which is mostly shaved except for a "puff" at the top, and I say "ugh" and look away.

+ In the "DV chat game", Sensei has logged in as a new user as a joke, and immediately asks "am I having a lucid dream!?" like a newbie would. I answer him and say "no, you can only get lucid if you eat Lucid Dreaming Kibble! [dog food]", in an attempt to make the newies eat dog food. I think the admins may not like my comment.

Then we're swinging swords around some small (mini?) boat, and I on purpose swing mine too far to the left where some octopus thing is standing, and hit some its tentacles, drawing blood.

WBTB
Very long BTS. 1-2 hours at least. Determined to sleep and get lucid.

+ some people are planning an attack, they're moving in, they cock their semi-automatic pistols. A female among them keeps trying to do the same, but no bullet ends up in the chamber. Someone leans over, flips off the safety on her gun, then she cocks it and a bullet lands in the chamber with a "click" sound.

+ smiling girl across fence, she has a slight gap between her two front teeth. She's looking right at me, she's cute. Two girls walking by me, I tell both to come over to me, transition.

+ LD#153 in former adult home, looking out kitchen window, see into neighbor's kitchen window, I'm freaked out by motionless white people figures standing there, I think they're mannequins put there by the neighbors to deter burglars, I'm trying to see if they're looking at me, at first there were one or two, but then 4-5 standing around the window. I'm crouching down. Fast food wrappers/boxes? I slink back to the window to see if the mannequins are there, I catch a glimpse of that pure white color again, but then I realize that I'm dreaming. I stand up and start walking. I lose visuals. I repeatedly try to "pull off the covering that's blocking my vision" but I can't feel anything with my hands and visuals never return. I then find myself floating in bed, my arms waving around like crazy not under my control, I just go with this and enjoy the weird sensation. I feel a sudden kind of painful all-body jolt, then several smaller ones.

I then have a FA "in my room", and I see my wife standing at the foot of the bed, already up, talking to another woman who is sweeping up a lot of white plastic bread loaf package ties which are scattered all over the floor. I look around and see that there is no headboard on the bed, but a lot of colorful linens, and think this is the reason my arms could wave around so freely (the headboard is gone). My wife asks the woman, "How many juniper berries does it take to make a pecan pie?" The woman answers that all at the berries are gone, people have come and picked them off of our bushes. I plan to lay in wait with a weapon and catch the thieves and shoot them.

Although it is currently a barren dream time for me (lucid or otherwise) I take comfort that it's less than a month since I had a LD (albeit a short one) I duck and dive my way through my dream attempts (a little bit of this, a try at that) and my naturally paranoid nature hints that I often seem to be blocked at every turn...almost as of some outside force is either toying with me or hinting that dream attempts will harm my health.

I remember a comment by Terence McKenna that his ego screamed that he was dying when he started a new psilocybin trip because it would strip away his humanity and that ran entirely counter to its natural function...that kind of feeling maybe. I toyed with DEILD last week and programmed to wake up much earlier to the dreams-end and got hints of the old “ill feeling” that so distracts from dream-recall and re-entry...and that feeling of dread soon disperses once its job is perhaps done, so is that maybe not real?

I'm doggedly working my way through Ratey's brian book. I've jumped forward...as is my way...to a section about dreams and how the 40hz oscillation ramps back up when REM sleep starts. I determined to WBTB last night and had headphones and a Youtube vid primed to see what happens...and slept right through the night, without waking, till 08.30 (a very very rare event) See what I mean? Mr paranoid.

I'm interested in DMT, psilocybins etc and maybe their effect (even in small doses) on dreams. With my new-found respect for our frantically hard-working neurons I've started thanking them for any dream crumbs they see fit to throw from the table. (that's not my mad idea...I read it here first) Last night I told them I'm up for dash of pineal activity to maybe pep-up my dreams and any cooperation in this matter would be much appreciated. Hey! I'm as sane as the next man! (and the way this World's going that's not much of a recommendation.)

Against the current grain I woke an hour after I went to bed (with just a hint of a dream) then an hour later with a (what is lately) a rare clear and vivid dream fresh in my mind...so much so that I determined to get up specially to write this out.

I'm being pursued by a doggedly-determined but apparently loving female vampire through a neighbourhood (most of my dreams normally not even vaguely menacing) I duck and dive everywhere and I'm looking around for a weapon of sorts. I don't seem to be terrified...just a bit anxious (as you would) and I'm as determined to escape as she seems to be to drink my blood. Come back dear, it won't hurt...much...that sort of thing.

I'm moving towards what I take to be maybe a 19th century hostelry and I can see the landlord? looking-out at me. I get a clear feeling that he's about to close the frontage of his premises (as if he's encountered this before and doesn't want to get involved) Then I wake up. Phew.

I now realise that I didn't feel ill and maybe should have tried for a DEILD lucid but a combination of my surprise at this (nowadays) rare event...and perhaps my understandable reluctance to go back into that scenario thank you very much, I just got up to pen this

So...encouraging. Ever onwards (I must stop saying that) I'll keep reading, experimenting, flitting from one thing to another and reporting back every small victory.

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