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I'm at a formal party midway through the 20th century, and everyone's talking about the mysterious disappearance of the leading lady during intermission tonight. I'm as baffled as anyone, though in a slightly different way - I killed her, but I left the body in her dressing room. Someone else removed the body, and I need to find out who and why.

We pair off and start to dance, and I focus on a man who's not dancing, just watching the rest of us - he's in some position of authority in the theatre. I switch to third person, and now I see the scene as he does - he 'saw' that leading lady emerge from between two of the dancing couples, a pale woman dressed in red, black hair pulled back tight to her head, with a haughty and sort of mocking look on her face. That attitude doesn't square with the way I remember her at all; it's clear to me that the version of her he's seeing is his own hallucination, not an actual visit from her spirit.

She puts a hand on his shoulder and begins to dance along to the song with the rest of us, though he's not moving with her. She circles around him, saying that she knew from the start that this wouldn't work. She sings along to the music: "-won't let me leave you, but amore, that's to blame."

I appeared completely outside of the house and was being hold at gunpoint by a red color skeleton. I think I was tied down with a rope but those went away quickly. I soon began to get in to an argument with the skeleton. Which escalated the skeleton to start firing his gun at me. It was at this time that I had discover I had a weapon of my own. We were having a shootout which trigger my lucidity. My gun is shooting red lasers, while in this moment I took a little bit of time to view the environment. The day is sunny with a clear deep blue sky.

As the shootout continue, I began forcing myself to pull back in the hopes that I could escape his incoming bullets. However before I knew it, my entire plan was all about to change. A man wearing armor clothing while riding a motorcycle set his attention toward my direction. I relentlessly began shooting at him, to no avail it was proving to not be effective. I drop with my knees landing on the heated road. I began feeling exhausted as the man pause his motorcycle beside me. He mumbled a few words to me. I failed to make out what he was saying.

I knew not long I'll lose the lucidity I've gain here due to the environment strain it has on me. The man in armor drive away from me and move forward to a girl in a white t shirt. They soon began arguing, I couldn't get up for some reason and began to wonder if the two had weapons of their own. If so, it wouldn't be in my best interest to stick around. The intense heat from the sun was causing me to become dizzy, which inevitably made it harder to maintain the lucidity. I woke up. Lucidity Time: 1 minute

Going for a DEILD and an image forms and it becomes apparent that it is more than HI and lasts several minutes. A series of notes are brought to me related to dreams. The components are in an unusually wide pyramid shaped "monument". The notes are read to me in a weird written/spoken hybrid one by one but the info seems to be slipping away from me. The crowning note is projecting out from the competition semi-glowing monument. I was trying to remember the words as they seemed somewhat profound. The last part or crown was something like "(something...something) just under the surface." Possible NREM before waking fully. Timing makes sense that I may have been done with 3rd REM cycle before this as I had a mini-awakening and went for a DEILD and got a lucid NREM or just a weird disembodied LD. My total focus was on soaking in the experience and remembering the words/message...no thoughts of scoring points for the competition. I only wish I didn't wake up so fully afterwards.

04.02.2015

Dizzy dream turns me lucid (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can say, I lucked out this one. I am on vacation at a hotel spa. Last night, my wife and I drank a whole bottle of wine and two bottles of champagne... We did not get drunk, but I had a bit of a weird stomatch. I woke up several times at night feeling fuzzy and I had a small DILD.
I do not want to spend the time uploading everything in separate entries because I had ten fragments. DILD in next entry.

Full Dream (1 pts)
First DILD (10 pts)
Stabilize (1 pts)
Basic Flying (4 pts)
Advance Summoning (10 pts)
DC Interaction (2 pts)
Meet teammate (7 pts)


I was walking by a port and it was pretty sunny. However, I was walking around and I was feeling dizzy. Like the whole dream was moving weirdly and I did not recall the reason why. And this is what turned me lucid, I realized I was in a dream, even though I was feeling a little weird and unsure if it was double consciousness from my drinks last night or what.

I told my dream-wife that I was going to take off and fly. I decided to fly to make my dream stable. I kept flying for a while and my dream did not appear to get any better. I did not feel confident for my personal tasks and remembered that I have been waking up and having tiny dreams for the entire night.

I focused on summoning Sensei once again to duel him. Someone appeared right in front of me, but he was giving me his back. I asked, are you Sensei? He told me, "Yes indeed."

From here, I believe I waked up... lost the dream abruptly.

04.02.2015

2-4-15 Fragments - 10 different fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can say, I lucked out this one. I am on vacation at a hotel spa. Last night, my wife and I drank a whole bottle of wine and two bottles of champagne... We did not get drunk, but I had a bit of a weird stomach. I woke up several times at night feeling fuzzy and I had a small DILD.
I do not want to spend the time uploading everything in separate entries because I had ten fragments. DILD in next entry.

10 x Dream Fragment (5 pts)

1- We were at a restaurant and they were out of Flor the Pingus wine.
2- We were driving down the street when a bus came out of nowhere.
3- I was doing something at the computer.
4- I had 500 requests overnight for work.
5- I dreamt of having a massive lucid dream, but that was just the dream.
6- Something related to a roller-coaster.
7- We were going to meet with some friends and as I tried to call one of them, the phone started makng odd noises.
8- I met with my wife who was seeing an old friend.
9- Getting dizzy in a boat.
10 - Something related to oranges, I believe I had to buy some.

02/02/15 I had been dreaming about a childhood friend and his father and we were talking about fishing gear and such. I was sort of lucid, but not paying much attention. We were walking along a city street and came to a bridge. There was some form of protest going on, sort of like a picket line. I did not bother to focus on it and started across the bridge.

From the side it appeared like a small gang of hoods decided to mess with me. They came out behind me (I guess I sensed them, as I did not bother looking back.) I heard them call out angerly after me. I tried to not think about it as that would just make it happen all the more. I went into a building and caught a glimse of them chasing me (but I was not running.) I told myself to ignore it, and refused to acknowledge the stimuli. I opened a door and went out into a parking garage and down a short set of stairs. When I was only about 10 feet past the bottom of the stairs a thug bursts out of the door and yells something at me.

I decided that ignoring this was not going to help, so I turned around. There stood a gang type person and he pulled out what looked like a 9 mm handgun and pointed it at my face. I guess my dream is insisting I pay attention, but I do not get concerned, this is all virtual reality afterall. I take a couple steps towards him, and he unloads the entire clip into my face at near point blank range!

I do not respond and while it seems pretty real I just picture the bullets bouncing off. They do not even bounce off, they more reflect off like light on a mirror. The bullets reflect off in random directions and I reach the gangster. I reach out and crush his head (no goar, it just vaporizes.) I go back through the door and another bad guy is coming down the hall. I make a gesture like clearing a cobweb from in front of me, and he slamms into the wall so hard he pops (again no goar, just vaporized.) I turn a corner and there is another bad guy running at me.

I decide this is stupid and needs to be treated like a joke. I certainly do not like violent dreams and want to end this. So, instead of destroying this guy I grab him and give him a powerful 'wedgie' yanking the back of his underware up very soundly. I use that handle to stear him througha door to a room I make a bathroom. I shove his head in the toilet and give hima 'swirly,' flushing the toilet with his head in it.

That was the last I saw of any "bad guys," and was able to get back to not paying much attention to the dream.

Visualization training 22:30-23:00 (a few quite clear images plus a feeling of movement), went to bed 23:30 doing again visualization (a few minutes and then fell asleep). Brief awakening at 02:00. WBTB at 06:00-06:20, again visualization ( a few unclear images) and fell asleep. At some point I am flying inside a room in order to see over the top shelves. I float easily, see and take a few things (a marker and some toys) from over a wardrobe when I realize that I am in a dream! I continue my flight (wrong - I should have landed and stabilize) and enjoy the weightlessness while thinking that it's getting dark - I intend to dissolve the ceiling and fly to the stars...
It soon got dark - I float in darkness, feel my body in bed, and I am there. I could have DEILDed by I simply forgot, so I quickly moved into a normal dream...

-Something to do with Pikmin. A game that I haven't dreamed about in awhile or played in over a decade. I used to be obsessed with it as a kid. I was in some world where everything was either sand or rusted metal.

-I was watching Kill la Kill. (An anime that I haven't watched a single episode of. I only seen clips because S is obsessed with it and sends them to me.) The main character (Don't know her name) was getting ready to fight someone.

Spoiler for Slightly Adult:

In it there was a buff guy that had a tiny exposed brain attached to the top of his penis. He was completely naked.

-I had some semi lucidity and a pretty solid full dream at one point. I think it had to do with going to a summer camp of some sort. But my roommate woke me up snoring and laughing in his sleep. When I fell back asleep I forgot what the dream was about.

-I had downloaded this music called 'The planets'. It was a three-disc collection of electronic tracks done by (some guy) who I really didn't know as a musician. The only one that I cared for was track #26 on the second disc. It was about six minutes long but I can't recall what it sounded like. I remember the album artwork was blue with a white ringed planet and a sun off in the corner.

I seem to have hit a nasty dry spell. God I hate these.

in a dream in my eyes i always remember

people who smoke for eternity

1. I was walking across the food court in the mall. It looked very similar to the mall I go to in real life. As I am walking, I see my friend Chase, but since I don't feel like talking to him at the moment I just walk past him and ignore him. I walk through the entire food court, and eventually I come up to a big couch that's next to the merry-go-round. 3 people are sitting on this couch- Chase, and two other guys that I don't know. I stop in front of the couch and drop the bag I have been holding in my right hand to the ground. In a jokingly way, I go up to the guy sitting to the very left on the couch and taunt him.
He takes it seriously. "Chill out dude, I'm just joking" I tell him. "I don't do jokes" he said. He then gets up and puts his fist up. I figure since I don't really have a way out, and this guy takes things way to serious, he deserves a beating. I take off my jacket and we start fighting. I notice that the guy I am fighting is pretty ripped because I can see his abs through his unrealistically tight red shirt. It didn't scare me though, because if he can't fight, he's not doing anything to me.
He throws a few punches to me at my core and swings a few times at my head. I block most of them. I can tell that he is running out of energy fast, so I start swinging fast. I punch him in his chest and knock his face in. He falls to the ground. I get on top of him and hammer fist his head. I win, he loses. After that I get up and walk away. As I'm doing so I realize just how many people were watching the fight. Mostly girls were standing around us watching. I didn't stand around to try and get famous, I got out of there quick.
I run to a nearby store(still in the mall) and go inside. On the way there I see my friend Andrew. He is with his dad and they are just hanging out and having fun. I talk to him for a minute and then let him and his dad continue chilling. I walk over to the balcony of the second floor that I am on and look down. I can see a few friends down on the first floor. I go down an escalator to meet them. It turns out that they are just leaving, and so I leave too. I get in Dylan's car with Patrick and Dylan drives us to a place that's far away from the mall.
This place is really sunny. Once we get to this place, Dylan stops his car and I get out. I walk onto a huge patio concrete area that is next to the road. I walk around the corner of a building and I see a shallow pool area with light blue water in it, but that's not all. All spread out in this shallow pool, is what I end up calling "Water Puppies". I go over to the pool and go inside of it and start petting them. "That's weird, these don't exist. Am I dreaming? Well obviously these exist because they are right in front of me!" I think to myself.
I bend down and get a closer look at these Water puppies. All of these puppies look like pugs but they only have two front legs. Their back legs are gone and are replaced by some sort of fin. I remember petting a water puppy and as I did so it licked my finger. I get up and go back around the corner where I came from. Suddenly, I see a red car approaching me fast. It drives up to the road in front of me and stops abruptly. Somebody jumps out of the car and starts sprinting towards me- and its the guy I fought in the mall.
As he gets up to me I start fighting him again. This time he pulls out a knife out of his pocket and I try to stop him from stabbing me. I grab his wrist and push it away from me, but somehow he is alot stronger than me now. He stabs me in my balls 3 times and also in my hand. After that he stabs me in the chest and then runs away. I fall down in pain. Oddly enough I can't feel much pain in my balls, but I feel a very strong pain in my chest. I look down at my left pectoral muscle right where my heart is, and there is a deep cut over my heart and I can see blood coming out.
I get up and walk into the building that is next to the pool. As I get inside, I find myself in my house. I encounter my sister and she sees my chest. I tell her to be quiet and not to tell anyone. I am still feeling a pain in my chest, and I am wondering how I am not dead yet. I know that I need to get to a doctor fast otherwise my heart will fail.

2. I am at a public pool in Australia with my family. As we are walking to get into the pool, me and my dad start eating these chocolate crunch bits. I accidentally drop a few onto the concrete below me. A few Australian lifeguards are standing behind me and they see this and it aggravates them. They tell me to pick my mess up and I do.

Dream one:
I'm with my brother and a couple of randoms and I'm tying a knot to keep a sail tied onto the top of its mast, I do a clove hitch and a loop round turn with a highwayman's hitch to hold it in place, explaining to the randoms that it's a good idea to have a quick release knot in case of emergencies.

Jofish takes the small boat and starts sailing it around the very shallow lake we're in (I'm still standing in the water watching him do turns and even a couple of jumps in the boat)

[I wake up to my alarm and then fall back to sleep in what I guess was technically not a FA because I did actually wake up and turn my alarm off.]

Dream two:
I'm trying to get up but I'm lying in bed with my eyes really struggling to open. I take the fact that I can just about see what looks like reality as an indication that I'm awake after all even though struggling to open my eyes is a dream sign (it usually means my light box is shining in my face and my dream imagery is struggling to be seen). I get up and start telling Jofish about the dream he was in while trying to get up to make breakfast. I go downstairs and have to step over my dad who's sleeping on the floor in the dining area on the way to the kitchen - I'm back at my childhood home and am not surprised to find him here. Mum's got a large light box and I "remember" that she got prescribed one. My dream logic tells me that this is why I'm struggling to see.

I get to the kitchen and start rifling through the fridge to find breakfast things, but it's full of housemates' stuff, then turns out to be the oven, but the fridge next to the oven is in much the same state of cluttered mess. I throw out some obviously moldy stuff and am giving up on finding what I'm looking for when I realise there's another fridge on the other side of the kitchen and that does contain useful breakfast things.

I start trying to fry some bacon still seeing through the slits of barely openable eyes. I manage to get some bacon onto my flat griddle thingumy and start frying it. I decide I need to add some more bacon so I try to arrange the bacon so that the already started stuff doesn't over cook, then I add an egg and have to shuffle everything around again. I just about manage to find the plastic fish slice I need to flip things over without scratching the nonstick pan, after getting a little distracted by piles of washing up and having to feel my way around because my eyesight is so poor.

In the process of shuffling items around the pan and adjusting the heat of the hob, and moving the griddle pan around to ensure the heat is under the items that need it rather than under the things that don't, I've somehow ended up almost sitting on the hob and realise that my left knee is getting uncomfortably hot and I almost set my trousers on fire.

[Again, I wake up to my alarm (it's on a 10 minute snooze) and again manage to fall asleep straight into a dream.]

Dream three:
Again, I'm telling somebody about the stream I just had, again I'm trying to make breakfast. I remember telling the egg that I have to cut its yolk in half to make it cook at the right speed to be ready at the same time as the rest of the food. Again I'm struggling to open my eyes.

[Again, the alarm thing! This time I roll over to face away from my light box half thinking I might attempt a WILD as I'm obviously in the right timing for it to work]

Fragment:
The dream that arrives is yet another one of me telling somebody about my dream and the frustration of missing two dream sign crammed FAs in a row, and I don't realise the irony that I'm doing it again. I realise that I can't keep prattling about dreams because after that many alarms, I need to get on with getting ready for work, so I wake up to get to and ready for work.

SO MANY MISSED CHANCES!

Morning of February 4, 2015. Wednesday.



I keep moving in and out of sleep over a couple hours but stay in the same general dream environment and level of consciousness. At one point I open my eyes and watch an animation of a hand-drawn red and blue daisy on the wall above the real telephone (red and blue alternating petals). I do not try to shake it off as the hypnopompic stage it is - I am not getting out of bed yet anyway. It wiggles insect-like at times, and wavy lines “swim” out from it on the wall in all directions (one “jumping” over the phone chord), as the daisy drawing breaks up into its individual smaller lines. I look near the ceiling on the wall in the room to my left. High on the wall is a series of handwritten years (each about four inches high); 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and so on, in a column, alternating in red and blue writing for each year (for example one year written in blue, the next down in red, the next down in blue, and so on), about seven or eight dates. I am not sure of the relevance.

Over time, I keep turning to either my left or ride side (typically alternating in seemingly “precisely timed” stages) taking care not to bump my sleeping wife and making sure it is done at the right time relating to the “proofreading” system I sometimes indulge in. My task is to read through someone else’s writing - three or four paragraphs, I think; I am not sure of the content anymore. The “paragraphs” are an orange fluffy ball hanging in the air (lit from the inside as if in photographic negative), about four feet up and to the right of the bed. I have to move my essence up and down through it to “download” the English writing. I have to “read” and “reread” this orange-fluffy-ball and mentally correct any spelling errors. It gets rather boring at times…It is almost like a featureless porcupine fish rendered in the wrong area, though it is not close enough to my sleeping body to be that annoying.

At one point, I am lying on a porch at an unknown residence. I am lying there mentally reading through a newspaper that is lying open near where I am, no need to turn the pages - I read it in a dream within my dream. This is not the right newspaper, though; I am actually looking for a CD that came with a particular newspaper, something relating to animal sounds made by students in a special project - I see the advertisement for it being in another newspaper. The front door opens and an older frail man looks out at me, seemingly annoyed at first, but then he offers me a place to sleep, but then I tell him I am okay where I am. He apparently sees me as a homeless teen.

A new “Star Trek” (original series) episode is being filmed in the large parking lot of a shopping mall in La Crosse (near the old Quillin’s IGA area). I am within the story itself at first, as if it is all “real”. I am on the Enterprise and I watch the activities of a Klingon ship from a window at the end of a very small downward-slanted hallway (nothing like this on the actual show in real life) - it is close and I see a lot of detail but it does not fire. Later, I am walking around in the parking lot and see that all the ships are miniature. Does this mean all the actors had been miniaturized as well? I see no larger sets representing the inside of ships. It seems very late at night. After a short time of exploration in the parking lot, I look down at a model of the Enterprise and comment on how much of it is made of cardboard, though in fact, it is actually sitting over a rectangular cardboard “fence” and not with any cardboard in the plastic model itself.

Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner, both seeming only around forty years old at the most, are seated on benches. I ask William Shatner if they are making a new “Star Trek” episode (again, as part of the original series) and he says “yes” quite cheerfully and I say “cool” with a warm sincerity, not remembering they are rather old now and that it is not 1969 anymore.

Morning of February 4, 2015. Wednesday.



I am seemingly in a taxi in the front seat but there is no direct focus on being the driver (though no one else is in the front seat - the steering wheel is apparently on the right side). In the seat behind me are possibly two people, but there is only focus on one on the right when looking back (on my left when watching the road, but I mostly only look behind me). I am not sure of the location.

It is an older, seemingly happy lady in white (almost motherly in her presence), including white material over her head, somewhat hood-like. Her clothes seem like either religious apparel or possibly (on a lesser note) medical. She cheerfully and quickly puts in a single artificial tooth, which is a longer fang, on the right side on the top row of teeth. This act does not seem threatening in any way and seems as casual an act as looking at a wristwatch. No one speaks. This is during a “scripted” stage of attempted lucid dreaming and during lucidity (though is not related to the scripting at all), but nothing significant follows.

argh, too many dreams and no middle of the night recording, it's all sort of a jumble now and a lot of content slipped away.

Way late to bed

01:50 bedtime

almost asleep after about 15 minutes, then wife asks me question, get upset that sleep process disturbed, take 2mg melatonin to make sure I fall asleep

11:10

+ scored my first touchdown in the women's (!!) collegiate football league on an interception; in a house saying "did you see my play on TV?"

I'm standing on the sidelines of a women's football game in a stadium on a gray, cold, and rainy day in Oakland. I see the stands of fans, the coaches, and notice the light rain streaming down diagonally. Standing facing the field I hear the visiting coach say to the home coach "I'm sorry that your players have to play in this sort of weather." Either I or the home coach says/thinks the weather isn't always this bad.

It's dark and I'm on the field in a play on defense. The play begins and the quarterback goes to pass, she passes and a blocker jumps up and tips the ball, it's coming down now and I'm near it, I may get it, I lunge for it and I catch it! I've intercepted the pass, and we're waaaaay down on the other end of the field, can I make it? I give it my all and run for the far end zone, anticipating tacklers but none catch me. Can my heart last all the way there? Near end zone some (now) defenders appear, they may stop me right before the goal link, no, I must make it, and I make it, store the touchdown, and raise the football into the air in celebration!

I appear in a small bathroom in a house, a young woman is there, and the place is filled with pine tree branch tips full of tiny budding pine cones. I leave the bathroom into the living room, I sense my best friend MR is there, and I say, "did you SEE IT!? My first … women's … collegiate…TOUCHDOWN" I'm trying to figure out if they saw it on TV they indicate they did.

+ desperately trying to close screens of NSFW content on laptop as wife enters room, instead they multiply and fall off the screen as sheets of photographs

On a laptop with NSFW screens up, wife enters room, I quickly hit the close screen key but the screens don't close (dream sign) (well actually they do close but there's always another one popping up or sitting there behind the one just closed). She comes around to my side and I have to close the screen to hide the content. She starts talking about something but all my attention is focused on clearing those screens. I close some but there seem to be an unlimited number of them. At some point the screens of images become physical photographs which pile up on top of my hand sitting in between the keyboard and the mostly closed screen.

+ I'm in the underground railroad saving slaves, hide them in the shack, the prosecutor is biased, grizzled train engineers won't give up their black comrades

I see a shack by the side of the road, either a chicken coop or a run-down vendor's daytime market shack that no one will look in, we can hide the slaves in there. Scene inside with the slaves, talking. I'm thinking we won't get any help from the local prosecutor since he's biased. I approach a train outside and see the grizzled, sooty, stern faces of the engineers, they will not give up their black comrades.

+(f) two teens hung to die(?), hands bound around their chests

+ deserted drug dealer houses, bowling alley in son's room, 7-10 split close-up

Driving by houses on the left, look and see they are deserted, I say yes those are the houses of rich (drug dealers?) better not to go in them (?). Inside, talking with the owner, I notice in his son's room there are two full-sized bowling lanes. I want to bowl, do they work? Yes, we go in and clean up the stuff that's piled on the lanes and bowl a few balls, they start returning on the ball return mechanism but something's blocking them.

I then see a close-up of the end of the alley where there is a 7-10 split, there is a narrator talking about the (pro?) bowler trying to hit the split, I see the ball appear, it's heading for the 10 pin, it has heavy spin, I see the ball appear/approach the balls several times, it's coming from the left (like from a left-handed bowler) towards the 10 then swerves to barely clip the left edge of the 7 pin which slooooowly falls over and then rolls around to eventually slowly knock over the 10 pin, he made the spare!

+ peeing in a strangely decorated bathroom (made to look like a scummy public rest stop): asphalt floor, toilets are just depressions in the ground, grates to the outside

I walk into the bathroom, and am struck at how it looks: it looks like a spartan outdoor public toilet, the floors are made of asphalt, there are doors and windows to the outside covered with metal grates, and the toilets themselves are just depressions in the asphalt floor. I'm thinking a mess was made by some guy peeing from outside up through the high window grate into the bathroom.

edit: I'm promoting the above to a dream from a fragment, it was too long for a fragment and had me looking at and thinking about things.