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Background:I didn't meditate, but I should. I watched show Smallville. I listened to lucid dream series. The reason why I wrote 4:12-4:50 is because I laid on my bed for that long without realizing that 40min went by. The whole time telling myself, "next thing I see is a dream". I got up for a min checked time, laid in a different position, and I dosed off. I was relatively peaceful and stress free.

ToTM: Feburary 2015 Advanced I
Lucid Dream #Unknown, day: 02/11/15, time: 4:12-4:50-5:50am" Eye of the storm":
I am at my school. A car cuts me off. I try to go in front of them by speeding. I looked at the parking lot and it is empty. I turn and it is full. I nearly hit a car. I am suspicious about it all. I parked and decided to go. A pale girl from one of my class along with one other girl and one man came inside the car. As I reversed the car. The pale girl says, "wow it looks so realistic". I responded, "what do you mean 'realistic'". It went into an awkward silence. Her smile turned into a sad frown, she started to look down at the floor. As I kept driving. I started to explain to her that I practice this thing called lucid dreaming and I look for cues like that.

That's when it clicked. This is a dream. I realized that I haven't been able to find a way out of the parking lot. I come out the car and started to walk. Another car went over a ram and landed inside the building. It is Lex Luthor and lana from Smallville. A women dressed in a general outfit walks up to us. She starts to explain the ordeal of the world. I should have been listening but I dazed off. I walked away and I see a fountain at the center of the building. It shot out water up to six feet up.

I remember I could control water(bending). I started making it do spirals and zig zags around itself. It was cool but nothing new. I started to think to myself I wanted to do something and the ToTM came to me, a storm. I see a window, and I try to go through by jumping. I got rejected and fell back down, I felt temporarily pain. I shake it off. I see a window that is open. I started to imagine the storm. First some dark clouds rushed in, then it started to spiral around itself. It looked like a mixture of a tornado and hurricane. I remembered reading somewhere that the eye of the storm is actually peaceful. I decide to go to it.


I felt hesitant to jump out a window since my normal flight is a take off not a suicide jump. I jumped anyways and my flight was weak at first. I went through the clouds. I didn't feel any rain or wind. As I got closer and closer to the eye of the storm the wind and rain started to kick in. I try my hardest to get closer and closer to the storm. I reached out to get inside the eye of the storm and the cloud was literally a solid object I could hold. I then felt a great deal of water soak my body. I felt powerless. I have a fear of waking up, so I ended up waking up . I guess that was my subconscious way of saying "F#*k your facts". I can't believe I still have fear of waking up and I end up waking up.

(Accidentally DEILD): As I lay there trying to remember the whole dream, I end up in a dream again. I am lucid and I realized i am clark kent from Smallville. I hear a voice tell me that I need to save lex. I am outside the mall or base, that I flew out of earlier. I got inside a car and went over a ramp to get inside the building. I overshot it and the car flipped. I flew out of it. I then continued to fly until it went into a 3rd person perspective. I couldn't fly or control character. When I landed, it went back to 1st person perspective. I see cop cars surrounding me. I hit the floor with my foot and a shockwave tore up the floor and some of the cop cars exploded. The dream went back into 3rd perspective and in slow motion. I see a giant purple and green frog pop. He had a humaniod body. He started to destroy cars around us. He tells me he will watch over me. I realized I am getting way to carried away, and decided to wake up.

I was initially in the outsides of some kind of a school and there were people dressed for Carnival or with clothes from the 50s, with big yellow dresses. It was late afternoon, since the sunlight was almost orange. Then I left to the parking lot. There was a friend of mine at his car, Tiago P. He told me that I looked a lot better now and asked me if I would help him at something (fixing a road, or a computer, I don't remember). I accepted and we entered the car and left. He asked me for how long I could help him and I said for a couple of hours, he replied "until 21:00?" and I said that I couldn't that long. Then he went full throttle and I screamed to him to drive slower. Then we were at a gas stop. But I was with my father now instead of Tiago. I entered the shop to pay for the gas. The shop was very blue-ish and had a lot of people in such a small room. A woman standing behind the line made a comment about pokemon and the rest started talking about it and the dream ended.

I'm in an odd, dim, communal hotel room. It's all brown stone, with two or three steps up to the door. I don't remember what, but something causes me to run quickly out wearing a jacket but no pants, leaving behind my backpack filled with all of my stuff. Well, I tried to be quick, but people kept coming in while I wanted to go out. When I finally did get out, a Japanese girl said something to me (in japanese), and I responded without words. She asked me if I could speak Japanese (in japanese), and I pointed at my ear and did a thumbs-up, then pointed at my mouth and did a thumbs-down. I leave them go looking for something frantically, coming out of the stone, outside-looking hall into the interior of an airport, and I tie my jacket around my waist to make my lack of pants a little less noticeable.

Eventually, I accidentally run right into some kind of restricted area, and the whole airport goes on alert, thinking some dangerous person has broken in. An airport employee finds me, and takes me to the window and tells me about why the airport needed such high security. She begins explaining as my view takes an aerial view, as if I'm watching a documentary. She tells me about all the yellow flowers in the field outside the airport. They are from a place in Europe, and they can be used to make some powerful opioids (they're not poppies, though). She tells me that a specific dangerous criminal wants to steal them and use them to make drugs and sell them. She says the reason they brought these flowers to the airport despite the risks is because they are endangered. There is a large abandoned building in the style of the airport that is out by the field, and she says that if this dangerous criminal comes, he'd hide out there. Unexplained, I am now in the building. I wait with tension to see the criminal who I feel like I know will come into view any second, and I'm waiting to report it to the lady who found me, who is still watching from the airport window, but no one comes.

Later, I'm coming into the airport in the early morning. Many people are streaming through the doors, and for some reason, I find my cat just inside the entrance. He's in distress, and I have to catch him and hold onto him tight as he squirms and bites me. I think people are looking at me like I'm doing something wrong to this poor stray cat, and it stresses me that people are thinking that, when in reality I'm doing what's best for my own cat. I take him to a round information desk farther into the airport but still in the entrance, situated in the middle of the clean white room, with people flowing past on either side. I explain my cat, the situation with my pants and my backpack, and yesterday's escapades with accidentally ending up in a restricted section. I don't remember what happens after that.

At some other point, possibly before all of this, I'm at a very large outside gathering. A large number of people are sitting on folding metal chairs, all facing a stage, where a single person is talking. I need to find certain books, and whenever I get close to them, something happens. I don't remember what. I'm not sure if I really knew exactly in the dream, though that wasn't a concern of mine then. The books would either disappear, or something would appear in a book that I had, or something like that. Because they would sometimes disappear, people would usually be resistant with letting me see their book, but I needed to for some reason. Everyone had a single book. I was sneaking around the very back row, trying to sneakily get near people's books behind their backs. It didn't always work all that well. Some people caught me and were pretty miffed. Whatever I was doing, I was having a hard time, and never finished. Sometimes I would find a book and nothing would happen, and it was stressful. Was something not working? Was it not a book I needed? Did I already use that one?

Some other things are at the edges of my mind, but I can't really remember them. Something about superheroes maybe? I watched a lot of different cartoons yesterday, so it might have something to do with them. Hopefully I will come back and edit when(if) I remember.

On my second attempt with WILD i succeeded again, this time in a OBE fashion in which i felt my body becoming more and more numb and i just had to imagine some movement until it felt real. I think i am going too fast here, and i probably should allow the dreamscape to form first. Instead i force my mind to put me in a bedroom, with this approach.

The dream was not interrresting, and it was short again, probably as a result of overlap of input between waking and dream bodies, that's why i think i am going too fast

Anyway, i keep excited about my WILD mindset, and it's progress. So let's see if can keep my good run. And i really hope this time i will master natural DEILD (wo alarm) drop by drop.

First Fragment
I recall being with a group of people traveling along some area. There was, however, another person who joined us -- someone that I wasn't particularly fond of for one reason or another. All I really remember is going to great lengths to avoid them.

First dream

I was in my room. I was coding something in C++, and playing some roguelike games during the work of compiler.

Second dream

I was an old man. I had troubles with heart, and my family drove me to hospital. A few days later they have come to visit me. We were talking about my time in hospital. Apparently I had irritating room mates. They were also old. A nurse was coming through the room, and I quickly hidden something behind my back. It was a hip-flask. The room mates were laughing from me. Next day I was taken to another room. I got out of my bed in search of the toilet. It was evening by then. The hospital was dimly lit and corridors were buzzing with activity albeit the late hour. I looked at the labels showing the way, but couldn't find the toilet.

Morning of February 14, 2015. Saturday.



I am in a mostly featureless outdoor area except that I think there is a wooden wall behind me (that does seem to be part of a building). It is seemingly early afternoon. I had supposedly volunteered to have an apple shot atop my head by Wilma Tell. She has reddish hair and is facing me from perhaps about fifteen feet away. Apparently, there is an audience off to my right (on bleachers, possibly four-tiered as that is what came to mind later), though I cannot directly see them (as if they are implied to be invisible, since I “know” they are present).

I become more aware and cannot imagine why I would have volunteered to do this. (There is no recall of any backstory or what led up to this.) I am distracted by noticing half-eaten apples on the ground. (I do not seem to actually feel an apple atop my head.)

I see that Wilma is ready to fire an arrow at me. Before she is able to, I reach down and pick up various apples (including half-eaten ones) and throw them at her, causing her to lower and drop her bow. The unseen audience starts laughing and applauding. One apple I throw somehow goes vertically higher than any other. It seems to become “stuck” in midair almost so high as to be indiscernible. This distracts me and I wake with a soft hypnopompic back spasm.

This dream is proof that the nature of non-lucid dream control (that is, the knowledge of altering the dynamics of the dream without even remembering what a dream is, including forms of reinduction) can sometimes alter the biologically premonitory hypnopompic mechanism (of which the waking symbolism is also always directory premonitory of in various ways, though typically in an incidental form unrelated to the conscious self identity in real life), though this was usually not the case when I was a boy when there was no time to focus upon it (other than in dreams such as “The Staged Bull” from 1971, with the potential back spasm trigger of the bull’s horn willfully avoided by initiating my own waking).

Although the arrow was supposedly aimed at the apple atop my head, it has a direct connection with the hypnopompic back spasm event (which ranges from very soft and nearly indiscernible to intense enough to make my whole body jump, which seems directly related to how much physical activity I was involved in during the previous day though is also directly related to the level of consciousness I am in), which has often been associated with bird beaks in childhood dreams that triggered it (for example, “The Buzzard’s Beak” from 1969). Other dreams have included a dog’s hard nose (being pushed into the small of my back) terminating my state of apex lucidity in 1970.

Although dreams like “Devil Dog” (1972) showed evidence that physically premonitory hypnopompia can sometimes be shifted (though not willfully or intentionally in every case), it usually cannot be (such as in “A knife into my back in a hospital hall” from 1989).

Is it any wonder why my Olympic barbell is my preferred weapon of choice to jab the preconscious back when I am (subliminally) annoyed about the waking transition.

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Non-Lucid
Actual Waking
False Awakening
Lucid
The dream setting is uninteresting, I'm facing the wall and I see the edge of the pillow and the face of the mattress. There's a vague sense of unreality that makes me think I'm dreaming, to test it I press my hand flat against the mattress and push. My palm breaks the surface like it is a pool of water and I reach down past the mattress into a strange place that is infinitely black.
Something drives me to a lighter sleep, it feels like waking but isn't. My boyfriend comes into the room and lays behind me, it makes me uncomfortable but I can't tell him to stop. He says something about going to the store and gets up. I can hear his keys jangling.
I descend once more, for a moment I'm confused about whether or not I'm awake. I press my hand down into the mattress, past it into the dark. My knuckles brush against a metal bar, then I feel a hand grip mine. At first I am startled and frightened, and I rip my hand free. The force of my extraction jars me almost unto waking.
I have some awareness that I'm not yet awake, I see the same view of my wall, the edge of the pillow and the face of the mattress. My mind sinks a fraction and I thrust my hand into the mattress. I immediately feel a small hand (about the size of my own) grip mine. It slips away so I reach further, this time with both arms clear up to my shoulders. My left cheek and ear descend as well, once my ear clears the mattress I can hear a woman screaming. Sometimes wordlessly, other times for help. I can't speak but I try to pacify her, all the same. This works for about two seconds. I have one of her wrists, I can make the shape of her arm. There is a very dim source of light nearby. I catch a glimpse of her face...and then she recognizes me.
"YOU!" She yells, it's accusatory and terrified, threaded with uncertainty for my motive. She wrenches herself from my grasp and, heart hammering, I retreat. I can't give up though. What kind of person would I be if I just left her there, all alone in the dark?
So, once more, I reach down. My knuckles brush the metal bar then her wrist. Her wild struggling and screams echo hollowly in the cavernous maw. I rear back, pulling her out through the mattress and collapsing backward, pulling with all my strength.
Honestly I was expecting to find Saja but she...is entirely different, if familiar. She is tiny, like Saja. Bird-boned with a pointed chin and high cheeks under ice blue eyes. She has light red-brown hair to her shoulders. I notice that she is naked, but while obviously feminine, her body could have belonged to a mannequin for all the details I didn't assign her form, and for all the notice I take of said nakedness. She's trying to catch her breath, laying there gasping. She seems...disgusted with me, but I don't know why. I glance away and then back at her, and she's suddenly gone.
Then I realize she's fused into my back, and her arms are hanging under mine. EEEEEEEEEE....WHYYYY?
I decide it's time to leave!
I take off down the hallway and out into the yard. (I used a door!) I reach up to grab the top of the brick privacy wall and climb up. While I'm doing it I wonder why I didn't use the gate, and decide that it's easier to stay lucid if I do things a different way. I get distracted by my (the woman's) extra arms flailing around....

There's a moment of vertigo and I wake briefly, this time for real, though I'm confused because my view is...the wall, the edge of my pillow and the face of the mattress.

When I fall back asleep, I am still in my room, the woman lays nearby. I remember my initial purpose when laying down for a nap. I wanted to get answers out of Liam, I wanted to try to find him to ask about the whole wanting me to die thing. So I repeat his name in my mind, a low mantra, and extend my right arm down into the darkness. I don't feel hands this time, much to my disappointment, but a scene lays itself out for me. It's a warehouse with two large, dim, circular light fixtures. They reveal a pool table and a vaguely familiar man with chin length dirty-blond hair. He wears a loose white shirt and one of the harnesses from Maze Runner. I see their story clearly, that I was once friends with them. The man I see is a serial killer ((*annoyed sigh*)), who at this point is wearing a very convincing person suit. The woman believes they are good friends, but this is before he betrays her and confines her forever to the Dark. He turns his eyes very slowly up to meet mine, jarring me to a lighter level of sleep. You know, this isn't the only time I've gone looking for Liam and found a serial killer instead. What exactly are you trying to say, subconscious?

Once more I find myself in my room, laying in bed. The woman is not here anymore, as far as I can tell she is no longer fused to my back. I rush down the hallway, out the front door and into the patio. I use the gate this time, because it's standing open, to get out to the driveway. The wind blows my hair across my eyes, annoying me, but I'm worried if I try to brush it back, the motion will wake me up. So I turn my face against the wind and let the next gust do it for me. The dream starts to break apart and I stop walking, hoping it will stabilize. That only makes it worse.
Keep moving,my subconscious whispers, it'll force your brain to keep creating images., I take my own advice and continue to the end of the driveway. I feel flush with pleasure when everything settles back into place. I want to see how far I can get and how different this is from reality, before I wake up. I get to the end of the cul-de-sac and there's an unsightly gap between the houses, the lawn there is all churned mud, and beyond that the landscape drops down. I can see a great city reaching out across the horizon, as far as I can see. But before that is a messy highway. Hmm.
I trip in the mud.
My leg jerks violently, interrupting the dream. I wake briefly.
Oops.
When I slip back under, I run outside and this time decide to go left. The street is much more interesting in this direction. I actually think I've visited this in a lucid before. The wind presses my glasses to my face...wait, I haven't worn glasses in years. It feels like when I use to fall asleep with them on. But I'm dreaming, I don't need glasses. I try not to think about it too hard, because that's what usually trips up my lucid commands. I instead blink slowly, and think about not needing them and POOF. They're gone. I grin, taking in the wide street, lined with trees. The next cross street is also wide, but there are white and red bricks in 3 ft walls at the edge of the sidewalk. I see a man riding either a golf-cart or a bicycle, it's hard to tell. He's an older gentleman, wearing mostly white, with a white beret and a plaid undershirt. He uh...notices that I'm lucid and grins. He then makes a show of reaching into his pocket and pulling out a coin. He throws it at me and I raise my hand to catch it (even though he's pretty far away) but the wind makes it go wild. I see it whip past and I see it, willing it into my hand. I feel the sharp slap of the coin against my palm and hold it up in triumph. He throws his head back and laughs, then gives me a thumbs up and a finger-gun, buddy-Christ-style.
The interaction makes me feel light, happy, and unspeakably amused.
I turn to continue exploring the street, but only make it a few more yards before waking.

I have a job where I have to cut the tails off of lobsters to sell them to people... I am shown how to do it, but really don't want to do that to any lobster. It looks too painful. I look back at the lobsters and see through the normal reality of things. I see a female lobster as in actuality a fairy riding a red dragon through the ocean. Then a male fairy, also riding a red sea dragon comes over and gives her a dandelion puff flower. They pass it between themselves using a dried cone flower, and swim off into the sunset. The guy jokingly launches a jet of water at her, pretending to try and soak the dandelion, but always misses.

I am flying a jet pack! Zooming through the air for at least 2 solid hours, I fly from southern VT to my mom's house. I run out of fuel in her front yard. The jet pack uses the final bit of fuel in one quick burst, sending me 30 ft up in the air then dropping me like a rock. I hit the ground hard, then walk inside and refuel the jet pack. I use the jet pack to hover over a chair, a sofa, a desk, and a bed that are in my way in a hallway. I get to a room and see a young girl looking into the window. I go up to the window and yell loudly, startling her. "Did I scare you?" I ask through the glass. "Yes" she nods. I feel bad for scaring her.

I crawl out of the room through a small chamber with cinder block / concrete walls and a dirt floor. It's way too small for comfort, and there are other people ahead of me. I'm not the first to have to go through this, so I follow the others. The room gets smaller, so I have to crawl on my back and pull myself along grabbing the ceiling. There's no going back now. At the exit, a beautiful woman is giving her milk to everyone. Kind of unusual, but it seems to be the only way out of this room, and it isn't optional. I crawl toward her on my back to get out. She shakes her boobs at me, gives me a hj, and lets me go. Very unexpected!

I'm trapped inside a long building with a tornado approaching. I'm safe in here, but I learn that there is a group of people outside. They're trapped out there, and in great danger. So I draw a picture that turns into reality - covering all the ground in foam. They are imposed on the picture, but the ink for their eyes bleeds because it is fresh. I add a vicious zeebra/dog just for fun. Then I flood the world with invisible water, and drop the water level down to my chest. I can breathe underwater, but just in case others can't, I drop the water level again to below the entrance to the safe building.

I have missed 3 good chances to get lucid for various reasons this week, and thought I would jot them down.

1) In a school building (ah! dream sign!). Look around and see a toilet. Need to pee. The toilet is not in a restroom, and women are nearby. Restroom providing no privacy (ah! Dream sign). Floor is slanted at odd angle. Oh yeah, clearly a dream! Let's do something, wait, I really do have to pee! No, put it off, lets do something, NO, have to pee! Damn it.

2) What kind of fish is down in that stock tank reef? Cool it is one of those uma uma noka noka appuii ei or what ever that weird name is from Hawaii. It is not under water (ah! Dream sign! Happy fish swimming in the air) lets get lucid. Fish bites my stomach. It kind of hurts. Hmm, ignore it, what now? Fish bites my stomach hard. Ouch, now that is stupid, I don't want to dream about a fish biting me! Stop that. Bites me very hard. Wake up in actual pain. Seem to have an inflammed limp gland.

3) Talking with buisnes people when my maleness flops out of my open fly. (should be dream sign? No lucidity) Just correct it, and zip up. No one notices. Go back to normal dream. Not much excuss there.

It's been a while since this morning and I haven't made an effort to remember, so I don't remember much.

I do remember that I'm on a beach, and for some reason that is beyond my control, my size fluctuates? Sometimes I'm normal-sized, and sometimes I'm very small. A little boy has found me in my small-state and is being fairly cruel, and I try fruitlessly to get away, fearing death. A little bit later, I'm someone else, and I ask about my tiny friend (previously myself). I am horrified to hear that the boy put them in a jar and threw it out to sea.

2/13/15
325am wake from fantastic flying lucid dream. Starts with wife and I getting separated on these outdoor terraces and stairs in a nice setting somewhere overseas it seems like. I retrace my steps and try going where I think she ended up by going a new way and eventually find her with our fashion friend G who is having a show. The models are coming. We are inside this huge and busy fancy conference center wide hallway area and wife and G jump up on side wall to sit...no space for me so I stand. At some point I something catches my eye maybe this train carrying stuff for a traveling pro soccer team. We may be in England. I get on the train unknowingly and a guy comes delivering a slice of pizza like at a sporting event and I say not my order. Guy to my left claims it and I switch to a train going back the other direction so I can rejoin wife. I start swinging out from the train involuntarily at first but as it gets more and more fantastic flying and hanging on, I realize I'm dreaming and let go and fly. No longer concerned where my wife is I explore this huge conference center by air. It has different sections with different themes. Huge atrium. Huge auditorium. Big outdoor "Polish training" area on the rocky underside exterior (left side of complex). On same side is a parking garage and this is where I start to get the attention of security and start having flying issues where I decide I have a jet pack to assist and reach around my right back side to push the ignition button. That helps for a little while but I am now flying in a limited height area in the parking garage and security is trying to grab me. I throw a few bursts of energy from my hand but I feel a little tired of all of this chasing and let them pull me down and I wake up smiling. I am leaving a good deal of detail out (lazy, sorry) but the lucid section went on a good 10 minutes or more. Wow! Apple juice I think played a part in the vividness and wealth of visuals and scenes built after an early 3 hour WBTB. 353


*Jacuzzi threesome!! Walking past freshmen but big sports recruited freshmen and I convince a few of my group to call out "we smell (freshmen)!" (nothing like me to do this back in high school, much less now.) One guy with us says those guys will kick your ass. I think maybe they are recruited out of the ghetto and he probably has a point. Enough of that and we walk on. Memory gap and myself, wife and a sexy woman go into a separate hotel room from the rest of the group - this must be a dream! I head towards the big jacuzzi in our room get undressed and ask if anyone wants to join me. My wife climbs in and my hand motions to the sexy woman with us to climb in also. Their clothes disappeared in an instant when I looked back to invite them in. My wife didn't object and I held them each - wife on left and other woman on right and gently nudged them towards each other for a kiss. So hot!!! I think this went into an FA because I don't remember anything more after this.

I had one other sexual dream of a woman stripping bare in front of me but the memory is hazy I think I tried to go back in too many times and it was also a late late dream where I sometimes (but no more if I can help it) get a reduction of vividness and clarity. Not clear enough to mark as a 3rd LD, so I won't.


2/12/15
9am S has a little sister? No that's S (herself), her hair is just cut shorter. So cute in her bobbed haircut. Others here sitting in family room. Someone is performing or drawing attention and #deceasedFatherInLaw comes in standing tall and so much like I remember him. I almost say this is a dream out loud but I decide no need to. I am firmly lucid. I mess with a few DC's in the room and head towards the front of the house but that section is dark and the whole dream goes black. I stay calm and can feel I am still in the dream realm and decide to start to imagine my favorite water "rebirth." At first I get a slightly musty smell. Interesting. I start to feel the slight sensation of being in water and I wanted it to be significant waves but near shore and I started feeling it more and more but when I expected to see the shore I instead found myself indoors standing between a kitchen and family room. I see a door and am intrigued as to what might be on the other side. I open the door and it is dark and I don't want to lose visuals again so I keep one foot in the door and peek left and right. Visuals form down to the right but no DC's. It is 3 cubicle looking sections each with an old fashioned school desk facing a teachers desk in a very classic stereotypical scene. I look back inside the door where I came from and see a few DC's now including an attractive woman. I start to make out with her and lift up her top and while I am caressing her breasts her head becomes a boiling cooking pot full of some delicious looking beef stew. Weird! I then remember that I had some goals I wanted to do and I think about my memory pegs. I skip past peg 1 and 2 for some reason, perhaps because peg 3 was an older important goal I had forgotten about and hadn't re-prioritized until a day or two ago. The goal is to heal my back with a ball of white light. I decide two is better than one so I hold out both hands and just know and feel the white light in each hand and reach around to my back and place the white light on each side of my lower spine. It feels like it did something and I decide to reinforce the idea by bounding around the room pain free. (It seemed as if I hardly noticed the pain the next day, though I was sure the damage was still there based on less direct signs). After relishing my pain free back I pause to think about the next peg I wanted to do and seem to have trouble in the few seconds before fading all the way back to bed.

1045?Amazing dreamlets I continued with amazingly vivid clarity and very imaginative. Deep kitchen sink and swimming in clean water as a miniature.
Me tiny at my water fountain.
Me as a human looking at a tiny me to that me and then again down to an ant wondering into the nest through the tunnels and down to the queen ant.
Me in my bathroom downstairs. Enter toilet, nah. Sink drain, nah. Fresh water plumbing yes! House pipes to big main to treatment plant to aqueducts to reservoir to waterfall and river feeding reservoir to swimming with the salmon upstream!!! 1104 wake. (Not as good as an LD but amazing vividness for daydreaming).



2/11/15
sharing a bed with several people perhaps a hotel on a trip and I suggest laying sideways for more room for all. I end up next to #wifeSister #sisterInLaw and she doesn't mind that I see her in bra - I am dreaming - and we both get frisky. I touch her breasts and think about going downtown but not appealing to me. But! I stick my ahem in her mouth and she starts slow as if falling asleep then starts doing it how my very nicely like she is getting rather excited. Nice! Others on bed start moving around including wife. I don't seem worried. #GirlFriday is here also! She sits up on her knees on the bed and starts unbuttoning her red short shorts! She gets up and goes to corner just behind the door and finishes removing her shorts but just out of view. So hot! I think about shining my phone light over at her but have some doubt now.


Trippy elevator ride! Going up at angle again. Warpy feeling. We want to stop at 164th floor and we seem excited? Goes one past. stops several other floors before 165(?) picking up passengers.

Side notes:
Got a very bright white light at awakening in right corner of my right eye both 2/11 and 2/13 long before sunrise - completely dark!. Weird! Very strong hypnopompic hallucination. On 2/11 I noted: Bright light! I thought moon was shining through window into my eye but no! Even considered if a flashlight could have been weilded by someone. On 2/13 it was still fascinating but I had a better idea of what was happening.

My use of SSILD seems to have become too rote and I have switched over to dream control and dream sign based visualization as I fall to sleep especially at WBTB but it has also worked (resulted in an LD) after a seemingly too early WBTB after only 3 hours of sleep. Visualizations seem to be instrumental in creating DILD triggers. Some quick dream sign mantras the night of my most reliable dream sign (deceased father in law) may have played a part that night. I pretty much dependent on some form or length of WBTB to become lucid reliably.

Changing up RC triggers.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

I've been inactive with DV for a while now due to just enjoying the holidays with my family and keeping on top of things in life, now I've gained some free time to catch up on things.

Lucid 1: Was out camping for about 8 days and one night just had a random lucid.
I was running out of a building towards a beach on a nice summer day, in the distance I could see a beautiful woman walking towards me, she was under a big Pohutukawa tree which was in full bloom. The beach was white sand and in my peripheral vision the ocean was to my left and green hills to my right. I seemed to realize it was a dream and contemplated becoming 'lucid', then thought "Yeah sure, might as well", and looked at my hands. I became lucid as I did this and it didn't last long, I felt the dream slipping away, then I remembered that spinning sometimes stabilized the dreamland so I gave it a shot... I start spinning in a circle and I feel the dream coming back to me again, but I felt like my lack of experience let the dream slip away in the end.

Dream:
Last night I remembered meeting my flat mate Oliver and seeing him talking to my other flatmate Phillip, I come out and say hi and he gives me a nod and smile.