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Great start to the morning. It's been a while, but I finally had...another lucid!
After going the weekend with no recall whatsoever, having a lucid this morning was a nice surprise. While the dream was short, and I couldn't recall much from before I went lucid, it's a success nonetheless.
Somebody (don't remember who) gave me enough money to take my girlfriend out on a date to go eat somewhere. Love was in the air, surely it'll be a wonderful date...wait. Ah, there's my girlfriend's mom (are you noticing the recurrences here?). Turns out, she needs me to investigate a case before I can take my girlfriend out on a date. This case involves a serial killer who has been active around the area recently. (colored serial killer a light purple, as killers seem to be a frequent occurrence in my dreams lately.
I partnered up with a man whom I've never met before, and just as we started planning what to do about the case... I woke up. My alarm went off at 4:30, and I had to go to work in about an hour and a half. Luckily, I knew I had set an alarm for 5:00, so I decided to drift back to sleep. And wouldn't you know it, I returned to the exact same dream, right where I left off.
Only this time, something was amiss. None of this seemed real. Something (I'm not sure what) gave me the feeling that I should do a reality check. I pinched my nose and tried to breathe, and I was able to. "I'm dreaming!!" I shouted. My partner looked at me with an odd expression, but just dismissed my apparent insanity with a "Yeah, whatever..."
He immediately wanted to get back to looking into this serial killer. "Won't be a problem. Let's use this," I said matter-of-factly. It was here that I imagined a filing cabinet full of info about the killer to appear in front of us. I expected it to be there, and POOF, there it was, as if it had been there all along. I pulled the drawer open, satisfied with my successful attempt at dream control. And then...
I woke up for the last time, my alarm for 5:00 blaring in my ears. So, needless to say, that left me feeling pretty good! I've never created something with dream control before. Before this, I've flown, did acrobatics, and threw a fridge across a room, but creating something is a new one for me. It was effortless too, no problem making it appear whatsoever. A good milestone, I think.

First dream

I was walking in the countryside. I was halfway to the nearest city. There were fields on the left and right, and a forest in the distance. I met a brunette girl with bright blue eyes. She was wearing a white t-shirt, bright blue skirt, and had a necklace. I can't recall how the necklace looked like.

She asked me if I can take some flowers for her from the field. I jumped onto the field, and looked for the plant she wanted to receive. When I got out, I was all in mud, dirty. She was really thankfull.

I decided to go with her to the nearest shop. She chosen what she wanted to buy. The shopkeeper demanded huge amounts of money for only four products. I tried to remove some of the more expensive, but it was still huge.

I checked my wallet, and it was empty. I asked if she has any money. The girl checked her wallet, and found nothing as well. She asked me if we can just take the products and run away, and after a while of consideration I decided that we should just go away, without taking anything.

We walked out of the shop. Suddenly we found ourselves in front of my house. There was a black man - student of Oxford college. He was weaing a green hoody with Oxford written on the back. He went to the street, met other students, and rapped.

Second dream

I was walking in school. There was a girl that was looking for her lover. I tried to help her. We found out that there was a man who had a few girlfriends. They received that information rather quickly.

Third dream - recurring, different ending than before

Technology became so advanced that humanity could revert all it's impact on environment, and then move to huge vault-complexes. Nobody leavd their vaults, except for moving to another vault, either by trains or cars that used form of energy, that doesn't create any pollution.

I was with a group of teenagers. The group consisted of three men, and two women. I can't recall if any of them used names in the whole dream. One had dark hair, and was wearing white shirt and jeans trousers. Second guy had blond air, and was wearing black t-shirt and jeans trousers. I was the third one. The first girl had brown hair, and was wearing grey t-shirt and jeans trousers. I can't recall the second girl.

Somehow we found a way to the surface, but after we got out the way was sealed. It was cold early morning. The vault was surrounded by fields with growing crops. There was a road and train track nearby. We tried to go back the sealed way, but it wouldn't open.

I decided that we should spread out, and see if we can find a way. If we do, we must call for the rest. I searched the area close to the sealed way. My point of view changed. I was the guy with white t-shirt. I was searching some basements. I saw a way, looking like ducts, but I hesitated if I should enter it.

Then my vision changed again. I was the guy with black t-shirt. I was on the road. I dodged some cars to get close to the trains, but I saw that they open only from inside the vault, and have no windows. I saw that there is a way from under the train track, but it risks death if I would be there where train comes.

My point of view changed again. From the top view I saw the girl, searching some rooftops and going into corridors. Suddenly a door in the corridor opened. The girl was scared and was crying.

Then I was back at my point of view. I found a hidden switch, which moved a platform to the rooftop. I found a way inside there. I immediately sended a message to the rest of the group, and the came quickly, We just jumped through the hole, and landed safely in the corridor near apartments of the vault.

*Usually the dream ended with:

- The guy in white t-shirt killed by mechanisms when trying to go through ducts;

- The guy in black t-shirt hit by car when moving on the road; killed by train while trying to find the way under the tracks; killed by a serial killer when following the road to the entrance;

- The girl killed by mad scientist after entering mysterious room;

- Me catched by mad scientist, and killed by serial killer;*

False awakening

I "woke up" in my bed. I felt a strong pain in my teeth. I touched one with my tongue, and felt a huge hole in it. I felt that I touch my gums through it. After a while all of my teeth started to fall out of gums, and form a ball of crushed teeth. I took it out of my mouth, and then awakened.

In my dream I and a dream character found Slenderman. He was injured and though he didn't intend to be friendly we were determined to help him...well I was anyway. You see, Slenderman was hurt somehow even if it didn't appear so and was unable to teleport so of course I would help him! We stopped at a store to buy something, Slenderman followed us inside, when he was spotted it caused an uproar in people of the store. They demanded why he was here. How did he return? After he had been banished/defeated somehow. We ran back to the truck we had driven there in, a mob following behind and drove away, SLenderman rode in the bed of the truck.

I woke up in the middle of a conversation with Slenderman, asking him why he couldn't teleport and where we had to go to get him back home...or at least what we could do to teleport him out of there.

Not sure why I had that dream but I loved it!
Also, I think I know where the whole banished/defeat part came from. You see I was watching a youtube channel called MyDarkJournal yesturday and this person has a Slenderman video series in one of the videos she tells a story about how SLenderman was defeated or at least something like Slenderman. Sooo...yeah.

Non-lucid
I sit down to watch a superhero movie, similar to the Incredibles where there's a whole super family, with my mother and immediately get sucked into it. I'm now somewhat "playing" the teenage daughter, and my family, myself, and captured civilians are in the evil person's jet hangar.
There's a cute boy who isn't a superhero and doesn't know that I am one, and I have a crush on him. But unfortunately I know our arch enemy is hanging around, waiting to stir up trouble. I go into the bathroom, where my superhero family is hiding from her, and making a plan of action.
I then wonder about the boy and peek outside. He's talking with our nemesis! I have to get him away from her! I call him over, which gets the attention of our evil nemesis, but the boy does come over. I pull him into the bathroom, and tell him things like "don't listen to her" and "be brave" and such. "Trust in me" I plead with him. He nods. I then leave the bathroom to go rescue the civilians.
I hardly get very far when the boy comes to me and says "Hey! You left you phone!" The evil villain grins in the distance. The boy hands it to me and I notice a flashing light, that's flashing quicker and quicker. A bomb! I quickly flick that away, in the direction where nobody was nearby and it explodes the second it touches the ground. (This part happens in just a matter of seconds.) I look back at my phone in his hand and the phone is still blinking! I slap it out of his hand and push him away. The slap didn't fling the phone very far at all, it was too close to everyone. And it was blinking ever faster. I gingerly kick it down the tunnel where the jet is. It didn't explode, but it's still not far enough. I'm shaking in fear and because of adrenaline, but mostly fear. I kick it again, a little harder this time. It explodes, massively, farther down the tunnel, and I can feel the heat. I collapse on the ground, crying, psychically and emotionally drained. That almost killed my family, these innocent people, and my crush.
During the huge explosion, the jet behind it turns on. A flame bursts from its tail, and starts pulling me toward it. I try to run out, but I get sucked further in. I make a force field around me to protect me. I glance up, at the boy who is standing at the mouth of the tunnel, looking at me in horror.
The POV turns to him, and now I'm watching the teenager get pulling to the jet as it gets hotter and louder through his eyes. She starts to grow in her force field, but she's not strong enough to stop the blades that she's getting sucked in to. (honestly though why are there blades on a jet?) She keeps growing and growing at a faster pace, and finally grabs the blades, forcing them to stop and break off. But she's still getting sucked in to the jet. She forces herself under the jet, and looks at me one last time. She looks terrified.
Everything goes black and all I see are two huge, glowing red eyes and I hear growling.
The scene changes. I'm leaving a movie theater with my mother, and sister. We're talking about the movie while walking through the parking lot. Zack is in the parking lot, and he gives me the middle finger. I feel confused, and a little insulted. I never did anything to him. He joins our party, begrudgingly, and we walk to the park. At the park, there's a little gazebo where two pianos stand back to back, along with other, smaller, instruments. One piano is an upright, the other is a grand. People are welcome to play with them, and they're kept in excellent condition. I consider playing Jonsi's Where No One Goes from HTTYD2, but decide against it. We walk out of the park, and arrows lead us to another parking lot.
Then, I wake up.

I was on the playground at the youthcenter I went to when I was little. I thouht that I probably was dreaming since I were there so I tried to do a RC and correct enough I was dreaming.
I walked out of the playground and said "Clairty now!" while I was touching things to make the dream more stable. I wondered what I should do and of course I thought of flying but this time with thought of everyday expectations. So I walked out in the middle of the street spread my arms like wings and started to run. For some reason I ran very fast, and the coolest thing was that it worked very well. I took of and I Just flew like it was natural. I saw a casttle-like building, forest, the playground, and lots of other things. I switched flying mode from airplane to superman style and it worked very well aswel. What I liked about flying in lucid dreaming, is that you can feel the wind on your face and your whole body, it's so cool, and you get to see things from a whole new perspective.
I spotted a guy on the ground I found him a little suspicious, he was like blinking and transforming. Almost like mistique from x-men. I flew down and landed at the playground and just watched him. He ran away out of a gate. So I thought that he is gone now. So I started to stabilize the dream, and I tried if I could remember any DV TotM but I couldnt. Across the street stood my aunt and I went to speak to her, and suddenly I were in a room. There were lots of Diablo 3 (Video game) stuff, ex-school friends came in the room. I lost lucidity... I think the dream tried to overwhelm me.

I got a drawing tablet for my computer. It was really small but it worked really well. It almost seemed like it was drawing what I wanted for me. I was really happy because it let me add more style to my drawing and draw so much faster.


I was at some kind of summer camp... or something to do with college. S was there. They wanted the two of us to 'study' together. But this didn't mean studying math or science or something like that. It meant that we had to enter a shared dream and learn more about each other. We thought it would be a good idea.

They put us into a hotel-like room with two rooms and closed the door. The rooms had the feel of the rooms from the beach resort my family visits every year. It was dark and we both fell asleep very quickly.

And we are a-go for faulty lucidity.

We wound up in some kind of store. It was difficult to tell what kind it was, it had sort of a unique feel to it. It didn't just feel like we were in a meijier or a wal-mart or something. The building was extremely fancy and intricate, but the items they were selling were, for the most part, the same stuff you would find in a convenience store.

And what does S do, he start's stealing stuff left and right off the shelves. I remember he even took a 64gb flash drive from right next to the cash register and she didn't notice.

The thing is, this is actually true about him IWL. I have seen him steal things before. He once stole a pop from a truck that was unloading food/drinks behind our school.

I drew the line when he somehow got his hands on a gold chain from the jewelry section. I told him I wasn't gonna tell on him or even make him put any of the things he had stolen and hid in his pocket back. But I did tell him that if he was going to steal things, he shouldn't keep me around because if he got caught, I'd hate to go down with him.

We went into a blind spot between two security cameras. For some reason this scene was like a cartoon. I started shaking him and all of this gold/jewels/money fell out of him into a big pile on the floor. I kept shaking him because I knew there was more and a black sports car fell out of the back of his hoodie. (Don't ask me how that fit in there.)

For some reason he got extremely mad and stormed out of the store, cussing all the way. (With all of the stolen goods in a big pile in his arms.)

I FA'd into the room and the camp counselor came in. She started going through a chart of people. I saw that S was no longer asleep on the other bed in the room. She showed me some chart with everyone's names on it and asked me to rate it.

-WBTB-

Something to do with living on a flat/castle/fortress like house in the middle of nowhere. I can remember it looked like real life, everything had texture and was real, but things felt like Minecraft. Perhaps it was the zombies and skeletons that were attacking me.

I was fighting them but I fell off the roof and died. I re-spawned back at my bed. I was actually a tad bit semi lucid here since I knew that I was a character in a video game. There was a wooden chest next to my bed; when I opened it I saw it was full of items like in Minecraft. I was looking for an Iron or Diamond sword.

There were a bunch of items made of lead for some reason. (Lead swords, axes, shovels, etc.) I also remember there being a gold sword. But no diamond or iron weapons. Nothing I could rely on.

I decided to run to where my old items dropped, but they had disappeared.

After failed tryings in the morning I got raged out and decided to just stay still, even if my parents are awake and loud as fuck.
So there I was , waiting, after around 10-20 minutes I lost lucidity but quickly regained. Was just wandering around in the thoughts , and was visualizing a square because I wanted to make my own dreamscape .
A starting room , not so much but failed.
After a while I had HI , But it stopped after I moved my eyes, then I had a similar thing but now I was able to walk around , I suppose that was the dream but it was all hazy , maybe because I was hearing the noises outside and the noises were loud.
but I stay inside.
Everything is foggy, the eyelid void was covering all my vision, it was very unstable like if its gonna collapse in any moments, But I didnt care.
So I was before this supermarket, in the parking lot was some kind of festival , no cars , only stages and tents
Then I entered a shop, it seemed to be selling decorations but then I saw little guitars ,ouds, tried them and it sounded like the normal ones. The cashier woman said something , but I didnt listen. Then I gone over there and tried to kiss her. But just before I did , I falled over into the dreaming void this reddish, smokey thing.
In the next moment I was having sex with someone , then I transported into my room.
I was sitting on my bed , looking at the clock. I blinked , nothing changed, I blink again, now its goes 20:00a
I blink twice again , now its 00:08
I got sure that I'm still sleeping , but I still hear the outside noises, all is unstable.
At this point I wake up because for some reason , I wake up when its 10 am.

So now that was a shitty quaility successfull WILD?

Morning of April 6, 2015. Monday.



This is only the second longer dream related to the “Supernatural” television series as far as I know. However, there is a huge number of older dream records I have not looked at recently that were never online or newly researched, so it is possible there are older ones. In this case, it is concerning the actual characters rather than the actors as in my last related dream.

Firstly, Sam and Dean join with Crowley to kill hellhounds and other beasts (including the “monster” from “F/X” from 1986). Sam, Dean, and Crowley seem like best friends with a long history of helping each other. The setting seems to be some sort of isolated hall inside a building or offset from this world. Crowley is injured by the F/X beast and Sam and Dean pull him to safety after defeating every beast. I am seemingly not directly part of the action here because I am never threatened in any way even though I am on the scene fully in-body and thus actually present.

Eventually, I am in a large mansion that apparently belongs to another member of the Winchester family. It is a younger male. Sam and Dean stay in this place while Crowley gets better. Oddly, he rests in a large drawer in a large four-tier chest of drawers, I think the third drawer up. He has cuts and bites all over his wrists and around his neck.

An amusing scenario is when I hint at what Sam and Dean have been doing for a long time, as the other male who owns the mansion does not know anything about it. Every now and then, I mention words like “supernatural”, “hellhounds”, “ghosts”, and so on. Every time I use a word as such, Dean gives me a concerned “don’t you dare” look as if the other male is not supposed to know anything about Sam and Dean even though he is family. Finally, I say “hunters” (my last “hint word”) which makes both Sam and Dean look at me in an extraordinarily annoyed manner. The other male never really understands what I am talking about, though, as I am only giving clues rather than directly explaining or revealing anything.

At one point, I show the unknown male the scar on my left wrist. It is larger than in real life (typical in-dream “magnification”) and with several more defined hollow areas. Dean has a scar similar to mine also on his left wrist, though with stitch marks in a straight line near where the hand meets the wrist, about five or six small holes. I explain how my scar was caused by a fight with an octopus-like sea monster. (I even have a vague false in-dream memory of this fictional event).

Eventually, Crowley wakes up and slowly crawls out of the drawer and his wounds are all somehow healed. He is apparently completely human now. He attempts to move things with magic, such as a book and a stack of papers, but nothing happens. He also now seems only about twenty years old and seems very dejected. A voice comes down from a corner of the room. It is his mother (who has apparently taken over Heaven and has a lot of minions). He does not say anything about having no powers though I am aware he is scared because she demands to see him and he cannot teleport. I am uncertain as to what his fate will be.

I try to move some papers (by magic) from a high stack of old papers on the chest of drawers but nothing happens. I am annoyed but do not draw attention to myself. I end up leaving and walking out the front entrance into the night, finding myself on Loomis Street walking southerly. Behind me is a cheerful group of about six college or high school students, one being a young version of my wife (which I do not realize until later). As I walk, I sometimes cause, by apparent “magic”, a single maple leaf (there is only one here and there along the way although there is other organic debris on the sidewalk) to move from the middle of the sidewalk into the street. At one point, however, the trick seems to be done by blowing downwards with my hands cupped and works as such. The others do not notice or at least are not astounded or impressed. However, it dawns on me that this is “not possible” (I am never lucid) and I cannot do either the magic or the blowing again to make a leaf move anymore, though I attempt it again several times as we walk. There is ambiguity here; sometimes the “maple leaf” is more like a piece of Spanish moss or steel wool (which seems the “same”) with a very vague association with a miniature cage or cage-like “nest”.

Soon, it is late morning even though it was around midnight just seconds before. I am attracted to my wife (the group now walking ahead of me) and cause some sort of cable near the sidewalk (probably the large telephone cable being installed here recently) to rise slightly and move around near her legs to stop her from getting too far ahead of me. Another (unknown) female sits behind an unlikely “outdoor counter” on a street corner. Eventually, my wife and a couple others of the group sit down against an outer wall that is somewhat like part of a school. I notice that my headphones are entangled within the cable I had been magically moving about by telekinesis. I mentally cause the headphone cord to become disentangled and rise straight in the air and “plug itself into” the underside of the roofed sidewalk. I also notice that sections of the eaves are like the ground, that is - upside-down ground by which the dirt and a few pieces of debris (as well as a gum wrapper or some such) somehow does not fall. (Do I detect a play here on “plugging into Eve?”)

I then start to admire my wife’s legs (which are still partly within a section of the cable but not that entangled) and contemplate how to be with her from then on. It seems the only concern worthy of focus.

Later, there is some sort of secondary dream or slowed-down hypnopompic “epilogue” where Sam is sitting in a dungeon-like room with straw on the floor near an old wooden door with bars. A holographic human torso (no arms or head - just the torso, but wearing some sort of Middle Ages doublet) keeps moving through the closed door at about a forty-five degree angle, ghost-like, but not threatening, causing Sam to jump in exaggerated surprise and puzzlement each time. This scene eventually changes to a dalmatian in the same place barking at, and dodging, red targeting lasers from an unknown source (illogically, seemingly from the inside wall of the room opposite the door, though this actually does not seem to be the case as the dog does not seem to notice anyone with a rifle in the room). For a short time, I “remember” that Sam Winchester is a dalmatian, but then I realize I am thinking in abstract terms and wake.

Yet again, my dream seems to be partially triggered by something my wife had seen and thought about (which has happened hundreds of times over the past several years). She had checked the details of the “Supernatural” show a day before she usually does (without saying anything). The cables (and “plugging in my headphones”) could actually be some sort of metaphorical form concerning telepathy between two people. That is my guess at this point, anyway.

Long time no see, DV. With the IOSDP being dead and all, I've decided to post some DJs and hopefully get back into the swing of things. DV and lucid dreaming has helped me through rough times in my life, and I want to see what I can do.

I was going to note some of my goals for LDing here, but it's gettting late and the site was mean and logged me out when I was typing and didn't save anything.

LD: I am in a house that is somehow more bland and uninviting than a high school, with drab white walls. I already know I'm dreaming, but flicker the switch to make sure (which in hindsight wasn't the best idea). I walk outside, only to find lines of houses exactly similar to it. The sky is a dull gray. It's a perfect representation of boredom.

I decide to poke around a bit. Behind a fence, a pack of dogs appears that have always been the chasers in my dreams. I've suffered excruciating physical pain on their account., This time, however, I quickly fly away, leaving them confused on the ground.

At some point, when I stop flying, I land inside of a bathroom. I take a quick glance in the mirror. I seem to be dressed normally, inn a green tshirt and shorts as I always am in my dreams. I try to use the computer next to the sink, but it's running MS-DOS and constantly asking me for security questions. Everything blurs a little.

When I come to, I have the feeling that I'm being chased. I can't quite make out what it is. it seems to be purple, somewhat amorphous. There's a brick wall in front of me. I look up at the sky, and instinctively run up the wall. I wake up.

4.6.15

Last night fell asleep on the sofa, moved to bed at midnight. Slept till 6am, WBTB till 6:30.

Got up at 10, no WILD, back to sleep sometimes later.

Another nap I think later. Losing track of time.

This dream recalled hours after waking up.

I'm a teacher. Talking at home to my old english or biology teacher, telling her my methods. I apparently make flash cards with info that I hold up so kids can read them while I say the info on them as well. I have 2 more methods for different classes.

#428 - DEILD - 6:28AM

I intended to have G + Menthol during WBTB but I just could not get out of bed. Luckily, I pulled off a late morning DEILD. I was slightly disappointed that I got my dream goals all wrong, but I was super stoked to get lucid regardless.

I am watching YouTube through my TV and I see that CanisLucidus has his own lucid dreaming channel now. There's a lot of how-to talk and then does some funny skits and songs like some variety show. At first I think Wurlman and I need to step up out podcast game, but I quickly decide that we have our own thing going and shouldn't try to one-up CL. I find his show very entertaining and I am amused that we now have a really cool lucid dreaming TV show. I notice my father next to me on the couch and I expect him to say something about how he dislikes what I am watching, but he remains very quiet. I wake up.

At first I am pissed that galantamine didn't do much for me but then I realize I passed right back out when my alarm went off. I move a bit and get comfortable and settle right into meditation. Instead of focusing on breath I use body awareness in my hand and arms as my anchor. I hit heavy HI really quickly and my daughter says something about my hands feeling numb. at the same time, I realize they are very tingly like I had my circulation cut off. I say to her, "As soon as my hands start feeling different [normal] you let me know. OK?" I wonder, Will that really work? If I lose lucidity will my subconscious tell me when I am fully in the dream? Right after this thought, I notice I have vibrations. I decide now is the time to shift my awareness to something external — the center of the room. I start to feel some tendency to separate, so I try sitting up. It takes a lot of effort to move only a few inches and I hear a voice, "You've got to work those astral muscles. It's been awhile so it's going to feel tough at first, but the more you exercise the better..." I accept what my inner-self is telling me and make I several efforts to get up; each getting easier. Once I sit up completely, I visualize the motion of running and a scene quickly comes to view.

I am in a kitchen in a different house. I spot a back door and run to it. As I step into the back yard, I notice the numbness in my hands still, so I shift my awareness from body once more to the dream environment and quickly forget the hand sensation. I try to think of my goals, but my mind feel slightly jumbled. Flying. I was supposed to fly. I look up at the day time sky and begin to make swimming motions allowing me to slowly rise up. There is something about the swimming motion that brings my focus back to my body and the dream darkens, threatening to crash. I stay calm and simply shift my focus back to something more visually external. I see that I am tangled in a tree and I use it to pull my weightless body up higher then, jump onto the roof of the house. Now I think maybe my goal was to make music with random objects in the dream. I look around and, on the house, I see some sort of wooden structure with many different types of roof vents lined up. I decide these will make great drums and I begin to strike them with my hands. At first It is just a dull flat sound with no real rhythm. I try harder to have some sort of pattern, but my visuals won't match the sound. I decide it's better to just look away and I quickly get some sort of drum beat with realistic sounds. A song quickly forms and I sing the first words that some to my mind in a jazz tone, "Well, my little baby... she's a real sexy lady now.... Yeeaahhh." I am slightly startled how different my voice sounds, but I don't let it distract me. Organ music begins play a little tune now as I see movement in the corner of my eye. A black cat is walking along the road out front and I feel a strong desire to go after it, but I can't decide if I want to stop the music now or play a little more. I am torn between the two and sit there undecided as I suddenly wake up.