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I've been an extremely lazy dreamer lately so there hasn't been much to write about, but this dream occurred the other night after creating my character for Dragon Age: Inquisition. The appearance editor was so detailed that I ended up spending almost three hours designing my character's face! So the "make-up artist" theme of this dream was obviously day residue, but toward the end it became a little stranger.

I was a make-up artist, and a client came to me to have her rouge re-applied. She had attempted to do it herself but it hadn't been going well. She had chosen a very dark wine-red, and I started by trying to apply symmetrical circles of it on her cheekbones, that I planned to blend in later. I, too, was having trouble placing them symmetrically, and had to keep daubing on new circles.

The young woman looked very different from when last I'd seen her. Normally she came to me once a week; how long had it been since we'd seen each other? I remembered that our schedules had been at variance for a couple weeks, and last week she had planned to come but I'd had to cancel, so we must have missed three appointments altogether. That meant I hadn't seen her in a month, and apparently during that time she had transformed her whole appearance.

I had noticed some red scaly patches on her skin and diplomatically refrained commenting on them. I was glad of my tact when I realized they were a tattoo! Two lines ran from the back of her neck over the rim of her skull on both sides and down her face in a V-shape, down her forehead, skirting her eyes, and then down her cheeks to meet at a point on her chin. "How did they do the texture?" I asked, genuinely impressed, as I ran my fingers gently over the tattooed skin, impressed how life-like the crocodile-skin pattern was, how red and shiny and raised in individually structured squares. I thought I remembered reading something about this technique, about how the ridges of raised skin had to be individually sewn into shape until they set.

I was dissatisfied with the outcome of my attempts to apply the blush and moistened a cloth to wipe it all off and start over. I realized that the color was wrong. I explained that the wine-red she had chosen was a good color for one in the peak of health, but she was under a lot of fatigue and needed to choose something more subtle for best effect. I had a sort of mauve that was way too bland and washed out, but decided finally on a softly muted orange-gold shade. Meanwhile I was only now noticing the full extent of the girl's new body modifications, and started asking about them.

She explained that she had been trying out a new job in Portland, Oregon. That didn't surprise me at all, given her new look. Her reasons for going didn't sound like the best, though. She explained that a guy had started working at her company, and she had found him despicable, but then she thought she might try out being despicable too, so she was working a stint at his company, which was in Portland. I wasn't sure how long she thought this was going to last, but held my tongue and hoped for the best. But why would she get face tattoos for a job that probably wouldn't even last? It might not matter to her current employer, but it could make it hard to get hired somewhere else later. Attitudes about tattoos are becoming a lot more relaxed, but large face tattoos are still regarded as somewhat extreme. I noticed that in addition to the large lines of red scaly skin, there were two other smaller tattoos on her face in different colors that I hadn't noticed at first.

"I can tell you've been to Portland," I commented obliquely, after she had finished her story.

"How?"

"It's the only place I've seen head piercings on a regular basis." I was deliberately choosing my words to describe an example of some extreme body-mod that she was not currently exhibiting, which was difficult because the longer I looked at her, the more modifications I saw. And even my attempt to be tactful by avoiding comment on her specific modifications backfired: at my words she promptly demonstrated that she had a head piercing as well, a thick chain threaded through two round holes in the crown of her skull. Hanging decoratively from the chain was an eight-ball. Had she been trepanned earlier, I wondered? If so then they only would have had to add a single extra hole to create the piercing. The rig looked very heavy, though. I remembered that pool balls were always a lot heavier than they looked. And why an eight-ball? Was she aware that it was a gang symbol in some places?

I find myself driving with a stranger , we're in what looks to be a red car that just stop at a red light. That's when I had the memory of being in a movie scene. We kept driving in till I find myself on a school bus with my father, we discuss several things. Apparently I was an actor, my grandfather was refusing to accept my father money. He began telling me we need to find a way to convince him to get help. My father then catches a man staring at us on the opposite end of our seat. My father quickly ask what was the man job? He responded saying that it was mowing obama's lawn and that he was skilled at it. My father wanted to know why, the man said why as well.

This irritated my father and told him not to speak. That's when my father abruptly got up from his seat and walk toward the back of the bus. The man that had made my father left smiled at me. That's when the bus stop and all of us got up from our seats to exit the bus. When I arrived outside I notice the weather was clouded no doubt preparing to rain. The school was surrounded by skinny trees with no leaves on them and somehow I knew I had become a little kid once again.

My recall remembers parents had force me to attend school again. I ran pass a couple of buses and kids so I could reach the entrance first. Once there I enter inside a notice a lot of other small kids. I decided to keep jogging for a couple of minutes and began thinking to myself that school would be no problem. I had an idea what majority of what the questions would be like. Eventually as time went by I became aware that I was reaching the end of the hallway.

I began saying I have to start thinking more properly. I walk to a near by blue locker to lean against it so I could take my bag. Something I notice was that my pants had now disappeared and that a boy had turn around kept staring at me with a look I find familiar. I ask the boy what? He then grabs my bag but is unsuccessful in snatching it from me. My face then grows a smirk, I realize that I still had all my adult strength despite being a little kid again.

I grab his hand that is place on the bag and put pressure to show him the difference. I said did he like that as I could hear him panicking. That is when an accomplice of his came and grab on to the bag. I look at him and became lucid. Now I had better control dealing with the both of them. I push the first boy off to where landed on the ground. The other boy was a bit bigger so I kick him as he lets go of my shirt. I grab my bag and ask why do I always have to fight.

I look back to make sure they were down. That's when I had an FA. Lucidity Time: 11 seconds

Something to do with being late for my summer class. For some reason I was running up all these flights of stairs trying to get to class in time and worrying about some homework that I should have done. I think I was in some kind of hotel or dorm environment.


I was flying some kind of space fighter ship on patrol low above the moon. This big ring shaped ship that belonged to my friend S came out of nowhere and started missiles firing at me. He hit me twice and my ship was almost completely crippled. I turned around and rocketed toward him and hit him causing the ring to break and the whole ship to disintegrate.

What we were doing turned out to be a game sort of like Kerbal Space Program. He showed me this base he had built on the moon where the ring ships were built.


Something to do with the Teen Titans. Only they didn't look animated, they all looked like real people. Cyborg had some kind of malfunction that caused parts of his robot body to go haywire and automatically attack the other titans. I remember his arms and legs detached and came after everyone.

We had to dispose of his computer chip or something to return him to normal. This meant that I had to fly this big plane over the ocean and drop the chip from a certain height onto a certain spot on the ocean.

The ring shaped ship showed up again and shot the plane's engines.

The scene repeated several times.


I was back in my own neighborhood so this might have led into the lucid part of the dream. There was something to do with my next door neighbor having two driveways. Starfire showed up and asked me if that was normal. I think that's what caused me to become lucid but I don't remember.


I actually remember getting lucid twice last night, but I forgot what occurred while I was in one of the lucid dreams.

I do remember the other lucid involved me practacing waterbending on the lake behind my house. I was experimenting with different moves seeing what would work.

I remember using the push-and-pull move. (Thinking that it is a very basic move, also the first one that they ever did on the show.) But I was able to push-pull the whole entire lake making a big wave go from one side to the other. I sloshed it back and fourth faster and faster until the water filled up all of one side.

I then remember making the water into like a stream or a whip. The whip was disappointingly small and thin, but I seemed to have a good level of control over it.

I then tired making like a ghyser or a spray erupt out of the water but it didn't work. The water just bubbled up a little bit.

Lately, due to work I didn't have time to try anything, but today I had a day off and having slept adequately last night I tried WILDing in the midday nap.
So, I was sleepy (after reading about LD) but not very tired, and lied down with reminders in 60, 90, 120 and 150 mins. I relaxed but remained focused repeating the phrase "I remain aware". I was drifting in and out of awareness and at some point I felt I could roll and separate - but no luck. I then got up, as I had to use the bathroom, reset my timers and repeated the procedure. I remember listening to at least 3 of them ( some while I was lucid, and I was afraid that I will lose lucidity), but after waking up, only the first one had actually beeped...This second time, I relaxed deeper and found myself loosing consciousness much easier - but then I was back again feeling my body. During the deepenings I recall some random imagery (a strange statue, a meadow - that I imagined and then it took on on its own etc) and some hypnagogic sounds that I correctly recognized as such. At some time I felt the familiar sensation of my body starting to roll by itself and I was happy! But right then, I got that painful cramp right were the movement was felt more intense - in my waist - and it blocked the movement. I simply relaxed and just waited, and soon another strong movement started - and the same painful cramp. This time it turned me around and I was now lying on my belly. I knew I was in my dream body - and I was holding my mobile phone. Nevertheless I did a finger through Palm RC - that was positive - and I stood up with no sight. I felt my hands and body trying to stabilize the dream but still no sights - and still some cramp in my waist. I imagined being in a beach and simply waited. Btw I was hearing road sounds and thought that they were real-world and was worried if the dream ones will cover them (when I woke up, I realized that my room was actually very quite). So, gradually I started to hear beach sounds and then I saw a beach - like a sketch/comic and it was moving all around me. I tried to stabilize it and gradually I was on a real beach with my feet in the sand. I then remembered my goal, took of my right sock (I had quite some difficulty taking it off as new layers of it were underneath but I finally did it) and my big nail was as it is in real life - with nail fungus. I manifested a glowing light between my hands - that was actually quite thick, almost pasty - and covered my nail saying that this will cure it. I saw the fungus floating in the light and then my nail was perfectly clear and healthy! I was so happy that I started laughing out of happiness within the dream! Then I got up and thought of what to do next. I was now in a kitchen, so I took a knife to see how it cuts dream objects but the dream faded. Tried to stabilize it but I was without visuals again. Still I was feeling my dream body and I had now moved in a lying position. Tried the finger through Palm RC: positive. Then tried to squeeze and cut one of my fingers but got a very strong, painful cramp in that finger, so I had to stop. I thought that these can't just be dream hands. Some form of energy must flow in them and that's why it hurts when I interrupt it. Then I woke in my bed...
After waking up, I recalled other times that I had cut my fingers in a LD with no sensation at all...

Morning of May 31, 2015. Sunday.



In my first dream sequence there is something about my wife having gone somewhere and I am concerned about her return. At least our two youngest sons are wherever she is, it seems. My dream’s setting is quite mixed up. Even though I am apparently in Brisbane, it is rotated ninety degrees counterclockwise and placed in the Northern Territory (and as far north as possible in the particular region - apparently past Darwin). Not only that, one can walk to Tahiti, which is only a short distance, I think over a short bridge. There are a lot of people around, including a lot of Tahitians and activity at street markets, and it seems to be late afternoon. At any rate, my wife returns, seeming very cheerful, and she says we can probably live there because it only costs three hundred dollars a month (I am not sure if it is meant to mean that much for rent or for rent with every other expense).

Later, there is even more confusion of locations. I get the impression that we had been living in the King Street boarding house in America in Leonard S’s old room (where I have not been for over twenty years) which would be impossible regarding the number of people in our family, but now we are otherwise homeless and apparently had not payed rent for a long time (which has never been a real-life issue). However, at the same time, there is an additional (fictional) room adjacent to that room to the west which was “always” Leonard’s room. The house is seemingly completely vacant, without even the owners being there, thus it almost seems abandoned and a place we can continue to live for awhile - though I get the odd impression that I had somehow been building up thousands of dollars in back rent. Still, I walk into the hall and am able to wave at Leonard by somehow seeing through the wall into his room, though it is similar to the gap between the lower wall and the floor from years ago on Rose Street where I have not lived since I was six. He seems only about thirty and is seated on his bed. I do not go into his room or open his door but I can tell he seems somewhat happy to see me (even though according to my dream’s back story we had already been there for a time).

Eventually, my dream’s back story meanders around to where even the Tahiti concept seems wrong (almost causing my dream at this point to feel like a “reset”), as it now seems we could not move there anyway due to the fact that we need some sort of identification (to live there) that we do not presently have. This fact dawns on me when I walk back and forth from Australia to Tahiti a few times. Although I feel a strong sense of love for my family, my dream’s overall plot makes no sense at all from any perspective.

There is a short period of time where I seem to be in a (unknown) school but it is not very clear (though it could be the building my oldest son had martial arts classes). My dream takes on a sort of pattern and energy I have never seen before to my memory. An unknown girl (or possibly a young version of my wife) jumps forward a few times on a wooden floor and I clearly hear the clattering sound (almost as if her shoes are wooden as well but I do not think that is the case). When I look at her, it is almost like directly looking at the sun. There are layers of light around her and there is an intense sense of energy as she jumps in a direction directly from where I am - though I seem either disembodied or implied to be lying on the floor a short distance behind her. It is almost like seeing with x-ray vision, though again, just layers of light of different magnitudes, though there is a very subtle glowing bone-like structure “inside” her. I believe the dress is white. There seem to be layers of “filaments” rather than skin and muscle yet I still get the impression that she is just an ordinary human which I am seeing under particular conditions.

I was walking up the stairs in a skyscraper. It was dark, old place, looking like it was built in IX century. Suddenly I realised that this is a dream. There was a group of DCs going up. I shouted "I need to check something outside!" and ran down the stairs to reception.

The reception was empty. There were old vending machines near benches, an empty flower pot and receptionist workplace. I opened the door outside. It was cold, starless and moonless night. There were people in hoodies standing all around the entrance, waiting until they can enter the building.

I jogged through some alleys and empty streets, until I found myself on a square in front of a medical center. I wanted to go inside, but seeing that the doors were closed I had to find another way in. I ran towards the wall, but I couldn't phase through it.

I made a nose RC. It was strange, but it worked, so I was sure this is my dream. I tried to pull my hand through the wall, but it couldn't phase through. I just touched the cold, concrete wall. Suddenly someone from the crowd, that wanted to enter the center too, shouted: "Hey! You!"

I turned around and saw a bully from my old school. I knew what were his intentions, and couldn't stop myself from charging at him. I tried to strike him with my fists two times, but he dodged and counter-attacked successfully. He started to laugh, as if I just followed his plan.

I was preparing for another attack, but suddenly another DC ran towards us and shouted "Stop!" But she was too late. As I tried to strike again, I've lost lucidity and woke up.

Guess I'm not too great at doing this every day, whoopsie. My initial hype and motivation has been replaced with a more calm dedication, maybe. Every night before bed I talk to my tuppers about LDing, I meditate on LDing, I obsess over it. At least I'm falling asleep at reasonable times again.

I thought I forgot about my dream until my tupper told me to write this, and now that I'm thinking back, I can remember plenty from my last before waking up, let's see...

I was in the hospital, supposedly visiting my grandmother. I waltzed into different rooms and hung out with different old people, none of whom were my grandma. I spoke to a doctor shortly, who asked me to help him out with something, so I think I got hired on the spot. Right next to the old people ward where they sat and waited to die in miserable little beds there was an office where old ladies were working on doing administrative work. I'm not sure if they were supposed to be patients or... One of them told me where grandma was, so I visited for a sec (the old lady in question definitely wasn't a grandma of mine, but dream-me believed it). Then work called, and I had to take the elevator down to the hospital gardens/kitchen hybrid.

The room where the elevator was also seemed to be some attic where all the (hot and young girls in the dream) nurses hung out, and I'm not sure why but I had to sit there while they all changed into bathing suits. Good dream. I tried to hide that I was peeking, but I saw boobs. The elevator was more of a fridge in appearance, but it had little windows. It rolled outside and pretty much went down a rollercoaster track, including little jumps and shit that would make rollercoaster tycoon guests vomit all over your pavement. That shit was scary, yo. Anyway, I arrived at the gardens, and some old dude said I needed to start cooking and handed me a knife before leaving.

My little brothers came along to the gardens while I just stood there and started smoking weed. I got upset at them because I'd get fired, and I think that's when I woke up.