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Ritual: Slept from about 1:45 to 6:15am, woke to record a vivid NLD, decided to turn it into a WBTB and try to get lucid. I wanted to use some light supplements but nothing powerful, only alpha-gpc and bacopa... but after wondering why one of the bacopa capsules I'd just swallowed was white, I realized, oh shit, when traveling recently I had put some galantamine in the same bottle! I had no interest in taking galantamine this morning but now it seemed there was nothing to be done. Then I had an idea: since piracetam counters the more unpleasant effects of galantamine, and since it now frequently acts for me as a lucid trigger on its own, what might happen if I took the two at the same time? It had never occurred to me to try this before.

Writing this up after the experiment, I feel like an alchemist who has just stumbled across the philosopher's stone. Wow. After going back to bed 7am I did some prep before falling asleep and then found myself dreaming lucidly for over an hour, waking at 8:30am, probably my longest stint to date. Then I wrote up everything I could remember, lay back in bed to remember and write down some more, went back to sleep, and found myself in another semilucid that presented itself as building on events from the previous dream (though I'm not convinced it actually was). At 10:30am I woke again, feeling thoroughly surfeited and satisfied with so much dreaming.

DILD, "Three Houses": The dream lasted so long that there was even a point midway through it where I thought to myself, "With everything I've already experienced, how am I ever going to remember all this? There's just no way, especially if I keep going. Should I just wake up?" But the answer came readily, "No way! I want to keep experiencing it, even if I can't remember everything later." There were a number of shifts and transitions that might normally have destabilized the dream and woken me, but I felt confident in my ability to navigate them safely.

Although I don't clearly remember the beginning of the dream, I'm sure it was a DILD because I recall having one of those thought sequences like, "Hey... I think I might be drea—yes, of course I'm dreaming. Duh. I knew that." Experiences like these confirm for me that lucidity goes beyond mere dream awareness (which in itself can be non-lucid, as I've experienced many times) to encompass that awareness of dream awareness, a kind of meta-awareness, that enables agency. Once I had agency, it was on to my tasks. I had two main tasks planned, working on the "intellego" technique from Ars Magica and trying this month's bonus TOTM. I prioritized the latter because it is time sensitive.

Random house: Although I was upstairs in a house when I got lucid, I decided that to do the task properly I should start with a fresh one. I went out to the balcony, which looked out over some tall pines bordering the backyard, and easily levitated into the air. I was floating over a residential neighborhood with numerous houses to choose from, so I tried to let instinct guide me. Although the outside of the house I picked didn't inspire any sense of connection—it was an ordinary two-story suburban home in blue-grey clapboard—I figured I should look inside.

My first distinct impression was how heavy the front door was, one of those old ones made of solid wood. I had to manually lock it behind me and the bolt was hard to turn, though even at the time this struck me as mere DR, since the sensation of forcing the bolt was identical to what I have to do currently with my patio gate in WL. After entering, I found myself in a short plain white hallway, and started wandering through and trying various doors.

Although my intention had been to find house that represented me, and I even muttered something to this effect aloud a few times as I wandered through this one, I still didn't feel any connection with this place. All the rooms on the ground floor were vacant and a bit dirty, as though someone had moved out in a hurry. I wondered if I was seeing an empty house because I've never actually owned a house of my own in WL, having always rented, so I never had experienced a house that truly did represent me. I opened one door and it led into an enclosed porch or sunroom, also empty. I went back inside and found an interior room with no windows. I thought that if I did live here, this would be a great place to build bookshelves, something I've always wanted to do if I had a house of my own. This house, however, didn't look like a place would ever really want to live, much less a place could represent me in any meaningful way.

I was annoyed with how empty and uninteresting the ground floor was, so as I went upstairs I reinforced my intention for the house to represent me. At the top of the stairs were two rooms, and these were cluttered with scattered boxes of junk. Might this represent a cluttered state of mind? I looked around at the seemingly random stuff, but once again I felt no connection with it. There were big boxes crammed with vinyl record albums... but I've never owned any vinyl, having grown up in the era of cassettes and then CDs. There was a smaller box containing smaller records, and I tried to remember what that format was called. "Eight-tracks" was what I came up with—clearly I didn't have full access to WL memory, because I'm well aware that eight tracks are those big chunky early cassettes, and only after waking did I remember that the miniature records are properly called "singles." I've never owned any of those either. When I saw that another box on the floor contained an open bag of what appeared to be maxipads, I started to get annoyed. This is just random junk! Sure, I'm a woman, I occasionally use maxipads, but I really don't think they have any special meaning for me... apparently the dream is not cooperating with my intention. That part, at least, is nothing new. My dreamstate has never been entirely cooperative.

I went back downstairs and out through a garage. It was mostly empty, but there was a chest of drawers there, where I began to try out my second task. "Intellego," I said, touching the wood (I wasn't sure if the Form should be "Corpus," so I left it blank.) All I could read from the chest of drawers was a vague impression of the craftsman's hands, and a feeling that it might have been made in India. That made sense, I figured... how much information could I expect out of furniture, anyway?

I went outside and looked up into the sky. It was full of fluffy, almost cartoonish clouds. "Intellego auram!" I shouted. I got no response, even when I repeated the command several times and focused specifically on the wind. Well, what did I expect to learn from the sky? The current strength and pattern of wind currents? What possible meaning could that have for me? I suppose it was a failure of imagination, but "intellego auram" produced no impressions at all.

Aspirational house: I wasn't happy with my first house attempt, but figured I should try again. I tried to find a house that looked more like something I would actually want to live in. Stone walls, of course, something old and solid and dignified. I "located" such a house but it felt a bit fake, like I was forcing the issue, maybe even creating an overlay of what I wanted to see over what was actually there. I tried to remind myself this is dream, nothing is "actually" there, and went through the front door.

This front door was also pleasingly solid and heavy, and it latched shut on its own, a big improvement over the last one. I found myself in a little coatroom or antechamber, and from there passed through another door into a spacious kitchen. As I walked in I was still determined for this to be the house I was hoping for, so at first I felt like my impressions were driven more by imagination than dream. But after a moment dream took over, and my vague wishes solidified into a magnificent kitchen. It was long and narrow, and over to my right I had the impression of a stove range where a woman was cooking. To my left was the food storage area, consisting of a large refrigerator, floor-to-ceiling stainless steel doors that turned out to be the cupboards for dry goods, and the glass doors of a built-in freezer that also occupied a whole section of the wall. Although I had created the basic structures through my own deliberate imagining, as I now opened the doors and peeked at the contents, I was satisfied that dream had followed through and spontaneously filled in the details. When I opened the door of the refrigerator, there was even a beautifully frosted white cake, and although I thought I heard the woman across the room warning me not to touch it, I couldn't resist lifting up a corner of the plastic cover and using my finger to swipe a bit of the frosting. The vivid taste made me glad of my mischief... just like real buttercream!

I don't remember the other rooms of this house as clearly as the kitchen, though in contrast the last house it was furnished and even peopled. Upstairs I ran into a guy with a beard and mustache and decided to work on my ongoing attempt to summon game characters. I wondered if it would work better if I started with a character I had less interest in, so that I'd be less concerned about "getting it right." Last night in DA:I I had some conversation scenes with Blackwall in which I basically friendzoned him, so I tried to transform this DC into him by visualizing the scene I remembered. The voice was easier than the face; it wasn't a complete success but not a complete failure either. Unexpectedly I ended up kissing the DC (which was not in the original scene), and it was at this point that he seemed most like the game character, though I didn't take our interactions any further.

In further exploring the upstairs of this house, I opened a closet door and found myself in—I'm not sure what to call it, maybe "the labyrinth," a kind of claustrophobic dream space that perpetually replicates itself. In the past I've experienced it when I've portaled and accidentally found myself trapped in a seemingly endless series of tiny doorless rooms. This time it wasn't even rooms, just a texture like pebbly pastel-colored styrofoam that was pressing in on all sides. Wherever I pushed through in any direction, I found myself in another identical space. I even "airlifted," a technique of rising vertically that usually extricates me from unpleasant or threatening situations, but was still stuck in the labyrinth. In the past, the only way I've gotten out was to wake up, but this time I was determined to keep cool and persevere. Sure enough, eventually the sense of claustrophobia receded and I found myself in a new scene. Maybe the labyrinth is no more than a virtual rendering of unconstructed dream space.

I was now outdoors on a street far too narrow for cars, and cobbled. It was pleasingly archaic, and I wondered if I could work on the DA:I theme some more. The only distraction was the brightly colored balloons that were attached everywhere for some reason... a festival? At the end of the street I climbed a steep staircase to the second floor of an unpainted wooden building, and on an inspiration, I thought, "When I turn the corner, I want to see my dream lover." (I've been thinking it over in WL, and decided that I might prefer this over a mere "guide." But my DCs have been so inconsistent that to date I've identified neither.)

I turned the corner and... sitting in a rocking chair was a drab, ugly old woman. (I already mentioned how perverse my subconscious can be.) I didn't want to be rude, so I approached her with questions. At my wondering why she appeared in this form, she answered, "We take different appearances." I had the feeling that the "we" included both of us. Although I was not attracted to her in this form, I thought there was something familiar in her eyes, so I kissed her anyway. Around this time another DA:I character, Sera, came climbing up a rope onto the balcony of the room, and I thought perhaps the dream was suggesting that we take a stand for lesbian love. I was up for this, so I yelled at the young man pursuing Sera up the rope that he had better climb down as quickly as he could, if he hoped to stand a chance of surviving when I cut it. I pulled out my knife and let the taut rope brush against the sharp blade, severing some of the strands to show my threat was serious. The man started climbing down again, but the rope was not as durable as I thought, and my knife hadn't cut through more than a third of its width before the rest of it broke and unraveled, dropping him to the street. I peered down anxiously but was relieved to see him stand up again, apparently unharmed. "Sorry!" I shouted, and genuinely meant it.

Things only got weirder from here, and at the point where the jockey told me, "They should tape our warm hands to the wheel," and I was going over this line trying to make sure I would remember it, I started to wonder if I should wake myself up. Hell no, I decided. So there were more things I don't remember clearly, and I'm not sure how I found myself in my old house.

Old house: I was in the house where I lived from the age of ten until I left for college. This was so far into the dream that I can't be sure if it was another attempt at the TOTM that brought me here, but once I found myself in the house, it definitely felt relevant to the task... of all the places I've lived in my life, this was the one I felt the most connection to, and it lives very intact in my memory. I floated through it like a disembodied spirit, mostly impressed by the accuracy of what I saw. But there was something drab and empty about it, too, perhaps because I was aware that everything I was saw no longer existed: the house was sold shortly after I finished college, so although it still stands, it is no longer the home I remember.

I started in my bedroom, floated through the upstairs playroom I shared with my brother, drifted down the stairs, and then made a circuit through the dining room, into the parlor, through the closet that connected the parlor to my parents' bedroom, and through the adjoining bathroom. Everything looked ordinary and intact until this point, when I saw the first oddity: a white enamel woodburning stove, a kitchen model, was in the bathtub for some reason. I continued floating into the kitchen, where we did have such a woodstove—original to the house—though the real one was black cast iron and much too large to fit in any tub. I concluded my tour in the living room, having made a complete circuit of everything but my brother's room, the pantry, and the workroom.

There was something festive about the decoration of the living room, perhaps because of the many wonderful Christmases we had enjoyed there, and another oddity: a giant pair of elk horns, which when I looked closer appeared to be attached to an actual elk, although it was standing as still as a statue. I assumed the elk horns were DR, since I had recently been impressed by pictures of the giant Irish elk, an extinct species (neither specifically Irish nor actually an elk, to be pedantic) that sported massive antlers. It reminded me of the elk that Thranduil rode, and my earlier successes inspired me to attempt another thematic summoning. I clambered on the back of the giant elk and rode it outside (conveniently ignoring the fact that there is no way its antlers would have fit through the the ordinary-sized door that led outside from the living room.)



Outside it was winter, everything covered in snow, and I found myself in a hilly landscape with no connection to my old yard. I focused on finding Thranduil and saw him up ahead on his own elk, actively battling a pack of large winter wolves. He was alone and I feared that if I did not intervene I would lose the chance to talk to him, so I charged ahead using fire magic to clear the pack. When the battle was done and we stood alone again, surrounded by the fallen wolves, he gave me an imperious look and said coldly, "No Lothian tickets will be given to see me." Although I wasn't sure what he meant by "Lothian" (or why I feel like it should be capitalized), I had the impression that he was telling me that he was not someone to be summoned at whim by a mere dreamer. So I changed tactics, presenting myself as his sister. According to the lore I don't even think he has a sister, but it worked.

"So, our father in the middle of a storm brought anzu fruits for our hunters," I informed him, pointing to a cache of green and orange spheres buried under a patch of ice. Thranduil accepted my new identity and greeted me with a prim brotherly kiss, to which I responded with somewhat more than sisterly affection, though I tried not to go full Lannister on him. It was here that I awoke at last, delighted to have finally made some progress in the character summonings that, to date, I have found the most difficult type of tasks.

It was cold, dark night. With my younger sister we were swimming by boat to a small island in the middle of a lake. I climbed up a rock, and looked around. Suddenly I saw my sister running from the other end of the lake, jumping over boats and running on the water to me.

I asked "How did you ran over the water?" She replied "Water? It's concrete!". Then I saw that the rock I was standing on was placed in the middle of city square. Street lamps were off, dark. Moving through the dark alleys I entered a passageway going under the city. It was heavily crowded. I tried to go to the other side, but when I opened the door to first route I thought "Wait! This is an ambush. The doors will be closed if I enter it!"

I decided to go the second route, but suddenly a passer-by told me that someone broken the key, and the place is locked. I moved to the door and tried to open it, to no avail. I hit the door with my fist, and then tried to smash a nearby window, but they resisted my strikes.

(Was up all night EBaying and it kinda threw me off my sleep schedule... I don't remember too much of my dreams today.)

There was a boatload of snow on the ground and for some reason I needed to drive somewhere. Someone asked if I've ever driven through snow before and I lied and said I had. I could see the snow falling when I looked out the window, but the snowflakes were huge, like maybe a foot in diameter. They were really pretty.

Some dream where I was in a classroom and we were paired up with partners.

There was a guy that looked like RuPaul giving a presentation about a new Madison campus. A few other students and I were sitting on some chairs in a row to listen, but it turned out to be a presentation on a different college in Madison, so most of the students tried to leave. The guy got super mad and forced everyone to sit through the whole presentation. For some reason I didn't give a fuck and wanted to stay anyway.

Something about a chicken? Like a raw chicken that I needed to cook. Then Seru opened the door suddenly and was looking at me funny. Something freaked me out about the chicken, I don't remember what.

I have a feeling that i don't want to be coming on dream views for a long time. So I'm gonna say my goodbye for now. Perhaps i'll come back sometime in the future but i don't know when that will be or if i will. Bye everybody.

Journal entry: 6:30 am
Mantra: I will remember my Lucid dream tonight.

I was stood on my balcony the sun had gone down so all I could see was lit up by the street lights. I heard some talking so I lent over to see what was below, there she was but how? I was sure I saw her before somewhere else so it occurred to me "am I dreaming?", my head lowered to look at my hands they where long and boney with a couple of extra fingers...

My vision had turned completely black, but I was still repeating to myself "I am dreaming" so I tried to open my eyes hoping that I wasn't in my bed. The train station was a pleasant sight, people where all around me so I walked up to a gentlemen sat on a bench and placed my hand on his back then walked around to see his face I took a seat and asked "how can I keep coming here every night?" His reply was sudden and blunt "it requires inner focus". This was the first time I've ever spoken to a dream character while lucid.

Before the dream escaped me I wanted to fly so I walked over to the other platform bent my knees and jumped into the air but instead of falling back down I kept on going up. I flew over several buildings and even saw someone else up in the air but he had less control. I landed and was about to walk around a corner...

In which there are snakes in my yard, again...

I'm in my backyard. There is a long, fat snake slithering around near my wood pile. It is bright green and yellow with a conical head. It's at least 8 inches in diameter. I know what sort of snake it is (in the dream) and I know it is not venomous. I'm not afraid of it; I'm just amazed at how fat it is.

My mother is standing near the deck spraying dirt away with the water hose. I shout at her to come see the snake but she can't hear me. For some reason, I can't shout at her loudly enough for her to hear what I'm saying. She looks at me confused.

I point to the snake. It is starting to move into the wood pile, and I'm afraid she'll miss it. I wave my hands and shout at her to come over and see. I move my arm in a slithering sort of way to represent the snake and I gesture towards the wood pile. She just stares at me in a way that shows she does not understand.

I take a deep breath and scream as loudly as I can for her to come over there. My voice is booming, but still she can't hear. I wave her over, but she just stands there.

So I abandon the snake to the wood pile and walk over to her. She's only a few feet away so I'm astounded that she can't understand me. I tell her that there is a huge brightly colored snake near the wood pile and that she should come see it. Then I turn and run back to the wood pile. She sets the hose on the grass, and there is an extremely small coral snake nearby.

She points to the coral snake and says it's not so tiny. From the wood pile I shout at her to not pick it up! That's not the snake I mean! I wonder that she could be so reckless as to pick up a coral snake! But I watch helplessly as she bends down towards it, reaches out for it and picks it up.

Luckily, it doesn't bite her because it's mouth is so tiny that it can't get a good grip. By the time I run over to her, she has already dropped it.

Are you crazy? I shout at her. You picked up a coral snake! That's insane!

She responds that she wanted to see if it was red touch yellow or red touch black. Only the red touch yellow is the venomous coral snake. Red touch black is just a harmless king snake.

I know this of course. I tell her I know this. I tell her that the point is that she can't bend down and pick one up first and try to identify it second as it would be too late by then. And anyway, the particular snake in question is a coral snake. It's red and black.

She answers that she had no way of knowing it was a coral snake until she looked at it carefully. I start to get very frustrated. I respond that this is my point exactly. She needs to err on the side of caution. She argues that it didn't matter. It was too small to bite her anyway.

I decide to let it go. I turn the conversation back around to the fat brightly colored snake in the wood pile and ask her if she wants to see it. She says yes, and as we turn to walk towards it, we see another red, black and yellow banded snake. This one is bigger.

Mom asks if it is red and black or red and yellow, and she bends over to pick it up. I grab her by the arm and stop her. I start screaming at her. Doesn't she understand that she needs to stand back and assume it is dangerous? This one is big enough to bite her. A coral snake can kill you!

She laughs at me, but she relents. We walk towards the wood pile. The snake is already gone. I tell her how brightly colored it was and how big it was. She says probably I saw the same banded snake we just left in the grass. I tell her it looked nothing at all like that one. She laughs at me some more and tells me that probably my phobia of snakes just made it look different in my mind. This is not true, I argue. I'm not even particularly afraid of snakes. I just believe in being cautious around potentially deadly ones.

By then I'm just a big mess of frustration.

I had great intentions and woke up several times but I was just so sleepy last night. big fail.


falling through dreamscapes. talking to people about the validity of dreams briefly before I'm swept up and falling again.

Morning of June 22, 2015. Monday.





I am sitting on the floor in our present home on W Street while my wife is sleeping (though I think she is awake in reality). The living room is more open and seemingly larger. I have a compartmentalized plastic box with either ten or twelve wells which are probably of about one and a half to two inches square. For some reason, I have two types of pills (yellow and blue) arranged in no particular order in the box - that are about the size of the larger oblong vitamin tablets I have seen. I get the impression that one pill type is related to lucidity or doing something to the waking self to enter the dream state more effortlessly. I am not yet lucid at this point. The other pill type is possibly for a similar purpose, though I get the strong impression that it may not be a good idea to take either type. (I have never taken any kind of pill or “aid” to supposedly enhance dreams or aid in sleep - including the time I was woken up in the hospital in the 70s and was asked if I wanted sleeping pills…and yes, that really happened). I am not even sure if the pills belong to me - my older brother Dennis may have left them here (even though he lives in America and has never been to Australia). I place one yellow tablet in my mouth for a short time and bite on it a bit and then decide that I do not feel like taking one after all, though my tongue and the roof of my mouth are slightly powdery, the pill only partly crumbled but not fully broken into smaller pieces.

I get up to go to “sleep” (still in my dream) and I realize that I need to drink some water. When I take a sip from the glass, the water somehow causes the residual powder in my mouth to sizzle and send me into an extraordinary state of perception and in-dream clarity. As I decide to get up again, the palm of my hand flashes very brightly as if with an inner glow just under the skin and I reason that the pill was responsible for this chemical change in my body. This concerns me somewhat regarding my physical well-being, making me even more wary about having any pills around.



As I am then near the foot of the bed, I realize I am in a very vivid lucid dream, yet at the same time, am atypically puzzled about my real-self’s perspective. What happens to my real-self when my dream-self becomes fully conscious? I need to find out, so I zap back and wake up, which of course, was a bit pointless.

When I go into another dream later, it is lucid, but meandering - and I do not attempt to alter anything. I am just walking around in a shopping mall where there are lots of other (unknown) people of various clearer features (a typical scenario for this level of lucidity). Two females, one of whom looks like a thirtyish Jamie Lee Curtis, confidently save some people from being shot by another female with a machine gun. However, prior to that, the would-be shooter seems to keep changing her mind on whether or not to shoot a certain person in extremely brief cycles of mood and anticipation. The main rescued female says something about not saying anything about her rescue to the authorities - with the assumption that one of the rescuers is a vigilante also wanted by the authorities, but the one who looks like Jamie cheerfully asks her why not as they are walking off, implying that she should report her experience - even in describing her rescuers to the police.

Another senseless scene follows where I am with a group of about five or six unknown males and am “playfully” pointing an unloaded AK-47 at random people coming into the mall. No one notices or cares. The conversation in the group seems very important though I am not directly involved. I hear one male talking about being put on hold for ten minutes while ordering pizza in Indonesia. One male seems to become bored and starts doing an odd routine to see if anyone notices. He keeps lifting his legs behind him and over time, is actually almost diagonal (facing downwards and holding himself up with his hands) with his feet propped up on what looks somewhat like an old-fashioned post office desk. No one notices his antics. Eventually, he is in a squatting position on the top of the desk and still no one regards his location - which seems to amuse him. To his right (my left) is another male on the desktop that was not part of the group, who is also grinning.

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The dream began rather incoherently. I recall being in my taekwondo studio working with another student on self defense. We got really involved in it, while at the same time, only having half an idea what we were really doing. This led us to being distracted and not realizing that the class had actually been dismissed.

When we did catch on the master just smiled and and dismissed us as well.

...

I remember repeatedly seeing one of my cats do something very odd. About once a day, He would meow three times then for a few seconds project some kind of rotating solar map showing the orbit of the planets. I managed to catch on to the whole meowing three times thing and managed to take a short video on my phone at one point. I was worried that the phone's camera would not capture the hologram, but it did.

I also recall at this point in the dream I was not living in my own house, but rather one of those stepped houses built into the side of mountains, like they have in Peru.

...

I was back in my Taekwondo studio, but not for class or anything. There were other people there, but they were not doing class either. I recall, for some reason or other sitting down in the very corner with my old crush from high school. I was showing her and someone else the video of my cat projecting the solar system map.

She said something about recognizing it and that I needed to align the temporal coils in the purple garage copy machine in order to resolve the issue.

I became lucid (though I guess it was more drunken lucidity because I was going along with this dumb dream plot.) and I think used dream spinning to get to where the coil that I needed to adjust was. I found myself on the beach somewhere. It was foggy/cloudy/raining and there were houses along the side of the beach. The location looked familiar.

I remember seeing this tree growing in a spiral and thinking that it was the coil. It had a fairly thin trunk, only a couple of inches thick. I went over and tried moving it, but it seemed like it was held in place by an invisible magnetic field. I tried pulling the tree downward seeing that as it came out of the magnetic field it became more like a thick rope.

I eventually got the whole tree out of the invisible force feild. I heard a warning alarm and the word 'Coil Realigning' flashed in the sky. An automated voice told me to place the coil under its new alignment. I saw a giant hovering ball of magnetized iron floating about 10 meters away and a few meters up. I made my way over there.

I tried throwing the rope-tree up. It wouldn't hold the shape of a coil though. It didn't seem to be magnetized at all. The tree became a chain with a magnet on the end. I kept trying to throw it up and make it stick but it would not.

Someone on the beach shouted "Look!" or something. I saw three aliens riding toward me on white wolves. The alien in the middle was dark red and looked like a raptor. The two on the sides looked like bright green elephants with short trunks and big floppy ears. The one on the right was really fat while the one on the left seemed much thinner.

They all got off where I was and the white wolves disappeared. One of the aliens asked what I was doing. I thought I was in trouble.

"I was just trying to realign your magentic thingy but it won't stick."

"It won't stick because your machine sucks." Said the fatter elephant alien.

"How about instead, we just build him a new one." Said the red alien.

"Good idea. This is my assistant (gesturing to the thinner elephant alien). His name is [forgot]. English is his native language too."

I saw his face momentarily get replaced with a humans face and got a little bit freaked out. He then asked me for a fist bump and I gave him one. I wasn't sure what the heck was going on but these aliens seemed nice enough. I also remember thinking that I saw two of the red aliens. All three/four of them put on welding masks and got all of this equipment and started building the frame of some device.

"We are inter-dimensional workers. We are responsible for fixing everyone's Purple Garage Copy Machine whenever one breaks. We're sorry we weren't here earlier, we'll fix it for free."

I remember saying something about wanting to prove my commitment to lucid dreaming by staying around until they finished building their device, something that would supposedly take a very long time.

I turned away and stabilized the dream and looked back. I saw that they had made considerable progress. Sure enough what they were making looked like a big copy machine, and it was purple. I remember taking note that there was a stack of paper inserted in it.

I think Manei showed up and asked what was going on. I remember complaining to her that the dream's plot was stupid.

I then realized that I had to pee and that the dream was fading out because of it.

Spoiler for Profane:

Ass tits! Not now!

I tried to lay down some stabilization but the dream faded out pretty quickly.

First i was on a city full with skyscraper and i have to chase goku, and then i have to chase will smith with jaden, there it was a garage with a gang proyecting something and threating me with a gun if a dont catch will smith. It was non - lucid. it last like 10 min

Lucidity - 9
Vividness - 9.5
Control - 4


I just woke up from the longest dream I've ever had. In its entirety it was around a half hour. At one point I legitimately didin't think I was going to wake up because it just seemed to last forever. Even though I just woke up from it, it's hard to remember all the details since it seems like I dreamt it so long ago. I'm just going to post what little I can remember and hopefully its close to being in the right order. However I wanted to preface that these parts actually linked up in the dream, I just can't quite remember how. Also, I'm not going to write down a lot of the events of said dream cause it's difficult to remember unfortunately.

I'm in a hotel room. It looks to be an expensive hotel and I go to the window. The view isn't all that great but I still look around for a minute and enjoy the view. I close the curtains for it and watch tv.

I'm outside a gas station. I believe I get here by walking outside the hotel and this gas station is nearby. I realize I'm lucid and try jumping in front of a car and stopping it. The car passes right through me though. My brother is around and picks me up in his car. We ride for a while and end up near my moms house. Here my brother says that these people know I'm dreaming and are watching me. I look around and see them and try to pretend like I'm not lucid. This whole time I've been practicing creating a ball of energy in my hands and shooting it. I wasn't able to earlier on, but over time I had actually manage to make a decent attack out of it. At this point one of the people watching me attacks a kid nearby with telekinesis and slings the kid at someone else. I grab the kid midflight and slow him down before he hits the person he was flying at.

I'm in a small room with a tv and a girl. I put in a dvd. The girl says she picked this out earlier and that I had already seen it. I say i must not have been paying attention and subconsciously picked it out. She explains she is actually from the dvd, and her and her group are the people that attacked me earlier. Somehow they were using the dvd to timetravel. I feel the dream is starting to fade. I kiss the girl and the dream ends. I wake up ecstatic that I had that long of a dream.

This is just a rough outline of the dream. Soooo much more happened, but it's just kind of fuzzy in my head.

There existed a demon in the form of a house, it lured women inside and then corrupted their souls over the course of a thousand-thousand years, making them sacrifice everything in the hope of solving the puzzle of its interior while also insisting that if they had played their cards right...maybe they could have kept their bodies. I watch as the woman reaches the bowels of the structure, the walls are bleached bone, with pits in the floor that squat demon head jump from. She is only a head now, lacking even hair, and her skin is deathly pale. Eagerly she rolls onto a switch in the floor, which triggers a sort of mousehole/slide in the wall to open. Sickened, I observe her dogged journey and departure down the slide. I understand that the house is a liar, and though it would like her to think she could have kept her body, even a small woman would not have fit through that hole in the wall.

I pull myself back to a less unpleasant arena, struggling for something normal. This place feels like it is both inside and outside, but there are many rows of Whirlpool refrigerators, all identical and white. Myself, two managers and a stranger rush over to one of them. I am panicky, as though my life depends on this action. The filters in these refrigerators signify purity, and I drop to my knees before one of them and pop open the casing in the bottom. The filter falls into my hand. It is blue and translucent, filled with water. There are dark particles in the water.
"Is it okay?" Someone whispers, leaning down beside me.
"No, it's corrupted." My voice comes out a whisper. Then IT is there, at the end of the aisle. It is so dark here that I only see the suggestion of ITs form, a two-legged, winged monster. In the space of a breath, it is behind us and the world is consumed by the suffocating dark.. My panic and terror spike, I feel its hot breath on my neck in a ragged gust, and I force myself into a less threatening layer of sleep.

There is a rest stop on a highway in Japan, all the roads that look like they lead out have signs saying NO EXIT. The true road is hidden, only me and my manager M can see it. We tried to mark it with a sapling, but the road became a river, and we marked its edge with colored rocks. We try to gather the others, letting them know we will leave at first light. Dusk here is strange and uncomfortable, smoky and ill-lit.
I'm walking on a golden dirt road, I round a bend...and standing there is a small white house. I immediately don't like the look of it, something about its whiteness. There is a distant pulling at my mind, but I understand that whatever fate this thing is promising will never be mine. Then my best friend Denni is there. She is wearing a deep red 1800's dress. It looks almost satiny, but has a low, unpleasant luster. There's a...matching cape from neck to elbow. There's a gold pattern, outlined in dusky purple. She is fascinated by the house, beginning to be in its thrall, wondering what is inside.
"We should leave." I say.
"We'll leave at first light." She says, waving a hand dismissively.
"You don't understand." I reply, finding it difficult to speak past the tightness in my throat. She takes a step toward the house. "The sun doesn't rise here, Denni. It never rises." She doesn't believe me. Since I am behind her, I take her shoulders in my hands and start to drag her away. It's hard because she won't turn around and it's even darker now, and her backwards walking is seriously creeping me out. There's a dark flash and she twists in my hands. Her shoulders collapse backward as though she is facing me, and her head snaps between her shoulder blades, forehead becoming a chin that dips to her chest, then rises, teeth bared. The cloak is now a veil, obscuring all but her chin and teeth. I try to snatch my hands away but her arms are tangled in mine. I divorce myself forcefully from this awful place, trying to wake.

Because I'm me, I have a false awakening. I believe for a moment that I am safe. Then I feel the weight of sleep paralysis and notice a shape in the blankets next to me. It is the witch, she has followed me from the dream. She is like a bundle of sticks wrapped in leather, her skin is sooty grey, her mouth wet and oily, lips nonexistent. She whispers to me, asking if I want to taste her rotting mouth. I struggle to wake myself up and fail for several long, terrible minutes. When I finally do wake up, I cannot get out from under the weight of the SP and find myself next to her in bed again. Sigh.

There was a huge circular aquarium with a giant monster fish in it, it looked kind of like a Coelacanth, but it had creepy Piranha eyes and mouth and was about the size of a school bus. On the wall next to the aquarium was a giant skeleton of the same fish. I desperately wanted to go examine the skeleton but I was so afraid of the live fish, he kept swimming at me and snapping, I thought he'd break through the glass. So instead I just admired the damn thing from afar. At one point, I joined up with a tourist group who were being led around the rest of the aquarium by a dude who looked like he didn't even want to be there. We went down some stairs, and I found myself in this amazing room underwater with a big window opened up to the bottom of the ocean. The water reflected off the floors and walls and the whole room was just bathed in this wild blue waving pattern. The guy said we were actually at the very bottom of the ocean and that we were a few miles underwater. Which kind of terrified me, since deep water has always creeped me out. Then I noticed that there was no window glass, the water was just suspended there, like maybe there was some kind of invisible force field holding it back. I took my hand and reached out into the water, and was shocked that it actually went in. But instead of crushing my hand, like I thought a few miles of deep water would do, it was super light. I moved my hand through it and it was like moving it through air, only I could see the water moving. It was a total trip. Later the guy wound up having some personal problem and herded all the tourist group into a room while he took care of whatever business he had. We all sat in there bored and impatient, and I felt very put-out by it.

For some reason, I was given moderator status over an art group because the founder didn't have the time to deal with it anymore. As soon as I was given the reins, this guy submits three pieces of "art" explaining why I suck as the new moderator. They were really insane reasons, too. The main ones were because I didn't add a Sonic category under the video game art, and because I never invited these two specific artists to join the group. I tried to be polite to him and told him that if he wanted a Sonic category, all he had to do was request it, and that I wasn't going to pester people about joining because membership was free to everyone anyway. He got all butthurt about it and started screaming at everyone.

I was hiding behind some boulders because I was naked. I have no idea why I was naked, what the heck. But I was super friggin hungry and saw a bunch of people eating pizza, but I couldn't join them because I had no clothes. On the ground was this teeny little shirt, but when I put it on, it didn't cover up anything so there in the rocks I stayed. This woman with long, sandy hair noticed me and invited me over to her hotel room to help me out. We ate pizza and she gave me a bed for the night, and I guess she gave me clothes because I suddenly had clothes again? The next day we wound up with cutesy little crushes on each other and she left for work and I went on my way. I tried calling her later but she was avoiding me. Apparently someone told her a lie about something horrible I did, and I just had to find her and clear my good name, so I went up to her work but she refused to come out and talk to me.

I was in a huge estate, looking out the window over a big lake. As I watched, I noticed a big black shadow under the water swimming away from the estate so I kept my eyes on it. A little ways in, it poked up its head and I saw it was a dolphin. There was a whole school of them. Then I remembered Cory's sister had a canoe so I decided to get it and go out there on the lake to check out the dolphins, and the canoe had a motor on it apparently. Me and someone else took the canoe out along the edge of the lake that was up against the estate to where the dolphins were, and as we headed out there, I felt like the canoe was slowly sinking but I wasn't too sure so I kept my mouth shut about it. It turned out it was sinking, and it started going under as soon as we got out to swim around with the dolphins, but then we realized the lake was super shallow, like shallow enough to stand in. So we left the lake, hauling the canoe to shore. Later on I walked out there by myself, still along the edge of the water by the estate, and I was really careful as I stepped because I was afraid the water would drop off into deeper spots. Then I saw a big railroad crossing stick and was afraid to go past that, but I didn't have to because the dolphins were right there, so I stood among them and it was just the coolest thing ever. There was only one big one, so I guess it was the mother, and a bunch of little ones, and I grabbed onto the fin of the mother and she swam me out further into the lake where I discovered a secret chamber. It was a bit weird to get in, you had to duck under some shallow water and then come up on the other side. But the chamber itself was creepy, it had mossy stairs and a few sarcophagi, but... it also had a mini-fridge, so I filled it with neat orange soda imported from Germany that said on the cans that it would get chilled in the fridge in under six minutes. Which I thought was bullshit, by the way. It said it in German, like 'Unter sechs minuten!' or something, whatever. My dog Loki figured out my new hiding spot pretty quickly and would come down there with me. But later I discovered there was a scary something down there in the depths of the chamber, but I can't remember what it was, just that it was terrifying. To keep the scary something away, you had to avoid specific areas of the chamber, and I forgot and at one point I was running out of the chamber in terror.

I remember waking up earlier in the morning hours and having quite a lengthy dream recall, but when I fell asleep and then woke back up I only recalled the tail end of a long string of from what I remember, mostly non-lucid dreams with maybe a little lucidity sprinkled in there.

I remember being with my fathers' parents in Puerto Rico. (Weird because they hate the place.) We were driving in the countryside out in the mountains, and we stopped at this little roadside diner. I remember it looking very retro, like it had been built in the 50's with a big red neon sign that said '[DC's Name]'s Pizza.

I remember the diner having a dirt parking lot with only a few cars in it. Out behind the building was a dumpster and a steep hillside covered in the tropical overgrowth.

We went inside. The place was pretty run down but this fat latino guy came out from the back room and offered us a good deal if we bought one of his specialty pizzas. They were all in a row under the glass counter. I remember one being a 'reverse pizza' where the cheese was baked into a solid crust, then tomato sauce, then raw pizza dough on top.

There was a pizza with a purple crust and one that had a crust made out of meatloaf. The pizzas just kept getting stranger and stranger. I remember a triangle shaped one too.

I turned to my grandparents and told them I didn't like any of the choices that were offered, only to see that their heads had swapped bodies. They said we would find somewhere else to eat then.

I then saw Manei and Marcus sitting at one of the booths. Only their heads had swapped bodies too. I became semi lucid but shook it off. We started to leave the diner and I either woke up or the dream carried on and I simply forgot what happened.

June 18, 2015

Recently I just got back into LDing and after a few days I got this short LD fragment.

I am in a dark hallway with a few other people. It is supposed to be in my house next to my room. I randomly decide to do a reality check. I count my fingers and there are 6. I think that I must've just counted wrong because there is no way I'm dreaming. So I count again and there are 7 fingers now. I am shocked that I am dreaming, because I would have never suspected otherwise.

That is all I remember of that dream because I'm pretty sure I woke up right after I became lucid which is a bummer, but at least I got my first LD since being back!