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Ever been dreaming, thought you woke up, but someone in your dream had to break the news to you? I felt a little overwhelmed after I was told in last night's dream, and I was very hesitant to record this one, but here it goes.

It starts out with me in school, as a lot of my dreams do. Each person in my class had an ID number, and for an activity, had to get each classmate's ID number, describe that person in a mean way, then say "yes, that's how i actually feel about that person" or "no, that's not how i feel." I met up with one of my classmates outside a bar where they were meeting what I assumed to be her husband. This girl didn't know we were meeting up, I just had to get her ID number and be on my way. She was slightly frustrated to see me when I walked up to her, so quickly got her ID on the towel I handed her, and she handed it back. She and her husband left. I knew this person from gradeschool in reality.

I don't remember this middle bit, but I do remember being at 'home' and playing video games. One was a shooter, military-type game, one was an open - world driver, and I remember specifically that the text in this game was very clear, as in it's not regular dream text that changes as you're reading it, and the final game, I assume was an LSD dream emulator look-a-like. It didn't have any gameplay, there was just an odd animation of a 2D face from the side which resembled the art on generic playing cards, and there were 2 different face sprites, and it looked similar to a Cyriak YouTube video. At one point I was walking around this house, and I couldn't help but notice how vibrant the colors were in my dream. At this point I knew I was dreaming in the back of my mind, but I was also going with it. On the floor in a room (assumed my bedroom) were a pair of pants that looked like they had 3 legs, and in that same room at one point there were 2 Doberman dogs sleeping on the ground. I knew if I interacted with them they would probably wake up and attack me or something. It was around this time I heard my dad downstairs. I started heading downstairs from a different room upstairs when the downstairs lights and TV turned off. As I got to the bottom, he jumped out from around the wall as a jump scare and I thought it scared me awake. I was completely thinking I was awake. I went back to the room with the pants and pointed them out to a guy with me, "in my dream these looked like they had 3 legs," I kicked them a little to look at them when the person with me did an inhaling "S" sound (Don't know what it's called) and said he said "I hate to break it to you..." I looked around for a moment. "I'm still dreaming," and for a moment my heart dropped slightly and I wanted out of this dream. I wanted to wake up. It wasn't a scary dream, I just didn't want to deal with it anymore. I ended up pushing the person I was with to the ground in the living room. It was light outside. I punched him in the face but it behaved like rubber. This has happened before. He looks out the window and says, "Ahhh, purple rain." I said "I'm pretty sure you've seen purple rain before," assuming he exists in the dream world. I looked out the window and noticed the rain. The sky was a medium blue, and the horizon was purple. I then felt the moment of waking up, and a second afterwords felt like I woke up again, as if I was in a double sleep or something. I was satisfied to feel my arms under the pillow, and to be in my bed. I didn't like feeling trapped in that dream.

A series of FAs where I am trying to fall asleep while a DC keeps distracting me so I can't seem to transition. After a few more FAs, I realize the previous ones were actually dreams so should have already acted there.

Scene change, some on and off lucidity scenario with family members at grandma.

Inanimate object - blanket lady

A bit later, I get a wave of really strong awareness and remember thanks to reading other people's reports the inanimate object task. There is a blanket so I lift it up with some sort of thought control and say hello. I begin to laugh and it answers me with a creepy echo laughter. Moreover, it turns and twists and becomes the upper part of an 18th century woman. In the dream I try to memorize the shape to eventually draw it later on.

Clone

After this I take quite a while trying to remember any other tasks. I am even overly concerned that all this strain will certainly end the dream, but luckily it doesn't and I recall the clone task. I try to think about myself while turning around but nothing happens. I decide to half close my eyes, risking the dream disappearing while thinking of an image of myself but again nothing happens. Finally, I decide to open the door and expect to see her/me there. This seems to work and I finally meet her. We go into the corridor where there are a number of somewhat harassing DCs and then into the kitchen. I have no idea what to do with my clone though, so we just walk around from room to room until her features change.

Then I spot Gordon Ramsay who looks very tired and I try to talk to him. Fluctuations in lucidity, rises up again while I speak to him. He asks if I can hear him well. There are distortions in the direction of the sound for a moment. The alarm wakes me up.

I'm in a different unknown house from the previous dream. Somehow I know that this is my mother's house. It's very large and ornate - like a mansion. It is night time and everything is quiet in the house. A door is shut upstairs and I know that it's Mom's room and she's in bed. I start walking around the house downstairs to make sure that everything is locked up and the lights are off. As I walk by a big window, I hear noises outside. When I look through, I see that there is a pool out there and the lights are on around it. People are swimming in it. I start yelling at them from inside that they need to get out of the pool, it's not theirs. One of them gets out and I realize it's my sister. She says the others are her friends and its okay. Unfortunately, I woke my mom up. She is telling me the same thing, that it's okay for them to swim.

Suddenly we're all outside and it's midday. I can't remember what all we were doing, but it was a festive atmosphere and really really hot out. After that, I'm back at the house at night again. A cat I had during childhood comes walking by and I pick her up. Her fur is soft, but her skin is flaky and crackles like tissue paper. It freaks me out because her skin should not be like that. I set her down and she runs off, but I'm still really concerned. Finally I realize that she was outside during the party and that she just happens to be the type of breed that can get sunburned through her fur. Now I'm afraid I was hurting when I petted her earlier. I realize she is very burnt and that her skin is peeling so badly that you can hear the dry flakes cracking as the layers separate. I start going upstairs to inform my mom of the cat's injury, and then I wake up.

9 July Backlog

10 min wbtb with couple of snoozes before that

Snow

I fall asleep and find myself on the street, looking at these flowing dots, reminding me of the rain/snow and energy. I marvel them for a while and then they turn into really large snowflakes and the snow covers the street. As this is an immediate dream entry I am not fully grounded, notice that can move my hands almost ok now so I grab a bit of snow and form a snowball, throw it at a DC ahead - this requires some effort. The scene soon ends.

Restaurant attempt

A semi lucid scene follows where I am in this weird building, running away from a huge snake-like creature. I know it's a dream, but I like messing around with the scenario. I escape through the highest window.

A moment later, I find myself outside in a kitchen and think about the restaurant task. Could this theme be used for a restaurant? There are enough bottles and plates and food around, but no DCs. It doesn't look expensive though (5 star required by the task). I go outside and it turns to the yard of our place in the past. Our parents are sitting on this outdoors drinks arrangement. I wonder again if this could be used for the task, there is a table and chairs. It could well be an outdoors restaurant. The dream soon loses stability and I wake up.

Clone attempt

I find myself in a car going somewhere with a familiar DC with me on the backseat. I remember the clone task and try to summon one on the front seat. The car actually drives by itself. A DC appears on the seat but instead of me is someone that looks like S, then another guy in his 50ies or so with a beard. Overall not very attractive DCs. I still have hopes that he will be able to change so I decide to kiss him, close my eyes and imagine the DC transform. I follow the plan and as I approach to kiss him, I am surprised by the distinct feel of his beard on my lips, which I wasn't thinking is there at all. But he has a beard and there it is. I try to manipulate him into transforming while he does most of the kissing obviously enjoying himself. It's not pleasant at all but I get all the details of his lips seeming independently controlled movements. He doesn't change so I pull away and whine a few times for him to transform then the dream ends.

wake up, very brief review

Expensive restaurant

A non-ld scenario goes on for a while, then towards the end I come to my senses and remember the restaurant task. I walk around looking for something that will do. This task starts to get really difficult, I am thinking. I'm now outside facing a swimming pool which reminds me of the one in front of the hotel. I know there is a restaurant there that should offer fancy food. However, I'm slightly concerned about my ability to reach it as I feel uncontrollable dream instability all around. As a result, I carefully sway forward like a drunken person till I cross over the swimming pool and get to the side where the restaurant is.

There are already people sitting near a large table with tons of champagne bottles here and there. Champagne, that is good, it means the restaurant is expensive, I think to myself due to the 5* requirement of the task. There is a plate of oysters and other fish canapés so I head towards it and eat the special mixture there. It tastes similar to a freshly made salmon spread. I'm feeling pretty satisfied with the task up to this point, though there could have been more food. My mom comes to distract me with something she apparently cooked, trying to convince me to taste it. I do and then shortly after lose lucidity.The dessert comes - a chocolatey profiteroles sundae but the dream ends.

Clone girl - frag

I end up in the room, lucid again, remember the clone task, close the door, try to summon a clone. This girl comes in, she is not quite me, but will do. I try to remember what I wanted for us to do. Can't remember after that.

Flying - frag

I remember flying and getting higher out of the sudden and then recall our recent conversation with Ginsan about finding something to zoom in to. So, I just keep looking down, trying to find something awesome and as I do, I find myself flying over fantastic valleys with green grass and orange colored trees. The entire scene is very color saturated. Then, I zoom in towards the ground and pick up a poppy flower. I find this so amazing. Nothing's more awesome than picking up a flower.

This is my first ever dream journal entry. The dream described occurred two nights ago. Due to similarities between that dream and the one I had last night (which I also intend to record), I figured it would be best to record the older one first to make sure I am talking about the right dream.

Up to this point, I have had 2 lucid experiences, each lasting for a matter of seconds. In both cases I did the nose-pinch RC, and then woke up almost immediately due to excitement.

Now for the dream:

I start off in an unknown house, but somehow I know it belongs to my brother. My brother, sister, and parents are there. I am told of the good news that my brother now has a baby. When I go into the other room to check it out, there are babies everywhere! I know that they are all his and I feel somewhat judgmental toward him as I know that this is too much for him to handle. Beyond that, he isn't even home at the moment. I go out the back door of the house onto a raised (15 feet or so) patio and I see my brother's 20 or so dogs and cats running around near a stream. Again I feel judgmental.

In the next scene I am leaving a school building and decide to ride the bus home. I am carrying notebooks and papers and a bunch of other stuff in my arms and can barely keep it all together. Once I'm on the bus, start talking with some of my old elementary school friends and showing them things on the iPad that is also in my collection of stuff. The bus makes its rounds until there are only about 5 of us left. I look under the seat in front of me and see two really large octopus tentacles. I thought it was strange, but think nothing more of it. I start wondering when I can finally get off. At that point the bus stops and the driver tells us that the route is done and we all need to get off. I get off and I'm right back at the school. I realize that this bus drove a route on the opposite side of town from where I live. Carrying all my things, I call my wife and tell her that I've decided to walk home. I'm afraid she is going to be mad at me for wasting so much time.

Suddenly I'm back at that unknown house again. The babies are now kids around 3 years old. I am surrounded by kids and pets. I go to the back door again and step out on the patio. I see another patio, beside me, but it is rickety and planks are falling off. One of the little girls is standing on. I tell her to go back inside because the stairs are dangerous. She just looks at me. I tell that she could die. She replies that she doesn't really care if she dies or not. I try telling her that she's too young to think like that and too young to die. I know that I'm not getting through to her, but I keep trying to explain. As I'm talking, I wake up.

It is worth noting that I am 30 years old and have not ridden a bus in over a decade. My family all lives in a different city and my brother has one daughter about 5 years old. I have been dreaming about my family a lot lately. I reflected shortly after waking up that the underlying theme was that there was too much of everything. Too many babies and kids, too many pets, to much clutter that had to carry on the bus.

01 July Backlog

Recall is rather poor. I end up doing an in-dream wild from a bathroom that looks like ours.Scene change and awareness rises as I look around the new room with couple of DC near me. After a bit, I recall the plant seed totm and notice there are a flower pots at the end of the room. To summon the seed, I place my hands on the soil and randomly grab whatever is there, then examine my hand. In the palm of my hand, from the soil emerges a large seed which I then place back in the flower pot and allow to grow. It quickly transforms into several really cute small plants with pink flowers. I fear forgetting the details so repeat to myself several times the description of the flowers. Then I walk around the room for a while longer, while noticing some visual issues - you can say it was the classic dream instability - but the scene felt rather liquid? After a struggle it finally dissolves.

This is Day 15 into my LD experience, and as you can read in my Day 11 update I will be traveling to Ecuador for a month, where I hope to have my first LD. Today and yesterday I didn't post because I didn't remember any dreams or perhaps didn't make the proper effort to do so. I may post some entries as I will have limited access to the internet there. I will be instead keeping my dreams hand-written in my dream journal.

i remember walking this road with some other people, while walking the road
i remember wearing some sunglasses and saying something about how the
sunglasses didnt exist or something along this lines. we walked and after some seconds we found a some kind of hill, i look behind and they point at me signaling that should i go alone. i go up the hill and the dream starts fading...

I recall only one, weird and convulted fragment. I was in the toilet of my house. When I finished using it, the toilet seat started to fill itself with water, which slowly started to flow out of it. I felt the water touching my feet, and I saw that I have no shoes on. I went to find my shoes, which were outside my house, swimming in the sewage waste flowing out of toilet window. I got them and went back to house, so I could clean them. Everything started to look weirdly stretched, but it wasn't a change in the world. I saw that my neck is getting weirdly stretched back.

Another mega recall night: no lucids but dayum the detail. Lost the early (considerable) recall due to laziness (didn't record), and a late morning multiple waking continuous epic occupied almost all my dream memory space apparently, clobbering the earlier recall.

Another two Opti-Men day: one in afternoon, one an hour or so before bed. Lots of wakings, and lots of recall. Sort of a day off at the lake.

earlier:

(so much more forgotten, damn!)

+ who's that guy wearing the full-body "Coke" advertising outfit and baseball cap? The letters C-o-k-e are huge and spreads sideways from his shirt down to his pants. The letters are gold and the outfit is red. The same gold "Coke" is on the front of his red cap. Oh, it's my cousin P, I guess he's moonlighting as a pizza delivery guy, there's the boxes of pizza right there with my family to the right at the table (took a bite)

+ tennis date: started playing on the court with with Na (clarinet from the childhood neighborhood), she makes a shot which lands near the baseline, I get down and watch it hit the ground. There are two lines there very close together: one is the singles baseline, and one is the doubles baseline. The ball landed right between these two lines. I tell Na "your shot was out for singles, but in for doubles" (I repeat this again?). I think about hitting back a zippy forehand with lots of topspin.

To my right a crowd has entered the court: I see a middle-aged Chris Evert has come and she's giving a master class on tennis serving. She tosses, swings, and follows through, commenting on what she's doing. At one point she "glitches" and fast repeats a movement several times. I'm glad we got to the courts before this or we may not have gotten a court.

Na is now O, my wife's student (the goofy/cute/hot/sweet one) and we're on a date here playing tennis, now watching Chris Evert's class. We're getting closer and more and more cuddly with each other, more touchy, it's really exciting. Chris Evert at one point says something meant for the "couples" in the crowd and O jabs me that I didn't respond, but I was lost in thought about her (O) and say so. I'm standing slightly to her right and behind her, and lean around to her face and kiss her, I'm semi-hard and pressed up against her leg and I imagine she can feel that.

I'm wondering what my wife will think of me marrying O? I "remember" my wife's said before that I'm free to go, but with O may be too much.

O lies down in pain, she says "Oh, it hurts!" and she puts her right hand (I'm on her right side) on to her lower abdomen/lady parts area. I think she may be having female cramps. I'm saying (in various languages) "What is it? What's wrong? etc" Her legs are spread (she's wearing black leggings) and I massage the tendons of her inner thighs at the pelvis (pretty much right on top of her (ahem) but this is not sexual), and say to her she probably strained these running while playing tennis.

late:

+ multiple-waking epic: we've returned to our California adult home

Why are we here? Where are the new owners (the house is empty)? Why can't I remembe this? How long can we be here? Did we buy it back? If so, that would be awesome, I really miss this place. I'm standing in the kitchen and see the beautiful malachite-colored counter tops and the pale maple cabinets. I walk down into the living room and see two colorful Christmas trees there: one just a bit to the left of its normal position, and one smaller one over by the entertainment center.

Brief scene with son S1 as a young boy. Something about playing/rewinding a VCR tape?

Huge doctor bill:
At the dentist/doctor's, when we moved away before, we left a huge (10's of 1000's of $) unpaid bill, for what, look at the itemized list with huge costs for each procedure (what could be so expensive?), what should we do (I say ditch it!)? It would take us years of saving to pay this. I say (and think if I should say this out loud) that "we only manage to net $2000 per month" (I think what's the right word, net or gross?). The people around us in the waiting room turn and look at us in pity for only clearing such a small amount.

Christmas:
Emotional scene with young song S2. I say we should go shopping and buy and wrap the Christmas presents, don't you want to do that? He is sad and says no. I think "oops have I ruined the magic of Christmas?" I struggle with what should I answer if he asks me about Santa Claus: should I be truthful or maintain the magic? I weep/sob hysterically while looking at a couch and thinking about my son and my own lost Christmas innocence.

Cleaning out the yard:
I want to just hang out but my wife wants to get rid of the big old cabinet standing there in the side yard under the tarp. We carry a long piece of it into the garage, I want to place it right next to the garage door so that when I bring the van it's convenient to load up after opening the garage door, my wife disagrees, I'm frustrated at her disagreement. In the garage, I spot a vicious stray dog squatting there, he's large and looks like pit bull. I see a small dirty thick mattress that he sleeps on under a set of shelves.

Spiders:
In room blasting spider nests and a daddy-longlegs off the wall with a water gun (I think it's actually shooting bullets?) while son S2 watches. Through a opening in the wall between the kitchen and the garage I see a lot of spiders in a space behind the drywall: we'll have to remove this and clean them out.

Standing between the kitchen and the garage, I look into the kitchen and notice an area with missing/peeling decorative red-shiny-reflective tape. We'll have to replace this. There are also what looks like very sooty white fuses on the wall, we'll have to clean these. Are we preparing this place to sell again?

The dog:
My wife is down in the garage and I'm at the door to the kitchen, and I see the stray dog crouching below some shelves, I yell to my wife "come here now!" she comes, and the dog lunges. I block the dog with something, I'm holding a barrier up at the dog's neck the dog is extended up on its hind legs. I make friends with the dog, petting it and talking to it soothingly, it gets very friendly, I take it to show my family, it's more like a curly-haired big poodle now, it lies on its back and we rub its tummy, it looks more like a bigger version of our old dog now. It gets up and walks and I see that someone has painted a heart-shaped big purplish drawing around it's butt based on "My Little Pony."

The daughters / will:
I see a picture/video/live scene of two cute young girls dressed up in frilly dresses, about 4 and 6 years old. Are these my daughters? Did we have two girls and I can't remember it? Such a major life event, why can't I clearly remember this? I go ask my wife about this, are these daughters hers from her previous marriage? She indicates yes, but they're both degenerates now (as adults), one is a vegetable in the hospital, and the other is a useless low-life. I do not want these girls messing with my sons' inheritance. I consult an expert about this, can I write a will that clearly gives everything 50/50 to my two sons that will withstand any late challenge? People tend to come out of the woodwork at probate/inheritance, they may somehow hear about it and show up to claim something. The guy says it's important to get an official copy stored with a trustworthy person in case someone presents a forgery. I think who would work for this, who's the right age, and decide on my sister. "She's totally trustworthy" I say. Mmm Hmm he says.

The party: (this is like a sub-dream within the "returned home" dream, many scenes):

Cup throwing game: I'm tossing plastic clear drinking cups to (girls) across the room. I'm spinning the cups with both hands and they're flying like tube-frisbees. One cup is crushed and I try to unwrinkle it. It doesn't have a cut out bottom, it won't fly well I think, I try tossing it and indeed it does not fly straight. I toss to a girl across, she tosses back to me, I toss to another girl, she tosses back to someone else? My wife says no, I must be the one to get the cup and re-throw it.

In a group of people at the table the M's (british schooling former friends with the annoying chidren) are there. KM and RM. They look very old, gray hair, old faces, grayish like covered in a layer of flour. KM reaches a hand and I shake it. Them RM and I shake hands I have to lean really far forwards in order to do this. RM has a big deep chunk missing from her nose around her left nostril, it's very red. The M's say "but what about the property?" referring to the daughters/will situation. I get upset and say they shouldn't talk about such things.

At the table, we need to put away the glasses, I say the ladies should do this (they object a bit?) my sister puts a glass into the display case, some (green?) liquid oozes out and I catch it cupping my hands together, it wasn't washed properly.

The party is moving to the park across the street! A few people are walking but most (seemingly all girls?) have piled into one of the two cars. They're really packed in sitting on top of one another. There is a clean place left for me in the driver's seat. I get in and we take off. This is in the middle of a large city at a hexagonal roundabout at the top of a hill. There are two exiits I could take to get out of the parking lot onto the street, but the one on the right is crowded with cars so I take the left one. I need to turn right, but the direction signs painted on the ground only indicate left-turn allowed. I ignore this and turn right. For several turns I move my way around to the left of each of the exit roads of the roundabout. I enter a (tunnel?) inside. Then we're walking in a mall near a movie theater and I'm looking for someone who works here to ask directions to how to get out of here.

In a boat on the water by the pier. I'm looking down into the murky water, trying to see something. The sunlight is streaming down into the water and then I can see it is revealing the ground, this is the first time I've ever seen the ground here it's about 20 feet deep (day residue from the day at the lake, observing the pattern of the sun through the water and on the sand). I imagine one can see fishes, and then I see them: the water is thick with them, medium sized. What about sharks? Yes there are some larger fish clearly sharks. A second boat has a boy/girl leaning too far over the side I shout to get back in, I think he/she might fall in and get eaten by a shark. He/she throws something like a sock into the water which lands on the head of one of the fish, I yell not to throw stuff.

At an ice cream stand high above the water, my father chastises the kid for not listening to me in the boat.

Chris Betrays Ronda
Ronda Rousey is getting interviewed in an octagon ring by Chris Weidman. Ronda flips out and tries to slap him. She's very angry and emotional. It's as if Chris betrayed her in some way. She continues trying to attack Chris by throwing head kicks etc at him. Chris is blocking majority of strikes and is looking a bit befuddled or guilty in the situation. Ronda is grappling with him against the fence and is using her head to try and control him. Eventually Chris gets away and has a bit of a smirk on his face.

I can't figure out what caused the reaction from Ronda, so I think about digging deeper to figure out what happened. I see some of the UFC fighters warming up or exercising. I was thinking that maybe I could see what happened between Ronda and Chris in this scene. It looks like Ronda is arching her back over someone else's back.

Dream Fragment
I've come from around near my primary school, and now waiting at the crossing. I see Bruce. He's wearing a suit that looks odd on him, being that he's a skinny tall guy. As we walk across the crossing, I think I fall over. Myself, Bruce and the crossing guy have a chat. I joke around saying Bruce is a shit bloke or something.

Morning of July 29, 2015. Wednesday.



My dream before this, as is sometimes the case, is just a bit too surreal to even begin to describe correctly, though I would not say abstract. It involved something about another planet (or perhaps alternate universe) with at least three larger unusual lifeforms, one like some sort of composite of snake, slug, and something else. I and about three others are exploring the area and a couple different creatures approach us (I assume by either scent detection or movement) but there is no direct threat. We actually seem to be some sort of creatures in a couple scenes. It is hard to relate. The region is not that defined and seems somewhat like a miniature mountain and cliff area. One of us as a creature first seems terrified (of the snake-slug-whatever) but others of us (as creatures) are able to communicate with the other creature and it goes on its way.

At any rate, I shift into a more “normal” dream and am in a room that (yet again) seems loosely modeled after features from the house in Cubitis (where I have not lived since late June of 1978). This time the carport area is apparently inside the house though the window (of the internal wall) of my oldest son’s room makes it seem like our present home on W Street. (Otherwise his room would be modeled after my room as a teenager).

For seemingly the “entire night” I am playing around with some sort of unusual compact disc. It has a pattern on its surface much like the image in this entry on the playing side (rather than more uniform bands of color). For some reason, I “recognize” it as a chaordic disc that can be “played” by randomly moving the mouse so that the laser goes all over the surface through random data rather than just reading it normally.

Doing this (and I have no clue why) results as one continuous combined event in various very short pieces of music, voices (mostly female) uttering one phrase, fractal patterns forming out of quickly sequenced images, and so on, with possibly what may even be some correct new form of mathematics related to fractals and chaos-related calculus (which I do not work on as much as I did about twenty years ago). I can clearly hear everything in perfect stereo though the imagery is two-dimensional as on my real computer monitor (and I do not attempt to “project” into the imagery).

Again, I am not sure why I have gotten into playing around like this. It may even be originally (at least in one data track) some sort of portmanteau movie though also integrated with scientific data and other features. Some of the images on the screen are cloud forms mixed with Mandelbrot patterns. It is almost like trying to make sense out of watching frames of several different movies at once out of about a hundred total while listening to one or half a measure of various audio recordings.

I eventually notice my oldest son’s computer coming on in the next room (via the window in the internal wall) except that it is only white lines slowly appearing in sequence on a black screen as it boots up (as on an old MS-DOS system). I am surprised my son is up so early in the morning to look at his computer (as it is not yet dawn). My computer’s monitor had been facing north (as I am looking south) and my son’s computer’s monitor is facing east. Yet again, I am “fooled” (or I fool myself, more like) into integrating my Cubitis home into a recent dream setting with my typical in-dream amnesia of real-life present locations (as I am not lucid at any point). However, no composite is ever quite the same as any other even after hundreds of variations, which is intriguing in a way.

Didn't even realize this was a TOTm until now but this happened three days ago.

My dream starts with me being lucid in my bedroom, and I gaze into a painting on my wall. A dream figure who is a girl leaps out of the picture and suggests that I go in with her. I jump in the picture and find myself looking at another picture of a live scene of a land of lighting and tornados somewhere in a forest. It was weird I had jumped through the picture but instead was seeing everything in the picture from a different plane. Very interesting dream, I wake up shortly after this.

I took 8mg of galantamine that night and the dream was pretty short, I have no recall of the dream until became lucid.

Morning of July 28, 2015. Tuesday.



I enter apex lucidity and allow a generic cafe to form (a typical setting in this state) and allow it to transform in various ways and various color schemes until it stabilizes without using any affirmations or practiced mental forms. I decide to remain passive as some fairly interesting umbrellas form. However, instead of walking around until I trip over something and fall forward out of the state (in a hypnic jerk) I find myself rotating the angle until everything is upside down. I watch the umbrella turn and it reminds me of a carousel for some reason (though no actual carousel appears, or rather, the umbrella does not change that dramatically as features sometimes do regarding wherever the attention flows).

Two unknown girls appear from the periphery of my perspective and seem to enjoy the “umbrella carousel” ride. I think it might be better to just change it into a carousel (and perhaps even right side up) but I do not. For some reason, the gravity seems lighter in this location. Other random characters appear and disappear over time. I vaguely notice people walking upside-down on the “ceiling” (sidewalk) below but I do not feel disoriented. The umbrella cycles through several different styles and colors over time with only happy and passive emotions expressed. I am not that concerned about the world being “upside-down” above me. (I do not feel upside-down as in past dreams where I did different types of maneuvers - it seems of “normal” orientation.)

After about fifteen minutes, the focus shifts into a different dream state where I am in bed (as I am in reality) in our home on W Street. A toy flying saucer, seemingly the same one from the old “Uhny Uftz” episode of “The Dick Van Dyke Show” (first seen at age four on September 29, 1965 in La Crosse) but probably about one-fourth the size, is bumping against the light bulb in the ceiling in the living room (where there is not one in reality as the socket had disintegrated a few years ago) like a moth would do, not doing any damage to either itself or the bulb. I think of my mind as being four and clearly remember thinking the voice from the episode was saying “Oomy Oops” (even hearing my four-year-old voice say it vaguely, or perhaps it was actually my youngest son). That amuses me for a short time, but not for long and I catch myself wandering how I got to that point.

First false awakening

I woke up in the middle of the night. Everything was dark all around, so I turned the lights on, took my laptop and turned it on. I started to write some code - it was a quasi C++ mixed up with Python and Java. Then I started to compile it. The effect was instant - somehow, the code was working. I saved all the files, turned laptop off and went back to bed.

Second false awakening

I woke up on a sofa in the living room. I quickly standed up and went to my bedroom through the kitchen. The room layout was normal, though most of furniture were moved to different places, and the lights were working weirdly. When turned on, they lit only a spot in the middle of the room, leaving the rest of it dark. When entering my bedroom, everything disappeared and I was left in void. After a three seconds or so, I could move freely, as if there was an invisible floor. Suddenly, a group of men and women appeared, making an orgy. I joined them. When I was just about to finish, my room appeared again, this time with my friend and another dude. He said "You like wanking, eh?" I just took some clothes from the wardrobe and went to take a shower. After that, I wanted to go to sleep, but I had to go to a sofa, as my bed was taken by someone else.

Third false awakening

I woke up in my bed in the early morning. I was going to do what I always do in those situations - stand up from bed, drink something (tea or water preferable), go to toilet, and go back to bed, ending 4-6 minute WBTB. This time however, on the way to toilet I met my mother. I asked "When do I have to go for drivers license ride?" She said "Half past seven." I said "I thought it was half past five." Then she replied "No, it's half past seven. Do your thing and get back to bed!" Then I finished the cycle.