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My husband and I are visiting the UK. It's incredibly difficult to find a parking spot.

We're wandering through a series of buildings that are all interconnected, and I'm opening new doors, creating new spaces that sometimes lead back to the previous ones. We run into my grandmother.

There's a contest that we somehow become involved in, and there are little children hurling chunks of ice. I talk to their parents disapprovingly, and somehow win the contest, described as the "yelling" person.

We're fugitives now, trying to escape the UK. My attempt to get us free passage out of the country fails when I can't get the three images on my ticket to line up (like a slot machine), despite exerting dream control. There are dogs coming after me, and I send bolts of ice magic at them, freezing them in place, because they can run faster than I can.

I find myself in an empty field, looking up into the night sky. I start walking, and realize that there's a lunar eclipse in the sky. I'm flying towards it now.

I'm looking at a brick building, and decide to run up the side, Prototype-style. I'm having trouble with it, though. Instead, I run as far up it as I can and grab on, allowing the mechanism on the side of the building to buoy me up.

I look at the moon, which is a cube in the sky, and try to fly again. I can't.

A cabin in the country, where a man is offering lessons on writing a novel.

My husband and I are running through a parking lot, but the cars and semis keep trying to collapse on top of us. We're trying to get back to our parking spot.

I remember that a previous LD involved me having to report in to a jail (um, juvenile detention facility) for a day, and I decide that sounds like an interesting dream plot. I warp the road that I'm driving down until it leads to a fictional location.

This is a bad part of town, so I'm trying to chain down the bike that I'm now riding so that both the wheels are locked and it's attached to a concrete structure. I head inside and explain some of my health issues to the receptionist, and then I'm stuck in the waiting area with a book (a new fantasy series by J. K. Rowling!)

I have to go back outside, though, because I'm not sure that I actually finished bolting my bike down. Sure enough, when I go outside, it's gone. Now there's a gang of some kind attacking... not the facility itself, but the people around it. I think it's a raid to steal all the bicycles.

One of the gang members comes after me, and I pounce on him. "And what are you after, huh?" I ask, looking deep into his eyes. I take him down.

The other gang members back down after I defeat their leader. I let them limp away, and go back into the building.

I chat with Sadie, a friend from real life, and then I'm called into an office that belongs to the head of the facility. The warden walks into the room, and she throws down a series of print-outs that explain why the conversation that I was having with Sadie indicates that I'm a spy.

(I'm secretly a SHIELD agent. I wonder if Sadie forgot to add up her character stats correctly again... that would explain the flubbed deception check.)

I play innocent. And then I realize that somehow, I'm going to become the warden.

So now I'm the warden, destroying my own facility because it reeks of pure evil. It's an easy job once the building is evacuated: the warden actually murdered the people who built the facility, so their spirits are perfectly willing to unmake the place during their escape. I destroy the stained glass wards leading to the outside world, and some spirits are quick to flee.

Others will want their vengeance. I sit down, cross-legged, and calmly wait for them to find me.

Yay finally got a DEILD in
Was more accidental than anything else but... Still a DEILD!

Lucidity: 6/10
Control: 8/10
Vivacity: 8/10

I've awoken. I think about DEILDing but it's 7 AM and the daylight dazzles me even through the window's blinds. Plus, I've moved quite a bit. I insider a MILD but again I feel like in is conditions, all it will do is wake me up for good. So I induce a passively lucid daydream (which I now realize is basically a step to DEILD) to calm my thoughts. I observe myself walking in my neighborhood's street until I realize that the daydream has turned into a full blown dream. I come to a stop. I feel nothing like I've finally done what I've been obsessed with lately; it feels oddly natural. I rub my hands together as I look around the street. A dozen meters in front of me, I notice some kind of small (bit bigger than a human) transformers. I walk up to them and we talk about something that I can't remember... I think it was apocalypse-oriented. At some point I feel like showing off, which I do by using telekinesis to crush most transformers around me :/.There is an old man at my right, he's the transformers's mentor or something. I lift him up in the air, holding my right hand up, palm facing upwards. I lift my left hand as well, levitating a big, meter wide rock. Without any hesitation, I rush the rock into the man's face...
No that's just wrong. That's not me.
By some kind of "deny" technique, I'm able to undo my kill.
I let the man fall down, and I start walking... but at some point, I have some kind of very sudden scenery change (kind of like a false awakening, but not in my bed ) and I start a whole different dream which. I can't remember.

I can't remember who I was with, but I believe that there were at least two people I was friends with that actually went into this field with me. The field was nearby my house and was very massive and beautiful; it covered what was probably two-hundred acres and at times looked less like a field and more like a woodland area. We explored all around it, admiring the lush grass and tall trees and the pretty water that sometimes swept the area.

At some point, though, an older man in a car came driving down in the field, and when he spotted us he told us to get off his property. We hadn't realized the land belonged to anywhere, and so we panicked and ran off.

Later on, however, the temptation to go back to the pretty landscape became too great, and we sneaked back in. We were doing pretty good about not getting caught for a little while, but then at some point the same man came back in his car. He almost didn't see us, but he caught a glimpse of me. Everyone else ran off, and I almost did as well, but I decided to face my problems head-on instead of running away. I approached him, and he was pretty darn angry. He said he was going to call the cops, and I said that was okay.

Can't remember much else.

I wanted to record this elaborate dream before I forget it all. I just woke up and came straight to the computer. I wasn't a lucid dream, unfortunately, but it was very vivid and at some point nightmarish.

It started out with me being at a work function, some sort of fun team building event. It felt like it was at a cheap restaurant, like the company had rented out a CiCi's Pizza joint or something. Some people were drinking and laughing, some people were playing arcade games, and some people were actually working, like selling beds and writing up receipts. I was one of the latter. I had a gentleman in my dream named Nettle....something. He was an exact replica of Dr. Who, a show which I watch on occasion. He wanted to buy a bed from one of my co workers, but the sales associate was having a hard time writing the ticket. When I saw Nettle, I had a false memory. I'd seen him before and recognized him as a previous customer who had purchased from me a couple of months ago and I remembered that last time he was in the store, we were having difficulties writing up his order. So, I apologized and thanked him again for being so patient. He was a nice man and told us to take our time. All of a sudden, he gets a phone call from his job and they tell him that he can't spend too much money on the beds, that he had a budget. So, next thing I know, I'm speaking with someone else (his boss maybe) in person trying to haggle with me over the price of the beds. He tried to threaten to go to the competition (Sleep Experts) but I shut him down real quick. So, I'm still trying to figure out how to write this stupid ticket on the computer (because again, technology always fails for me in my dreams) but there is a new baseball themed computer system that we have to use and I am about to pull my hair out in frustration. So, I excuse myself and begin to look for Beth, my Area Manager, but she's MIA.

So eventually, a meeting is called and Joe, my District Manager, is trying to give an elaborate speech about why we were all there and thanking us for coming out. He then went on to say that he hoped we'd all done our prep work for the meeting and I was drawing blanks. I had no clue what this prep work was and the girl next to me, who I did not recognize from work was telling me what the prep work was supposed to be, but I was so confused. So I excused myself to go to the bathroom. So...this is where the dream takes a bit of a different route, bordering on nightmare.

I'm heading to the bathroom and the dream shifts. Instead of being in some restaurant and at some sort of business meeting, I'm in this run-down shack of a house owned by a family of Asians. When I go to use the toilet, it is in a wide open setting (this happens a lot in my dreams actually. I'm trying to do my business in a wide open space, like the walls in the stalls of the bathroom just fade away. It is really embarrassing actually...) Anyway, so I have to wait my turn because there is a little Korean girl on the potty. She's done and I take my turn, but the toilet is absolutely filthy brown and broken. There is a woman who has to stand next to you while you pee to make sure the toilet will flush and not over flow. It was a sight to be an abandoned gas station to shame. But I guess its an emergency because I sit on the toilet and all the while the little girl was talking to me and eating these little pills like candy. They were flat circular pills and I recognized them as ecstasy. I calmly told her (now that I think about it, it's odd to be calm about this. I mean she was popping these pills like PEZ because she thought it was candy!) that those pills were bad for her and she shouldn't eat them. When she asked me why, I told her that they were poison, like eating the wrong berries in the forest. She seemed to understand that analogy and put down the tin can she was carrying. I stand up and pull my pants up and this older, middle aged man came out of nowhere. He apparently was the patriarch of the family and owned the home. He had darker skin, white graying hair, but was strong. He told me that I was going to have to compensate him for letting me use the toilet. I looked at him like he was crazy and started to leave, but he tried to attack me. I think he was going to rape me but I ended up escaping.

I was running back in the direction that I came from but instead of heading further into a house, I was running through a forest and the old man was still chasing me. It was sunny out, but the forest was thick...and apparently haunted. I was trying to run up this steep hill, and all the time, I thought I was carrying the child (the little girl) with me over my shoulder. I thought I was helping her escape that god awful place. I was just at the top of the hill, trying to climb over this gnarly tree that was in my way. I looked over my shoulder and I see some invisible entity hovering around this decaying body of a woman. It was a rotting body and it looked like it'd been laying around the forest for a while. The invisible entity was using the body to attack the old man who'd still been chasing me and at first I thought it was trying to help me. Just beyond the old man and ghost, I saw a little boy with long hair. I recognized him as the child I thought I had over my shoulder the whole time. I jumped down from the tree and went back for him. He was very feeble. I slung him over my shoulder and tried to run back up the hill, but the dead woman's body turned on me and became very animated. Everything became super drawn out, like slow motion. I'm trying to carry this heavy load up the hill, trying to escape, but the woman kept grabbing my arms and pulling me back towards the forest. I kept struggling to free myself and this was hella nightmarish. I was afraid I wasn't going to make it out. I eventually pull free from the woman but the child is gone and I escape over the hill without a second thought.

Back over the hill, I'm back in the restaurant, but it's dark and empty. The business meeting was clearly over; it'd ended long ago. I find a few stragglers, no one that I recognize. They all seemed old and deranged. And they were... They kept telling me that the building was haunted and they needed to escape. So, I follow them to the outside of the building, but it was in a very rich neighborhood instead of a busy street with other businesses. I ran down the street to escape that place and the crazy group of people I was with.

Somehow I knew, like an unwritten rule in a horror film, that I couldn't tell anyone where I'd just come from, but I needed a story to explain my appearance. I was pantless, just wearing my underwear and a shirt and I was dirty from scraping in the forest. I had no phone, no money, no car. (Usually in these situations in my dreams, I'd hijack a car, but that thought didn't occur to me). So I'm running past multi million dollar houses, which were not gated by the way, and I find a family outside in the front yard playing. I run up to them and beg them to let me use their phone to call someone. They look shocked at seeing me, but they obliged and a teen girl went to grab her phone. Again...technology...I couldn't figure out how to work the damn phone, so the girl dialed a number for me. But then I began to wonder how could she know who I need to call and how would she know the number? I heard a voice on the phone saying, "Hello? Hello, who is this?" So, I began to answer it, but then I noticed the daughter and mother sniggling behind their mouths like crazy people, so I decided to hang up the phone and walk away. I knew these people were crazy too somehow, like this entire neighborhood belonged in an asylum. And, as I begin running barefoot down the street, trying to find my way back home, I realize that that's where I was...in an asylum.

I'm walking through this maze of halls and elevators and FINALLY! I find the doors that lead to an actual outside, away from the crazy and chaos and nightmares. As I'm walking past the first set of double doors, the security officer takes one look at me as if he knows me and detains me. He told me that I was a patient at the hospital and I was not allowed to leave. He kept asking how I got out of my room and when i told him that I was not a patient, he kept quizzing me on things but I had no idea what he was talking about and my head got a little fuzzy. He told me that I always have this horrific nightmares and I keep forgetting that I belong to the hospital/asylum and I keep forgetting my reality (like Shutter Island). He started guiding me back to the hospital and as if I were doped up on opium, I followed obligingly. I woke up shortly afterwards.

Got startled awake by a phone at 9 am, only got 4 hours of sleep and mighty kitty still fast asleep, I followed his lead and got back to bed. Took me way to long to fall back asleep, thanks advertising compagny

I was in a amusement park, and I remembered that it was owned by Disney*. I was walking around in the restaurant of a hotel with big windows that overlooked a harbor. The walls were white with a wooden trim and the floor carpeted. There was a handful of buffet tables, and someone had left their bikes against one of them. Being my usual clumsy self, I knocked both of them on the floor and had a hard time picked them up. I moved one of them to a railing, them tried to move the other one, but it was really heavy. Feed up by this, I decided to lift it up using telekinesis and placed it back against the table. I started to walk away, then I paused.

Wait, I juste used TELEKINESIS. That's a dream, right?**
I looked auround, surprised. I thought this would come back, but not that quick. I tentativly walked back in the lobby of the hotel and found myself in a corridor. I looked myself over and discovered that I've wandered around wearing a pink, plushy, very short bathrobe*** all this time. Not really having a clear objective for this dream (since I thought I would have time to come up with one...) I decided to keep walking around and maybe find something interesting.
Upon finding a mirror, I tried to change my clothes. I opened the bathrobe and inveiled a multicolored, iridescent corset underneath. My arms were still kind of twisted in the bathrobe and the dream was going a little fuzzy, so I simply changed it into an short vest in the same color that the corset and slipped it back.
Shortly after, I lost my vision, everything going black and white before fading to black.
I feel like I'm waking up, and push myself back into the dream.
I ended up in front of my real house, standing in front of my window. my lucidity was very, very low, and while I was aware that it was a dream, I was pretty much a passive spectator. I turned to my left and put my right hand behind my back**** to summon Eli, but nothing came and I started to feel a weird sens of dread. I looked back behind me and saw a figure huddled against the palm tree that's in my front law, looking even crying or in pain. I quickly walked up to it, calling Eli's name. I kneeled beside the figure, but it wasn't Eli. It was an male DC, with shapeshifting features. He got up and started to cornered me. David showed up, his hair shifting from ginger to white and them back, pushing the DC away and pulling me to his side. We all walked up to the street and the male DC started to go to another house. We followed him, even if I felt unhappy about it. He entered the house and I finnaly woke up.

* That was of course a fake souvenir. And there wasn't any hidden mickey!
** a accurate reddition of my thought process, caps and all.
*** I own the same one in real life. It's comfy. And I don't wear it in public, that would cause the fashion police to come after me.
**** That was my go-to method to summon people while lucid and never failed me before (I had a better level of dream control though.) It's dead easy: put your hand behind you and expect someone slip their hand in it. I had someone putting me in an armlock once, but he was a jerk.

+(f) long earlier dream, playing cards with people

+ Back in old home
Wandering around inside and outside our old home for a long time. We've returned. Out in the garden I'm amazed to find some plants of ours still growing. They're short but they're living. I pick a leaf or two from them and hold them up for my wife to see. I'm doing something with our cars which are in the garage.

Inside, something's not right. Before we sold the house we refinished all the floors to brand-new condition, but these floors are dull and scratched. I ask my wife "didn't we refinish the floors so that they were shiny and new-looking?" I think the realtor must have been letting people inside the house while we were away. I'm confused and am trying to remember correctly.

Outside I walk up to a car in our driveway (not our car). It is a white, low, sports car, like a miata, with its front pointing towards the street. I see that the gasoline tank cover section on the right rear corner of the car (which lifts up and is made of the car body material) of the car has been left lifted up exposing the gas cap. I think this means somebody has been perhaps siphoning away the gas. I think of opening the gas cap and smelling to see if there's any gas left. I also think about shaking the car to feel for the sloshing gas. I move on.

I look back at the house and see "our cars" parked in the driveway in a way that seems to encroach on public space a bit, but it's still part of our property so we have the right. The house that abuts up against ours also has a parking area covered in concrete outside. That area is on an incline that covers the corner, I think they can park their car there but it is less convenient than our place. A woman turns the corner and stops in her tracks when she sees our cars in there positions, she thinks they don't belong there.

I'm (sitting?) on the pavement near several women who I think are discussing my house (and the cars?). I wonder if they recognize me as the owner of my house but I don't think they do, and I listen in to what they're saying. A third woman indicates that she doesn't care about what's going on.

Inside (my house?) there are two women, and one is trying to fill a bucket up (to water plants) from a strange tap but can't get the water out. I start some sort of pumping motion with the tap which gets water flowing, and then I figure out I can turn the handle and water will flow without pumping.

Outside on the street, I'm riding scooters with (3?) other guys. There is a sign that indicates that the lesser-experienced skater should now get the front position on the scooter and I see the 2-man scooter the back skater takes the front position. Then we approach a 90-degree corner turning to the right, and there is another sign that <some name, famous skilled skater> should take the front position due to the speed and the difficult corner. There's a short straight section, then a 90-degree corner turning to the left, and the other skaters start to cut the corner, crossing into the oncoming traffic lane. I tell them not to do that, because some actor guy (who played Scotty on the original Star Trek) could come barreling around the corner in a car. I struggle to remember his character's name, and finally say "Scotty."

+(f, impression) something about loading up into a space ship

I remembered that I also dreamed Dakota and I were playing Spyro: The Year of the Dragon. I wish there was something else I could recall, but there isn't anything.