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I've been doing all right with my physical dream journal (i.e. the one I take notes on when I wake up in the middle of the night, or in the morning). The only dream of note I had yesterday was that a former friend of mine was trying to stab me with a knife. It was freaky, and in no way lucid. It did wake me up, though. Before waking up, I grabbed it - by the blade - in order to stop him, and it didn't hurt at all. We were working on a project in my dream when this happened.

One other dream, less exciting, was about a girl talking about college grades. Also went up an elevator with some friends and there was a ghost of our apartment complex? I don't quite remember that, but that's what my notes say, so!

As for last night's dreams, let's see...Not quite lucid, but I did get close on one.

- I was being attacked by a panda, of all things, and a few other creatures or people that I don't remember. However, it wasn't painful at all - I didn't feel anything.

- I was with a group of people. These people were making fun of those who don't like anthro art.

- I was friends with this beautiful lady, who was like a mother in some ways and romantic in others. Anyway, her arch-nemesis came in to attack her. This is where I became close to lucidity: I vaguely realized that I could do anything in my current environment, so I used some magical powers in order to create a shield to stop him. However, he soon broke through the shield, and suddenly my powers became impotent. I was really confused as to why my powers weren't working, and that was about when I lost my almost-lucid state. Anyway, he broke through, and started flirting with my friend and her two daughters - but in a completely inappropriate way. I remember massaging my lady's shoulders to comfort her, and her skin felt incredibly real. Then she started to look like one of my mom's friends in the waking world, which was odd. One of her daughters looked like her, and the other looked like a girl I know in real life. I remember not liking this guy at all, and feeling a lot of anger towards him. He tried to bribe me to let him take away my friend and her daughters, with a gray room filled with all these toys. I believe my dream-friend got sick or something, as she either spat or threw up at this point. I was really frustrated because my shield and my magic had worked initially, and then it all stopped.

- I was at college, but the place looked quite different. There was a lockdown drill, and a bunch of us were hiding in this building. One guy wanted to fight back, so he brought the majority of the students with him to fight. I wasn't keen on going out there, so me, a girl from my school, and a few others tried staying hidden in the room. Unfortunately, they left the door wide open, so we hid in the shadows under a table the best that we could. It was broad daylight outside. We talked about how we weren't supposed to leave as per campus policy during a lockdown. But then we heard these gunshots - our classmates were shooting down some aerial planes and bombs, thus saving us. I guess the threat was from the air. We even saw some explosions (they looked very much like poorly done CG effects, though). The atmosphere of the dream changed from one of danger and fear to one of comfort and relief.

It has been around 4 weeks since my last LD. I sleep much deeper than before now that winter has started, so it is getting harder for me to DILD.

I woke up at 7:45 am and felt more awake than any other day at that time, but decided to sleep more before getting ready for work. The alarm woke me up at 9 am after a long LD , so I think I had my REM in less than an hour.

I was in the middle of some weird dream about schools and so. I dunno why I always dream of school and people from school although college is a closer memory. Anyway, I was going down some stairs with a school friend to do something that I can't recall now, and suddenly I realized that this all not real and I'm dreaming. I love when I realize it like that without reality checks. I just notice sometimes that things are unrealistic, but that doesn't happen as often as I'd like of course.

As the last LD, I was moving fast between rooms trying many things, and when I do that I usually don't remember most of the dream. Maybe I should focus next time on a few things that I can recall later.

I recall failing at flying as usual . I also tried to make the things I was carrying fly behind me, but that didn't work so well. Then I tried to run fast as a boost, and I got in the sky for a moment then ended up somewhere else on a floor like I teleported but against my will .

I tried to summon a celebrity behind a door and that actually worked, and I interacted with him for some time then he disappeared. I tried to summon someone I knew in the past, but I got other DCs instead of him. They were standing in a queue for me to check them , and they all looked the same, but not him, Maybe I didn't want it enough. I was just messing around.

For the first time, I shouted my requests in the dream. I think I read that here in the forum. I shouted that I wanted to stay more, when the dream seemed to fade, and it worked . I also shouted some things I wanted. Some worked, and some didn't.

I remember telling a dream character that we are in a dream, and he was shocked and his reaction was loud so others overheard, and they were in shock too. I left them and moved on though. It was the first time I tell DCs the harsh truth that they only live in my mind.

There is one thing that bugs me. When I have a long LD, and I try to remember later the decisions I made there, I can see that my memory of my real life there is good, and I usually try things that I read about or thought about when I'm awake, but I don't recall my thought process, so sometimes I don't know why I did some of the things I did. Like now I don't remember why I chose this celebrity and not another. It was Kenny Taylor btw . He guest stars in some show I am watching currently and I just saw him the night before, so maybe that's why, but the thing is I don't remember how I reached that decision in the dream.

+ strange building: in the basement, I'm in a long white freaky hallway with no way out, I back out of there there's a guy at the door. I get in to an elevator and am not sure of which button to push, I want to go up, and I see that one of the buttons indicates going down, and a man standing outside the elevator reaches in and pushes the button that goes up. There are a couple other people on the elevator with me. The elevator goes up *really* fast, and is shaking and swinging back and forth while we ascend. We're going way too far, past my desired floor. Finally it stops and we get out, but in the portion of the building that is not done yet: someone says they're like indentured servants working here. I see plans and construction materials all around. I'm quickly descending stairs to get back down to the floor I wanted to be on. I pass two older men sitting at a table discussing something, I think they're the architects of this work. One of them (with a big afro?) mentions to me something about the review (of the building?) I'm writing.

+ son S1 is exhausted from studying physics, he's sleeping on the couch with his physics book spread open on top of him. I come around the side of the couch and then son S1 jumps on me and tackles me, they're both about 10 years younger.

+ a teacher is teaching c# programming to my sons. I tell him I want to make sure he will emphasize the way I like to do things, like top-down design. And if for example, they write a routine that takes input and output it should use input and output iterators.

+ sexy time

+ I'm hiding a NSFW magazine under a towel on a towel rack, and son S1 is doing the same, I think no, he shouldn't follow my example.

short entry, don't remember much.

My brother, who appears to be a slim guy around 18 years old with dirty blond hair, is trying to kill himself, and I keep crying and crying and trying to stop him. My dad is there too and I think we're both trying to get to him but we can't reach him. It's a very emotional dream. I don't know if he ends up going through with it.

Did I mention that I DON'T EVEN HAVE A BROTHER(not even a half-brother)?
but it felt SO real. weird.
Now I'm convinced I have a secret brother out there somewhere.. which could definitely be true as my dad was a... donor. yeah. ok. im done now.

It's Brittany's birthday and I'm trying to get her some presents. I ended up getting her a 20$ Target gift card and blond hair dye & toner because she wanted to dye her hair blond.

I went to sleep at 2:50 aproximately, and i woke up at 5:30.

I dreamt with my younger sister Sofia, that we were fighting. There was my old guitar teacher with his wife in front of us, who were about to get married.

At that time, while being awake, my sister came home so i stayed for a while awake. Then i began to sleep again until about 10.

I dreamt about being in a classroom. I was with a couple of friends called Fran, i think there were his mothers, another guy called Pedro, my uncle Dario, Vicky and a character from Kids TV. I was telling this character of TV not to give up that he did a cool job, trying to motivate him. And he started to dance and sing, like he would do on TV probably, and we were joyful after that.

The next dream was about being in the icecream store and i had the option of ordering a promotion of ice cream of Dulce de Leche for 35 pesos, and i could have 6 of those, or icecream of three different flavours for 25 pesos. I ordered the second.

Last night's main dream was that me an my brother were sitting in my room, talking. I walked into my closet, and saw a dead person, just laying there. For some reason I decided not to tell my brother about it. A little later, I went into the bathroom, and there was another dead person laying there. I told my mom and brother about it, and I can't really remember what they did about it. I also decided to show them the dead person in the closet, and my mom said something about death coming really close to us. Later in the dream my sister was sitting on her bed, and I was standing with my hands pressed very hard against the bedroom door to make sure that something wouldn't get in. I'm not quite sure what.
Another dream was that someone was giving a lesson about fun things to do in lucid dreams. They were talking about standing on a star and saying all the things you did wrong recently. The person said that you would feel really light and happy if you did it.

3/1/16:
YES. Only 3 days in to my gravity awareness practice I have had my first lucid in months. I didn't exactly use the gravity awareness to actually get lucid but I definitely checked my weight and used it to stabilize in the dream. I'm pretty sure I have forgotten a little of what I did in my lucid as I didn't wake up lucid so the dream is gone a little but here is all I do remember clearly.

Dream 1: I was out in the bush at this large, old house. It was really hot and there was a bushfire warning. I went inside the house and there were two 10 year old kids playing some video games. They asked me if I had played age of empires 3, and when I said I had they peppered me for advice and tips.

Dream 2: I was at Hogwarts, sitting in the great hall while Dumbledore gave a speech. He started talking about this bookcase in the side of the hall, chained up, and how no one was ever to try and look inside it. Hagrid started chuckling, and when Dumbledore asked him what was so funny he pointed out that with the amount of traps around it and such it would be impossible for any student to break in, unless they knew the secret. Dumbledore glared at Hagrid, and spontaneously I performed a reality check, looking at my hands, and saw an extra finger! Suddenly lucid, I get teleported to an old Egyptian dungeon, presumably sent there by Dumbledore or Hagrid. I wander around the torchlit dungeon, testing out my dream body and feeling for my weight, realizing that my body other than my head felt weightless. I rounded a corner and saw a mummy/monster, I'm not quite sure what happened here but I think I defeated him and completed whatever trial I was meant to in there.

I suddenly found myself in my bedroom. I went about my daily business for a while before thinking to reality check. I took a while for me to do so as I was convinced this was waking life, however eventually I did so and once again spotted that my fingers were blurry and there was an extra one. Lucid once again, I walked out into the house and then starting thinking about what I should do. I tried remembering the task of the month and could only remember trying to read the title of a book or to change gravity for DC's. Considering gravity is my focus this month I opted for the later. To find people, I went out and got the car, then drove it out into the street. After some questionable driving I ended up a couple of streets away, where 3 people were walking with some balls. I first made the gravity really heavy, so they suddenly collapsed onto the floor and couldn't move. This didn't effect me for some reason. I then made the gravity really light and they started slowly slowly floating up off the ground, again I was unaffected. One of the balls they had had fallen out and was rolling towards me, so I telekinetically zoomed it into my hand then blasted it off away.

I ended up back in my bedroom again, not too sure how I got there or whether I needed to become lucid again. I once again thought about what I should do, and settled on finding my dream guide. I walked outside my room and thought out "Dream Guide, where are you?" and then I saw an image rush towards me of Sivason's avatar (lol). I yelled out "Sivason!", but then a wave of power rolled over me, forcing me to the floor (just like the gravity effect I was doing on others earlier, except actually affecting me this time) and Sivason disappeared. An image of a large, tentacle Lovecraftian creature appeared in my head, speaking in between high pitched clicks and screams to tell me his name was C'rinka or Jacinka or something like that, can't remember exactly . I asked him for advice, to which he started singing a song that sounded an awful lot like Killswitch Engage, complete with music and all. The lyrics seemed to be pretty generic stuff about love and failure and the world, so unfortunately they didn't stick in my mind.

I'm not sure if this is the same dream or part of a separate one, but I was at my dad's old house, non lucid. There was some gaming tournament going on with all these people I didn't know lounging around and playing on laptops. I overheard two people in my bedroom having a conversation before I walked into the bathroom, only to find that full of people as well.

Went to bed around 10pm
Thought about the tasks of the month before bed -took 200 b6 too

Today I had been - for the first time in a good while - carrying my little buzzing machine which was going off at intervals of about 20 mins apart. When it goes off I take special moments of time to be in the moment and think a little about where I have just been and if things make sense to me

" am I dreaming ? - Could this be a dream, really ..genuinely ...?"
" I am dreaming - yes looks I have 6 fingers - wow how wonderful!'
" Next time I am in a dream I deffinately realise - ' it is a dream!'!

Apart from this I am putting effort when I remember of course to be mindful of the dream like nature of things throughout my WL

1.45 wake up for first dream recalled
I am Taking part in a dance/fun competition - in a show on a stage - at some point I almost fall of the stage with the excitement of it all - laughing etc.
At some point were are watching a miniature version of what we are doing with tiny little characters - one of mine is a little black man who seems to be doing quite well in the miniature show...

I try a wbtb now but really ...I am too tired as have been under the weather of recent - I fall asleep thinking about the book title I see for the totm being " tonight I get Lucid ' - is the book title ...
And thinking of the other tasks too I fall asleep in my wbtb and have a NL dream.

I am looking at the rooms in a big house I am staying in - I am thoughtfully noting that there is something a bit strange with the windows... In this room they have been half blocked ...in the other rooms they are left unblocked ... I ponder this thinking it is strange ( great! I am noticing things )I ask my friend as I am truly puzzled by it and stare at the blocked Windows for a wee while. I ask my friend and she has an answer for it but it doesn't satisfy me...
We are staying in this house and I am worried about the room Tara is staying in... I tell her to lock the door at night but she doesn't take me seriously ..

- I say 'please do it for me' - I then go to her room and try to lock the door that leads to the outside for her ...but the lock is broken ⚡️- I go off to find someone to fix the lock or find a pad lock for the door so that she will be safe

NEXT COMES THE EXCELLENT REPORT OF MY DRY SPELL BROKEN🎇🌅⚡️ -
After being awake for a short while and getting a drink - I have laid down at around 5am ready for a wild on my back and try some SILD and 61 points to get me relaxed. Maybe I drifted off for a bit then I am aware again that I am hovering lightly within my body - Suddenly my legs swing up and a do a kind of up and back flip which is a wonderful surprise - a few more moves like this come to pass and I find myself awake in bed again ...

I hold on and I Deild back in and this time I am more confident about 'knowing' I need to move forward and I see the light from the hatch leading on the stairs that lead from our attic room. I dive over to it and down the stairs like a bolt - as it is an oob type exit I feel the pull of my body in bed is still with me -

Yay breaking a wonderfully long dry spell I got one of the basic tasks this morning ;

Realising I am floating in my bed - after a while of laying down for my first wbtb in simply ages - it's dark as vision is not kicking in yet...I am feeling brave and decisive - I decide to make a go of it and start to scrabble towards the light coming from the open hatch in my attic room - I dive down into the study and walk with speed through to the living room. I am very exited to be LDing after a cool off and feel the need to accomplish a task. As I pass one of the book shelves I stop and reach for a book...at first it is very hard to read the title as it seems to be a super long title that doesn't make much sense....

..I try to focus a bit more on the words " half way there" it says so that must be the title I decide not to look back at the book as I know it could change and I want to remember it now...if indeed that was the tile as it probably did change anyway

I went on to do one of last months tasks when I got out side and after summoning a DC - he came around the corner on a tractor and got out when he saw me - I proceeded to laugh like crazy at him - it was fun as he laughed back at me and we had a genuine laugh ( he was extremely hunky too so the laughing became quite magnetic - I was actually about to do the lucid dare strip off when duty called and I knew it was time to pee - farmer boy - I'll catch you next time 🎇

I'm with a golden haired man with short, slicked back hair. He pulls me in a car and I have to drive it through a underground parking lot. It's decrepit, the cement is stained and pitted, with the metal bar embedded in it sticking out like bones from a carcass with rust leaking out. Part of it is falling appart, blocking some roads. I try to find my way in it, my compagnon not very helpful. He does give me some direction, and we reach a back-end. I turn the car around, telling the man I won't let him get us into trouble if we need a quick guetaway.

I find myself in a house with my family, namely my mother, her brother with his dog, and my sister. They were out to the beach and everyone is tired, my mother sleeping on the couch in her still wet clothes with a blanket over her. I notice a piece of paper poking out of her pocket and take it without waking her up. There's in fact two papers: on of them is too wet and desintegrate into a pulp, bu the other is still mostly whole. I read part of it; it's a very heartfelt letter from my father, written just before or after my sister's birth. It's written on a prescription paper, with the heading of the hospital he worked in when I was very young. It's typical of him, and rather sweet. I carefully lay it flat on the table to dry, feeling lot of love for both my parents.

Finally, I wander outside that room to a living room with french windows opening into a stone terrace with iron-forged garden furnitures. There's a crew of cameramen here, filming what seems to be a business lunch. There's a dozen of people in suit, both men and women, eating an expensive salad in the sun. I'm lurking inside, not wanting to be filmed. I look around the room, there's a desk with a handful of pens and some letters, but I don't pay close attention to it. There's also a big cardboad box. I take off the lid and there's a big, pitch black rabbit in it, on a bed of hay. I pick it up and hold it close to me, it's as big as a cat and very fluffy, with a downy belly. I'm careful to keep it's legs tighly hold so it can't kick, but it's a very chill rabbit and it let's itself being carried around like a big furry baby. I walk to the other side of the room and find a stone wheel going down. There's growling coming from it, deep below. I call in it and something come up; it's sewage, dark and sluggish, with a white mouse swimming in it. I take it out of the sewage, but I didn't caught it properly and it twists out of my hand and fall to the floor before running away. I'm not very sad about it, since it was dripping wet and dirty. I gently put the rabbit down and pat it's head before opening the door for it. It hops out and I go back to lurking next to the windows. One of the people eating, and handsome man with olive skin and strong, patrician features, looks up and away from the lunch and right to me. He seems to recognizes me and his cold, calculated smile turn into an incredibly warm, sweet one. He politly but quickly excuses himself from the table and gets inside. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with cropped, very curly dark hair. I reach up to his face, and he catches my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. His hands are as big as the rest of him, making me feel small. He smiles and cups my face with his other hand, it feels very warm and slightly rough, probably from calluses. I smile and coyly look away.

[Notes]:
- By simply focusing on HI as I lightly fell asleep on a road trip, I was able to catch some of the following dreams before waking up.

Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream

[HI #1]:
There’s something about this indistinct figure (me? clear person?) buying a shotgun. The shotgun was kinda invisible, with only a couple contours being visible. The figure loads a red shell into it (from the side; it was a sideways-break barrel). There’s some notion of him not being able to have it. Glasses, top hat, trenchcoat? Kinda like Murdered: Soul Suspect.
Looking at the same mall as the Harbor Freight, from about 20 parking spaces back. There’s this brown, thick smoke originating out of nowhere, and it floats to the left, leaving a thick vapor trail. It appears to start getting constrained, as if there’s a clear glass tube around it. The voice of mom says “That unattended mule can drive.”

[HI #2]:
It’s a 50’s commercial. Panning back from the Portal cake, with this plank moving above it. A woman says the motto: “Dozens of bunches for every twelve hundred you choose.”

[HI #3]:
This was created by purposefully thinking of a random story based on random thoughts. I would guide it into a dream semi-consciously, letting my subconscious as well as my conscious work together.
It started off with a strange apparatus that looked like an old telephone hanger, but my brain immediately concluded it was a lighter that hung on the wall. People would go up to it and light their cigarettes, cigars, among other things. It simply zapped whatever you put into it. The young, cartoon-ish inventor, in a top hat, looked to “the camera” and said, “Hey! I’ll call it the auto-lighting lighter -- the auto-lighting-er -- the Auto-Lighter!” Poor people of the proletariat (scruffy lookin’ dudes with grey clothes) would enter businesses solely for the use of the Auto-Lighters, and this caused some civil strife.

Only disjointed elements in memory.

A vague memory of wondering if I'm asleep or not. (!) As to what I did afterward, nothing remains.

I see an old friend from school, he is by a large house at night in the yard. Candles in lanterns light the yard. We go inside, there are some of his friends in there, young women. He mentions that he can show his back if it really is something people want to see, as if someone asked him to show it. I think he just made it up to be able to have an excuse to show off a tattoo. He takes his shirt off. I see a disgusting, long wart protrude from his side. I think I get a glimpse of a light green tattoo but it is really small.

Waking up on a mattress on a floor, I'm with a female friend of mine and her brother. We are all waking up, the light in the kitchen has an orange-sepia tone to it. Her brother complains that someone was drilling in the night and it woke him up. He says he was the only one to wake up to it. I don't remember waking up. I am a very sound sleeper.

Morning of January 3, 2016. Sunday.



I am flying throughout my dream (with no backstory in mind) yet I do not recognize that I am dreaming at any point, which is curious.

Mostly, my actions are illogical since I probably could just fly off to my right at any time, to find another location or region to land in, but I do not want to land in any area directly below me yet (or off to the left where there seem to be more forests being cut down), where my attention is mostly held. I do not want to land because the area is a very large lumber camp, which seems to go in a continuous arc, though it is not clear what is off to my right from this arc - probably the ocean or possibly an undefined and unrendered area where I cannot “really” go or an implied barrier (divided by liminal space, though I am not lucid enough to consider this possibility as dream-based) which I cannot go past.

It seems that the lumber camp is very active in most sections and for whatever reason, I sense the workers are very hostile to intruders of any kind, including wayward flying people. After all, they are destroying the landscape, so probably would destroy anything (including people) in their path (as I do not reason they are doing it to provide for people as they likely may be). In one way, it seems like a miniature landscape (of about one-quarter scale), but this seems a possible distortion of my perspective. I do not fly close enough to the ground at any point to see that much.

There is another distortion, something almost abstract but related to having to write something in a journal or notepad (while flying?) while just outside the perimeter of this range though which causes additional frustration. My flight path is continuously aligned to the semicircular lumber camp, which seems to go on like this for a considerable distance. This of course makes no sense, as if such was the case, I would be flying in a circle yet I seem to be going in only one direction in my dream and the land features below are consistently different as well.

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There may be some sort of association with circumventing and circumference, as this was one of those dreams that seemed to “self-title” itself after waking, something I have experienced fairly often since around the age of eight.

I remembered some short fragments of dreams. Before that I had some dreams that I didn't remember. First I was on a school bus with my boyfriend. There were a few other people on the bus but most of the seats were empty. There was a window open near the front of the bus and a nice breeze was coming through. We liked the breeze. I was lying in the bus seat feeling euphoric because of the breeze and my boyfriend was looking at me over the top of the seat in front of me.

Then me and my boyfriend were in the apartment. I mounted a fan to the wall near the broken air conditioner. We were happy thinking the fan was going to function as an air conditioner and blow cold air on us. I turned it on and it didn't seem to be working very well.

Then I was leaving some place with a friend but as we were walking to the car I wanted to spend more time with him so I asked him if he wanted to go shopping and he did. And since we were already at a strip mall we just walked into the next store, which was a large hardware store. The next store was an auto parts store. We weren't really shopping, but just walking around and talking.

I am watching Tekken on the television and notice the intro was not going the way it was program to. I quickly recalled that in waking life if I were ever put in a little scenario like this to assume I am dreaming. I continue watching and figure out there's no way a malfunction would go this far. I became aware I am dreaming.

[Notes]:
- Used WBTB. The dream came in fairly late after I fell asleep.
- For the longest time I was trying to WILD, but I gave up. I'll have to ask about that!
- Had my first lucid FA!
- I also had a DEILD!? I guess!
- I'd been working on observing HI for a while that day, as well as the night before.
- I'm changing my format to one I've seen around a lot.

Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream

[Enter dream:]
So I walk into the new MPC room, and there's practically twenty-five people. Almost all of them are black, except for AI. I look around, and in anarchy people are kinda running around and showing music and stuff. I realize I'm late. TQ (who had a different name in the dream) was showing his newest trap beat to everyone, and it sounded pretty good. People were bopping to him, and he was doing great. My old chem teacher held me up as I did the Hotline Bling dance

Anyway, I eventually got up in front of the club awkwardly. I apologized for being late and said, "I always say welcome to my clubs," as I wrote on this neon blackboard. I wrote "Welcome" in chickenscratch and then some other gibberish about what we were going to do, then realized it was kinda illegible. I picked it up and showed it to a girl in front and said, "Is any of that remotely legible?" And she shook her head. I started to write *more* legibly on the real whiteboard, but I realized I was just wasting everyone's time with it, so I just turned around and started asking people what they do. I asked AI what he does (for some reason I associated him with an avatar of a cartoon eagle), and he cockily replied with some crazy technological thing. He had some contraption that was put together with a button on it... sounded like crap if I remember right. Then, there was this other kid who wanted to go. I asked him what he did, but he kinda had a hard time explaining. He played it. It was a video, but apparently he had overdubbed the speech or something. The bell rang and the club ended.

There was something about going to my old middle school, and meeting siblings of my friends. The dream fragments.

I'm out on the wall in my yard. There's this scrawny little pine tree on the middle of the hill that's not usually there. I go over to it, and then I hear something. I look over, and this little doe is charging me from the west side by the creek. I see it and it comes to me at full speed. It gets close and I freak out and crawl up the little tree. Halfway up, I recognize the nightmare feeling, and I fully realize that I'm dreaming. Just to make sure, I look at my hands, and of course I have six fingers on each hand.

I suddenly wake up from excitement. At this moment, I immediately tried to fall back into the dream. Guess what? It worked!

I'm standing next to the same pine tree. I look around, not lucid yet, and see something under my porch. Something big. It's a moose this time, with a full set of antlers. The fear sets in, and it begins to run for me. At this moment, I recognize the fear, and become aware. It was an achievement to finally be able to dive back into a dream. Call it a DEILD! The moose stands there, and I look at my palms. Again, I've got some odd number of fingers.

Suddenly, I wake up in my room. I turn on the light and look at my hands. TWELVE FINGERS!!! I suddenly realize that I just had my first false awakening. I continue to look at my hands as to stabilize the dream, but it barely works. I see my dog chilling out in front of my bed, looking at me. "Oh, hey, it's a dream character!" I thought. I remembered one of my long-time goals of asking for a joke, and did so. Then I just started hearing my own joke from my own head. It clearly wasn't a subconscious thought.

I woke up and felt relieved. This lucid was the best one I've had in months, and it's great to finally get back in the groove.