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Last night was not exactly fun. I can remember brief instances of this one; they mainly seemed to be warped situations of things that have happened to me in the last few months IRL. I am at a performance, with cover bands, but it’s as if they’re all playing to a track, not actually playing their instruments. I am expected to play piano to a Queen song, but someone takes my place. I’m at a movie theatre, about to go see a film by myself. I run into several old high school acquaintances. I’m finishing a group project and turning it in at the last minute; I think this is at my old house. The last instance was the most vivid and unfortunate. I’m sitting alone on a couch in a strange room; it’s like some parts of the wall are missing, or maybe the ceiling. It’s cloudy and grey outside. I think this place is near a lake. I see my ex-girlfriend just outside, her red hair vibrant and flowing in the wind. She is soon inside on the couch with me, and we begin to kiss and hold each other close. This is the first time I can think of that I’ve had this good of a dream about her since we broke up. In most dreams I can remember, she is cold, distant, or angry. In this one, she is welcoming, reciprocating, and affectionate. Then my friend comes in the room, acting like his usual annoying self. IRL, he didn’t like my girlfriend, and even told lies about her to my friends. This anger I feel toward him was evident in the dream. I am happy with her in this dream, and I want him out of the picture. Feelings of affection I have for her in the dream are coupled with the feelings of hatred I have for my friend. This is very similar to an instance that occurred a couple months ago IRL. But I wake up and realize, that although I’m over her, my hatred for him remains.

Similar to my last dream. Being shipped around to different places and attending small parties. At one point I met a girl who knew me and all my friends and was showing me images from our past that I had no memory of. At the very end the whole city came under attack, so I pulled out this crazy old mech that started as a hand held package then expanded out fast, got in and dropped bombs on all the shitty enemies while my friends laughed.

I was talking to andre on the phone trying to convince him that he needs to take care of his
business. He wanted to put something very important off until the next day and I insisted that he
not do that.


There was a sadhu taking pictures as a artist. There was this one scene with a Indian lady covered
in white ash with an amazing body. That scene was very provoking. I thought to myself in the dream
how could I sadhu do these kind of things with without being struck by intense desire. That the end
of the dream the sadhu spoke as if he was looking directly at the camera. I don't remember what
he said.

Last night bed 9pm - 3:30am

I remembered a dream when I woke up at night, but when I got up, I only remembered the one that came last.

I'm on a street. A car stops little further down the street and a male starts waking towards me. Black t-shirt, ripped arms, tatoos, big guy. I know I should be walking away, but I don't wanna look silly. He walks up to me, and tells me to come with them. 2 hispanic females that also got out from the car are standing nervously by the car.

My dad is just behind the corner so I start yelling for help and I make a few steps to see him getting in his car. He hears me and he comes over.

He is not really upset and I'm furious, then I realize he wants to hold the guy down while help comes. So I kick the guys feet to trip him over, knoeck him to the ground and I start calling 911. No answer. Then I call our auxilary 911 in Iraq, wtf, and the line is quiet. Everytime I say something, they guy on the other side just says "hallo"? I tell him all the info, addresses, attempted kidnapping, but all he says is "hallo". I'm luke f u and hang up. Call US 911 and finaly cops arrive. While they are putting the guy in the ambulance, I sneak a few more punches at him.

Something wasn't right. He wasn't really forcefull, but I got a feeling of danger. I remembered the kidnapping of the blond jogger by 2 hispanic females and I was so sure that these are the same people.

I only got 3 1/2 hours of sleep. Woke up to pee and when I was trying to go back to sleep I heard very loud and very clear my husbands voice telling me, "I was in a car accident". I looked at the clock and it was 12:34 which is the same time I dreamt about the other night. He has never had an accident and hopefully he never does.

I am in my room, I fly up into the air and head for Mongolia. As I am flying I decide to Zoom teleport instead of flying and get there really quickly. I land at near someone that looks like it could be the great Khan himself. I have a FA to my house, kind of, more like just a quick flash back to it and I am standing near my bed. I close my eyes and fall back to the ground, instead of mirroring out the other side where I want, I get stuck in the ground and appear right behind him.
“Is it you? Or is it just a clone?” I ask. He is startled and turns around, pulling a sword out. Startled, this is definitely the clone, the dreamer I know wouldn’t be very easy to startle. Fire flies out of nowhere from his direction. I have no way to deal with this unless I use powers! I jump behind a tree. Summoning my sword from my hand. I need to pick a stat to counter this fire. He doesn’t seem to have a limited amount of fire, completely unlimited fire, maybe unlimited breath? I dunno… I realize that my sword has been set into the ground and a hole has been created, not like the acid eating away at it, but like a teleportation ring, I wonder where it sends me. I jump in and realize that it just goes where I want it to in a 50 meter radius, but since I hadn’t decided a place, it just shot me 50 feet up in the air… I can’t survive a fall like this unless I use a stat or a non normal ability… stat… Arms max everything! I summon my sword, realizing that the ground teleport actually is my sword when it hits the ground and after use, it unsummons my sword. I use max precision and max strength to toss the sword into the ground and land in it. My momentum carries with me, so I have to choose the right place to teleport. I pick a tree around and choose that to teleport out of at him, I should be slowed down enough by the time I hit the ground with the angle. I land in the teleport and out the tree, but my angle was a bit too high. Instead of hitting the ground right before I get to him, I am heading right at him. He turns and sees me, I summon my sword and we clash swords, I push him back with the extra strength. Each time our swords clash, mine is much stronger, he learns quickly how to redirect it, and starts throwing fire at me, I realize that with his fire in this close range, I can’t hope to win. I toss my sword on the ground and jump down, appearing right behind him. I punch him in the back and he goes flying. As he flies away, he turns towards me and lets a huge wave of fire, enough to kill me if I don’t dodge. I take off away from him and my hand pushes off a boulder and I fly way faster than the fire, towards… nothing?! I realize that I am heading towards a black emptiness and I fall down into the void and back around to the other side (imagine falling out of orbit). Apparently we are on a small 50 meter by 100 meter floating platform, a plain with a few trees on one side and something that looks like mustafar on the other side, only 2 meters high (50 x 100 x 2).
I summon my sword. Mustafar could kill me, I just use it to teleport to the other side. Not much momentum, so I just come out of the other side a little ways away from Khan. I throw my sword at him. He gets his sword hand rattled, I do a quick summon and teleport to him, summoning my sword again. I know this seems tedious, so from now on, I think I will just leave it out, it flows as a quick clap clap, or just a clap if I need it. He raises his sword, but with the already off balanceness, I grasp his sword and take it from him.Chopping his head off. 7 copies of him pop up all around me and I swing both swords, chopping all the heads. Doesn’t seem to be working, but he might just be healing or something like that. I notice that they are dissipating and throw my sword down at the ground one last time, I push myself through with my arms, giving me tons of momentum, and appear right behind the last clone. He dissapears and I hear a wave of fire. I notice that all the trees are burning and something is burning through the whole area. I also notice that the huge thing we are on is now floating around a world, not just void. I found this interesting, but the fire is coming from every direction and I fall to the ground and punch through the ground, falling through to the mustafar side, when I almost land, I put the two swords together and raise them up high. I swing down with all my might (maxed out speed and strength) and just the wave of energy cuts the thing we are on in half. I am temporarily suspended between them, but then I start drifting towards one of the sides. I see Khan coming at me, his neck has healed mostly. I get on all fours and use my arms to send me across to the other side. When Khan jumps across he sends a huge amount of fire that way too. I use my sword (which I realize now is the only sword I am holding since the other one broke from the use of it (Maybe it was an ability I used of it to extend and cut that thing in half, but I don’t know). I set my sword down and leave a teleporter under me, waiting for the last moment. The fire reaches me and is almost consuming me, but then it fades, thanks to my arms shielding me and the Khan wrapped in fire, is trying to deliver a finishing blow. I am getting badly burnt in all places but my arms, and my eyes can no longer see. I wait until the khans fire first comes at me and I block with one hand and grab the portal with the other. The block throws him off balance and when I teleport through, I come right behind him and punch through the fire shield and reach his heart with an arm stab. The fire subsides (I can feel) I consider this battle won, so I heal myself and see where I am. I am stuck between the three pulls of gravity, so I reach my hands out and let fire spew from them, completely incinerating the two things, then I crush them into bits with some TK energy and there is nothing left of them. I float down to the world. It is constantly changing and shifting. I think it is because the idea of so many dreamers shaping such little dreamscape. I put my hand on the world and imagine it 10 times bigger, I can’t tell a difference, but the one city I was near is actually seven different cities far apart and changing much less. I also think about some old newspapers from Zödra, 1 million. The population of the world. That is all. I don’t think it was there before with my ideas of Zödra, but it is now. Lots less people, more places. This should keep the dream world from destroying itself. I might have to add more people later, but meh, a max of 1 million should be good. It might dwindle with all the killing that is likely to ensue with all the people realizing that it is a dream, but I can always add more later. I step into the closest city and no one seems to notice me, everyone flying and no one working anywhere. I need to make sure that we cement the currency, don’t know how to do that yet. Alarm goes off.

Through breathwork and visualising, I quickly enter a dream scene lucid.
I'm on a boat, clear blue waters are felt near my feet as I Wade out onto a grassy patch. In the distance I see a few gorillas, standing, watching.
The colours are dim, a dawn experience. A distant Hill rises above the gorilla in the background.

Many more lucid dreams follow after this. In one particular image, I am talking to a peculiar man, who's wearing a red coat, top hat and has a mischievous smile. A little like Willy Wonka.
I ask him, who created all of this?
Hehe, he replies.
You did.
ME? I say. How could I even imagine this all?
He laughs again.
Are we in a simulation or program, I ask.
You'll have to wait and see, he replies, a cheeky grin lights his face with glee.
No, please answer me, I ask.
Yes.
Whats after this? I ask (implying after death)
You've designed more to experience, he finishes and disappears.
I am left in a large room with tall French windows, and wooden floors. I look outside and see its a bright, beautiful day, so I step outside.

The dream scene changes, and this time this night. I step outside to see on the ground, numbers written in different colours with chalk.
11, 19, 7, 25, 4 are written everywhere. A street lamp on the side of the house provides the source of lighting.

Many oobe's and false awakenings follow after this, I catch them.
More dreams of flying above roof tops. Finally, the rem cycle ends at and there's no more dreams to enter.

So this was probably the most stable and most vivid lucid dream I've had so far. Maybe not the longest but it was rather long too.

I'm not entirely sure how exactly I got into the dream. I had been drifting back and forth between sleep for hours in the bed, always trying to think about visualization and WILDing, but never really managing as I always fell asleep quickly. I think this time I lost consciousness just for a very short moment and snapped back at just about the right moment.

So I was lying in a bed, had my eyes closed, and saw mostly normal phosphenia. I didn't feel entirely normal and I wanted to open my eyes and be in a dream.
So I opened my eyes, being in a state of what I'd call skeptical lucidity, I believed that I was kind of in between dream and reality. What I saw in front of me was a massive cupboard that covered the whole wall, though it was composed entirely out of drawers. My vision wasn't normal either, it's like I saw a correct main image but then much weaker and transparent copies of the main image slightly wavered around.

I left the small room and went down a hallway to the left, it was dark outside and the light was very dim. My vision normalized somewhere here. A bit down the hallway I turned left again and entered a very large staircase (5m x 5m or so, the structure was very similar to my first boarding school). Around here I tested my powers for the first time, summoning a faint green glow on my fingers. I also heard some unintelligible voices from somewhere else in the building, but I didn't really care. I wanted to fly but I still didn't trust my current state completely. Then I summoned some weird stone, it was beige and glowed somewhat white and it had levitation powers focused in it, and this is when I trusted my lucidity. Then I did something I didn't ever do before, instead of looking for an exit point or breaking the glass, I just phased through it, and by that also through one of the steel bars that were between the glass panels.

Now I was outside, floating around a bit. Either it quickly turned bright or I have a memory gap here, I'm not completely sure. Now I was in a place that was kind of city, kind of village, kind of medieval, kind of modern. Imagine a small clearing and a raised plateau in front of me, there were tables there with some stuff on them, parts of the ground were neatly layered with stone, parts were grass. Around the perimeter of that clearing were buildings which seemed kind of medieval, but the further the buildings were away, the more modern they seemed. There even appeared to be tall apartment blocks in the distance.
I remembered I wanted to do stuff with Ryuuko in my dreams. I suppose this is the time and place to elaborate on her, refer to this place: Ryuuko Drakisu | Dream-Alter-Ego and persistent DC
So I landed close to the tables on a small free patch. I remember a bearded man standing there. Think of a Nord from Skyrim, just looking better, more realistic and having less of an annoying aura. He greeted me shortly I think.

So I summoned Ryuuko kind of as an empty DC, like a model with only the most rudimentary understanding and behavior possible, which is pretty much what I wanted at this point. I think she appeared in plain sight but I'm not entirely sure. Also there were a lot of details that were wrong. Her horns were reddish and on her side, her face was just wrong and from someone else, the hair was too short and had a wrong light brown color, her skin was too dark, had freckles and actually on all places of her body except the face the skin texture was missing, it was like Vantablack. Though parts of her natural scale armor, that is on the arms and legs, seemed to be present and mostly correct, I didn't focus on their details all that much though. I think I saw her wings in a folded state too, but again didn't pay enough attention to them to tell for sure.
I told this Ryuuko model to start fixing the skin color. What it did was a bit bizarre, it touched its face with its hands and then kinda rubbed the skin color all over her body, gradually replacing the blackness, albeit the revealed skin texture was still wrong and covered with freckles, I wonder why.
At this point I also noticed she was naked and was missing her clothes.

At this point the bizarreness of what I saw made me think about what to do, and it seems my focus slipped and I lost my lucidity. Somehow me and the Ryuuko model walked into a nearby shop, where I remember seeing her one last time, still not completely fixed up. Then some people were quite frankly talking about completely irrelevant shit, some stickers and some glitter was around but I hardly want to bother remembering. I know that for some time I just observed, then I ate some of the glitter. Then I woke up, much to my dismay. Had my focus not slipped I bet I could've still done a lot more in that dream.

Before I go into this, I have recently been pondering on the thought of going back in to time and all of the things that I could've done differently in my life, which yes I know you shouldn't look to the past in regret but to the future but I find it hard for myself to not look at the choices I could've done differently... This is the inspiration behind my dream.

So I find myself in my dream and I realize right away that I am smaller than normal, I look to my mother and notice that she is quite taller then me and I suddenly get the notion that I have went back in time to when I was a young kid and I kid you not but I literally thought that I was given a restart to my life for some reason, I convinced myself inside of my dream that I have been given a second chance at my life and after thinking about this I was overcome with joy and yes I was lucid but I didn't realize it was a dream, I thought it was real life and that I had been given a second chance. I had my phone in my hand and I remember me and my mother and possibly my father, not entirely sure, going to a movie theater. I don't remember looking at the movie screen but I remember just staring at my phone and thinking of all the things that I could invest in and become rich from I then remember going to the restroom after the movie and the restroom was quite weird and the toilets looked very odd for some reason but at the time I was still convinced that I had gone back in time but I believe I was losing my "lucidness" if this is possible and I was just drifting back into a dream I had no control of which did eventually happen, I then found myself in a different dream where for some reason I was fighting dragons and a man gave me 2 iron swords and I was able to down 2 dragons and the swords disintegrated after killing them and a 3rd dragon was coming straight for me and I put my hand in the air and sliced it's belly open with my hand and killed it, the people around me praised me then I remember grabbing the person in front of me and screaming to him that this has already happened and then I realised that I had this dream before and then I woke up to my alarm going off.

This is the longest dream I have ever experienced that I can remember and also this is one of few dreams that I had in first person (most dreams I have in third person like I am watching a movie).

Welp this is my first dream journal, hopefully everyone reading enjoyed it.

I waited just a little bit too long with writing this one down. There was something that preceded this moment.

Muslim language
I'm walking inside a building with a Dutch guy I just met. The building has been designed as spaciously as a public building. I feel like we're walking on the 2nd floor, due to seeing a balustrade. The floor (and perhaps some other elements) is alternating shades of blue. The Dutch guy and I are talking in Dutch about what I'm doing. I'm telling him what I studied and how it is that I ended up in Indonesia.

I'm now sitting at a table with 3 other people. My back is to the wall. On my right is my friend Alif. On the other side of the table are 2 people I can't identify. Further to my right is a door, leading to a room where some guys are discussing some matters. We're eating cake which is mostly orange coloured. Different sections of the cake have a different word on them. We're supposed to eat the corresponding section to properly answer a question. At some point the girl sitting diagonally to me eats a section that says "Muslim(s)" as an answer to a question that starts with "which language." It makes me nearly spit out my piece, as it's both horribly stupid and slightly inappropriate. There are more people to my left who want to have some of the cake. They're part of our group.

Kiss
I'm with a bunch of friends, sitting at a large table. The time has come to say bye to some people. We give each other pecks on the cheek and other normal greetings. There's one girl I made out with slightly earlier. When it's time to say bye, she gives me some pecks on the cheek, but I decide to just give her another full kiss. Ok, that was slightly embarrassing and perhaps inappropriate. I think she is into my friend and may have kissed him earlier.

I am walking along a path on a sunny day and I am engulfed by the beauty of the setting and how the light is hitting some flowers and miscellaneous landscaping. I am thinking this is a beautiful waking life side effect of my new practice. I say to myself if this were a dream I would fly over all of this and I lift myself up on my toes like I do IWL and I begin to float. I gave myself a mild-mannered "how about that...I'm actually dreaming this" with a short chuckle...a more calm knowing than the aha realizations. I play around with my flying staying no more than 50 feet or so high and swooping down in some aerial acrobatics which feel quite realistic and fun though maybe not the strong stomach effect, a bit muted. I think of the spinning TOTM which was a dream activity I wanted to revisit and play with and I spin while seemingly still floating many feet off the ground and the spin feels very realistic and I seem to close my eyes a few times like a kid often does while spinning but it could have also been the effect of the spin on my vision, I don't remember consciously choosing to close my eyes. I think of wanting to arrive at a beach but then I remember that it's supposed to be a surprise where I arrive. I hear upbeat music while spinning and I stop a few rotations after hearing the music to go the opposite direction to try to rewind back to that "location" but the music is gone so I start spinning again and decided that should be good enough and stop and I see a big dark room and a open doorway I pass through. On the other side is like this large holographic display maybe equivalent to a 100" screen TV but transparent with a clear outline and it is displaying an older style computer animation of a girl walking around in a simple maybe only three color animation. As I watch it the animation looks more refined. I move on and see the back view of a thin female (assuming) of unknown age wearing skinny jeans or tight pants, tan in color, and she has brown hair down to about her shoulder blades and a light colored top. I called out for her to come back but she was already ducking into another hall ahead and to my left. I decide to stay where I am at and shortly after a group of ladies to my right come strolling into this large room which is still dark (though the details have been clear since the big holographic screen animation, though never as vibrant as the scene with the sunlight on the flowers). I think the ladies were residue from the Incorporated TV show. They were wearing skimpy evening wear, mostly little black dresses but also a red dress or two. Dream fades to me in bed.

Can't read my own handwriting

Bed @ 2310
Woke @ 0520

Fixing an old injury
I'm in a long, narrow room in an old house. A doctor is preparing to do surgery on a man's arm, trying to fix an old wound that was never properly dealt with. He takes a pair of X-rays of the man's arm: one from the top and one from the bottom. The X-ray from the top looks normal, but the one from the bottom shows a long, slightly wavy, finger-width groove running the length of the bone. He explains to the family that he's going to have to fill this groove.

Lucid introspection
I'm with my wife. We're in a wide stairway / hallway area in some kind of weird multi-tenant house (maybe a bed and breakfast). I know this is a dream (though my awareness is extremely low). I want to get into a bathroom (I have a reason in the dream, but I don't remember it). In front of us, on the wall to my left, is a large plate-glass window. Looking through it, I can see a bathroom. A young woman is in there, doing something, but I'm not concerned since this is just a dream. Now my wife and I are in the bathroom, and the young woman* leaves without a word. * The bathroom is fairly wide and very long. The long wall across from the window is completely covered by a mirror. Running the length of the mirror is a shallow counter, maybe a foot deep, which is covered in a variety of small things (toiletries?) from one end to the other. I take a closer look at some of the stuff in front of me, then turn right and walk through a doorway into a very large bedroom. Carpet is on the floor, a king size bed is off to our left, and there's a small dresser and a door on the right-hand wall, but otherwise the room is empty. * I mentally run down my lucid 'progress', thinking that my daytime practice is doing pretty well, and my dream recall is generally OK, but that the only thing left is the frequency of my lucids, which is much better than it's ever been but still has a great deal of room for improvement. Of course, since lucid frequency is the only thing that really matters, it's not saying a lot to say that it's "the only thing left."

BTB @ 0530 (took a while to get to sleep)
Woke around 0700

Steam controller fiddling
I'm sitting at a dining room table, working at a computer, fiddling with my Steam controller. Some of my kids are standing around behind me, watching me. Ever since I got the controller they've been fascinated by it. Now I'm going down the steps in the house (dream-me thinks I'd been upstairs in my office and I'm coming back down), and I'm thinking about Steam's streaming. Would it be better to have the controller's receiver plugged into the computer receiving the stream, or would it be better to have the controller plugged into the computer sending the stream? After all, if the receiver is being controlled, then there might be input lag; but if the signal is strong enough to make it all the way upstairs, then even if I get video lag I won't have to fight with input lag as well.


Fragment: I'm outside, somewhere grassy, with a group of young adults from church.

Points: 15.5

My recall isn't at its full strength so I'll just write what I remember. Oh and I moved like a month ago so the layout will be described differently from now on.

(Non lucid to lucid)
-I was in a forest that resembled a Naruto setting. As I walked in the direction of the path on the ground I took note of a character that resembled Kiba. Than a black dog came from behind and began telling me that a boar had ingested a fly that turned him to a demon. I became lucid than went with the dog to a secure spot and began petting him after I asked if I could. He reminded me of my deceased dog Max and it was really nice to have the same feeling I had when Max was alive.

(Semi Lucid)
-My mom was next to me in my room and than Dawn brought me to my bed where he combed my hair and cut off a braid from one out of two small pony tails I had on top of my head.

(Non lucid)
-I was with my brother and his friends and took note of twin girls that had light green hair. I remember complimenting them.

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