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no lucid dreams... yet, just more loud pops and bangs (in my head why?) and those strange glowing white outlines of my room... weird or wot?

Kat (my kitty) keeps coming and lying on me too, like cats do when they sense you're worried about something? her purring making the whole bed vibrate at times (maybe she wants to lucid dream too hehe)

and that's basically it... ho hum

it's so boring when nothing ever happens?

and then it scares the poo out of ya when it does??

oh pleeease let tonite be the nite! hehehe

I was in my current home, mostly correctly rebuild in my dream as well. One of the most notable differences was the fact my apartment was on the wrong side of the house. In the beginning my wife and my best friend were there, we were in the staircase I think. We talked about something I guess but I don't remember well.
The point from which I remember the dream well was when I was lying on my bed, looking at the screen of my PC across the room. It suddenly had a blue screen and then a really weird boot screen, like it would be possible and even reasonable for a boot screen to look like that, but I know none that actually does.
I kind of had a sync of the blue screen on my smartphone too, there I saw something that didn't fit in there. Oddly enough I can't seem to chronologically order these events correctly either.
Also I suddenly had a perfect copy of my smartphone, on in each hand. I swiped in my complicated unlock pattern, but I didn't copy it correctly, rather I mirrored it. Both phones unlocked.

At this point I had a smile as the fact I was dreaming had undeniably dawned on me. A nose-pinch RC confirmed that.
I didn't pay any attention to the fact I was apparently only wearing underwear and went outside (that whole getting lucid in a dream and going outside thing seems to become a thing in my dreams nowadays), it snowed and it was pretty cold. I, walking around with hardly any clothes, felt that cold in a somewhat realistic, however not unpleasant manner. After some time I got used to it and didn't really feel any cold anymore either.
I spent most of the time walking around my neighborhood, which also was mostly correctly, all the while looking at my hands and turning them into lizard type hands, scales and stuff. It worked out pretty well too. The last thing I remember that sometime in between I shouted something out into the dream which seemed to help stabilize it.

Eventually I woke up, or rather I had a false awakening. It seemed like I was in the same home that this dream had build, or mostly similar anyway, and my wife was beside me too.
I shouted the same thing and startled her, and stupidly didn't realize I was still dreaming. Had I realized it I probably could've gone on a bit, but alas I woke up shortly after.

3.16.16

Day shifts this week.

I woke up and retold myself a dream to remember it later. But now I don't remember it. Too bad, it was pretty good.

DR later on:
Something about festival, or award ceremony. They are calling names of artists that were chosen to sing and they are all happy about it. I get a preview of a british boy's choir singing. This is so detailed and clear. I watch from only 5 feet away how these kids sing. I hear and understand the words and I notice how different they sing as individuals.

1. Me, Patrick, and Treon were all at a girl's party at her house. The girls house was out at the edge of a rural neighborhood, and everything past her house was a large area that looked as though it had just been deforested. There was nothing but dirt beyond her house. It was late at night, and I remembered I had to be home at 9 pm because it was a weekday. Treon has to go home as well so we both leave the house and go outside. I pull my phone out of my pocket and turn it on. The time reads, 12:30 AM. "Fuck" I think to myself, "I'm gonna be in a bit of trouble". Pat comes out behind us seconds later. "Dude Cory, drive my truck to drop Treon off and then take it back to my house" he says. "Aright I gotchu bro" I tell pat. He then hands me his keys. Me and Treon make our way over to his truck which is parked to the left of my car. As we get closer to it, I realize that this isn't the truck Pat usually drives. It looked like a white Ram 2500 that was brand new. I was now semi lucid.
We get into the truck and I drive out of the girl's rural neighborhood. It took a good 15 minutes to get back to our neighborhood. As I turned onto Treon's street I realized, "How the hell am I going to get my car back home if I left it at the chicks house?" A little stress came onto me. I was already late, I didn't have time for this, and I didn't have time to drive back. I pull up to Treon's driveway and drop him off. I decide not to worry about my car for now; I can pick it up in the morning. I drive home and walk into my house and immediately shut off the alarm. I go upstairs and into my restroom to take a piss. Before doing so I look at the time once more. It's now 1:00 AM. "Holy fuck I need to get to sleep. I have to be up at 7:30" I said out loud. I didn't realize it completely at the time, but my restroom was now alot different. In the far end of the restroom opposite of the door, there was a huge clear bathtub that was already filled with water. The entire wall behind the bathtub was made of windows that had no blinds, so everyone could see me, but at the time that didn't bother me.
I walked over to the huge clear bathtub, and because there was no toilet in here, I came to the conclusion that this clear bathtub was basically a huge toilet.I unzipped my pants and started to take a piss. My God, it was so relaxing taking that piss. I looked out the huge windows with no blinds in front of me and looked at the sky. The sun was starting to rise and I could see huge white, pink, and blue clouds out in the distance. "What in the fuck" I say out loud. I zip up my pants and notice all of the water in the clear bathtub rippling with waves moving across it. I pull out my phone once more. 12:00 PM. "Holy fucking shit I am late. Dads gonna be pissed." I go to my room and quickly put on some fresh clothes and I then walk downstairs. The entire downstairs smells as though my dad had just finished making and eating breakfast. "You're late" my mom says. "She should be at work right now" I think to myself. Semi-lucidity comes to me once more.

2. Me and Patrick were in school, but it wasn't our normal school. We were walking to the front office, but I don't know why. This school seemed huge; the hallways were massive. After a few minutes of walking, we eventually made it to the front office. We opened glass door with steel framing and walked inside and sat down in what seemed to be a waiting area. "Come with me guys" one of our lady assistant principals told us. I recognized her, she actually was an AP at our school IWL. She was about 5'4, had blonde hair, and was relatively petite. We walked all the way across the school it seemed and walked out to the bus ramp. A bus was waiting out there for us. She got on the bus and we followed. Part of the squad was inside the bus already: Treon, Alex, Dylan, Trey, Wade, Bryce, and Joseph. We sat down and the bus driver started driving.
We all talked for a while and I remember it suddenly becoming nighttime. We were driving in a heavily forested neighborhood. There were no lights in this neighborhood besides the lights coming from inside the houses. At one point we all got quiet and observed the area we were driving through. The bus slowed down and made a left turn onto an almost pitch black street. Right after the bus driver made the turn, he stopped the bus. I looked back at the squad as I was sitting up front and we all looked at each other with a puzzling look. I look back to ask the bus driver what were doing here and he's gone as well as the Lady AP that brought me and Pat here. It was just the squad on the bus now.
We opened the bus doors and got off of the bus and looked around. Not far ahead of us down the street there was a one story house. The front yard of this house was rather messy, and the house itself looked unkempt. Suddenly we all heard a scream come from the front of the house. I looked at the front door of the house and saw a crazy looking old man with curly hair standing in the doorway. I could see behind him that he had the lights on in his house. We all froze at the sound of the scream. "What the fuck" Trey said quietly as he broke the silence. We all got back on the bus and starting making a plan should this crazy person come after us. Trey pulled a knife out of his pocket. I opened my small blue backpack and found two knives in it. One was my Swiss army knife, and the other was an off brand army knife. I took the Swiss one and left the other knife in the bag, not thinking to give it to one of the other squad members(no idea why I didn't think to give one of them it lol).
Everyone started to get off of the bus once more. I looked down at my feet and realized that I had forgotten to put on shoes. I "remembered" that I had just bought some new vans, so I started putting them on. "Wait for me guys, I have to put my shoes on first" I told them. They kept on going(Wow lmao). I noticed that the vans I was putting on were tan colored with purple and pink accents. Pat stopped for a second, "Dude, are those girl shoes?" he asked. "God I hope not" I thought to myself before telling Pat "Nah man I think they're actually unisex." I looked at the inside of the tongue of the shoe and saw that it was indeed a women's shoe. "Why the fuck do I have these" I thought to myself with frustration.
Suddenly I was inside of my own house, and it was still nighttime. I was just chilling in my room when, out of no where, the house alarm starts going off at an insanely loud volume. "What the fuck" I said out loud. My sister ran out from her room wondering what was going on, I could tell she was in a panic state. "Intruder alert. The security system has been breached" A voice all around the house echoed. I'm assuming the voice was a part of the security program we had in place. It sounded very high tech and futuristic. I then realize that I need to hide, and fast. I tell my sister to hide somewhere and then I close my door. I start making my bed quickly to make the intruder think no one was in my room once he/she comes in. After making my bed, I planned to turn of the lights and hide under it. Just as I finish making my bed, even though it looks horribly messy, the door to my room opens.
It was my dad. "Son, meet me in the livingroom" he says in a really loud voice. He then whispers, "Don't really meet me there. I'm tricking the intruder. Mix some of your school supplies together; we are going to poison whoever this burglar is." I look in my drawers and surprisingly find some school supplies, but not the kind I expected. I found a bottle of pink sparkly glitter and pink glue(I don't actually own that stuff, or anything pink for that matter lmfao). I start mixing them together. My dad comes back into my room and closes the door behind him. "Wait a second, you have a gun. Why don't you just shoot him?" I ask. "It would end all of the burglars work in seconds" I continue telling him. He gives me a puzzled look as though he doesn't understand(my dad never seems to have his gun in dreams like this).
I remember my mom not being home and all of the lights in the house were off except for one lamp downstairs and me and my sisters room lights.

Hmm. Just noticed it's been two weeks since I last posted a full log. I suppose I got a few I'm willing to share...

Spoiler for Log 318 - Air Raider and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Sunday 13 March 2016

Could note one dream before the first awakening, and a number of smaller dreams during a loop of sleep and wakings afterwards. Much details were forgotten for all of these, particularly how they started. There was also scraps of a later dream, where I was in some apartment discussing previous dreams with my brother, Marco, and the many powers and abilities I've displayed distinctly between lucid and non-lucid dreams. He found it humorous, much to my embarrassment. I'm also kinda sure of something about eating my nephew's leftover food (not an uncommon occurrence in waking reality).

Dream 1 - Air Raider

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was a passenger inside a large vehicle (a full-sized van, I think?), travelling through an urban environment under a grey sky. A few familiar figures there with me, of whom I could identify Yana, mom, and dad.

Seemed to think we were going to a beach. We had to stop early, for Yana apparently had stomach troubles, and couldn't hold it in. There was a discussion on the nasty matter, but I'd rather leave it unsaid. Anyway, we parked at an inclined street. The shops around us were all sealed with roll-up doors, so we went along downhill. Yana rushed off ahead, and I tried to keep up with her, but couldn't. Meanwhile, my parents lingered behind. Figured out I could fly. I used this to hover quickly down the sidewalk, yet I still could not catch up to my sister. What's more, I lost track of where I was.

I landed and paced around nervously. In time, I noticed someone was stalking closely behind me, a tanned skinned, shaved haired guy, about in his mid-twenties, and wearing a baggy blue shirt. He was obviously up to something. Indeed, as he passed me by, he snapped his hand towards the right pocket of my navy blue shorts, right where I kept my wallet. I reactively shoved my own hand there to interpose. In turn, the thug tried wresting my wallet out of my grip, grasping my free arm from behind as we struggled.

It was then that I realized I had other powers, namely control over electricity and air. And so, after barely grabbing hold of his chest with my left hand, I tensed my fingers, from which invisible currents surged into the thug. He backs off, and tried walking away all unassuming like. But I was flaring with unreasonable hate. "He needed to die", I thought.

I motioned my hands around towards him, as if handling an unseen basketball. Just then, a transparent yet visible gust circled around his head in a vacuum. The thug dropped on his knees, gasping for breath. It took only seconds for him to fall lifeless. I looked down on his corpse for a moment, glaring at him with bitter contempt, before I walked off.

My view discorporates for a moment, following a path into an unknown home. This place was well decorated, a possible indication of high society. Lounging around on a sofa were a formally dressed couple, both late middle aged and with light skin and dark hair. The two were speaking in Spanish, complaining of some matter, something about their son's antics.

Soon, another pair of figures walk into the area, neither seeming of reputable origins. One was a wiry twenty-something year old guy, very energetic and twitchy, and with a disturbed look in his always widened and dilated eyes. Don't remember much of the other guy, save that he was subordinate to his shorter, skinnier fellow.

I then manifest at the home's entrance, where I had been given the form of a big obese guy, black hair long and unkempt, and his clothes very baggy. The supposed son, I presumed. Moreover, I felt completely drenched, as if I've been swimming recently.

Well, "I" go to the living room, where I sat down on a cushioned bar stool that should have by all means collapsed under this form's weight. Nearby were the parents, both averting their eyes in disappointment. They start making indirect passive-aggressive remarks about "me", mainly sour advice. But I ignored them, minding instead all the powers I've exhibited beforehand.

After that, I cross through a hallway towards "my" room. This place was a dump, with much clothes, beddings, and shoes scattered all throughout, and a heavy stench of tobacco masking various other unpleasant odors. To my surprise, I found the skinny guy and his partner were waiting there, the former sitting on a wide bed in the middle, and the latter standing somewhere to the left. I knew they weren't there for pleasantries. Some unresolved money problems, perhaps?

As expected, the madman dashes right towards me. He almost caught up, until I reflexively conjured a vortex around his head, all while backpedalling. And yet, his resolve allowed him to push towards me through most of the hallway, and he would have reached me if he didn't succumb in the last second. The skinny guy stumbles around wildly, crashing, flailing, and slamming against the walls before falling over breathless.

Just then, his goon interrupts my attack with a body check. I respond quickly by grabbing at, and blasting a spinning blast of wind, in his face, leaving him reeling from dizziness until he fell over backwards. Afterwards, I refocus the vacuum on my first target, where I finally suffocate him before he had the chance to recover.

I don't remember anything else until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Inconveniently Short Duration Awareness

The visuals were very blurred. I was in a convenience store, supposedly employed there. Working the register, which was in the middle, for some reason, was my uncle, Timothy.

Don't remember much, besides wandering the aisles for a bit. At one point, I somehow found out I was dreaming. But as I wondered what to do next, the environment warped. There were a few non-lucid scenes afterwards, but I don't know anything else.

Spoiler for Log 319 - Baseball Riot, Knights, and Boss Fight at the Motel and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Monday 14 March 2016

I could remember two dreams today, one before the first known awakening, and one afterwards. Both were fairly involved, though I don't remember as much details as I should by this point.

Dream 1 - Regrettably Familiar Thieves

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was at home, going all around doing who knows what. Throughout my time there, I regularly encountered a tall, skinny old lady, someone I thought was familiar to me, though I had no idea who she was.

Most initial things are a blur at the moment. I know I go to the backyard, and end up speaking with an acquaintance.

At one point, I catch someone going through some of mom's antiques in the lounge downstairs, just a few cups and vases within a fancy cupboard. This person turned out to be Shaneil, a kid I haven't seen since way back in third grade, now an adult. I knew he was trying to steal these items, and so I confronted him, forcing him to run away empty handed.

I followed him out there, where I found another known figure, though his name evades me at the moment; I just remember him as the Dizzy player in Guilty Gear XX that kept beating me in casuals and tournaments. It seems the two were in on this heist. This both infuriated and pained me, as neither seemed the type to betray an acquaintance, especially for petty gains. A big argument ensued, where at least one spoke of growing up in low standing, and as such had to do whatever it took to make a living. I brushed that off, and I likewise told them I'd call the cops. The two retreated afterwards.

Back inside, I lamented such trouble arriving in my peaceful community, especially since the two were supposedly my neighbors. I looked to the cupboard again, where I noticed an empty spot among the antiques. "The blue and white vase", I thought, "it's gone! Mom's not gonna like this..."

I'm not too sure what else happened. I may have called the cops, and interacted with actual family members, but I can't be certain. Don't know what else occurred until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Baseball Riot, Knights, and Boss Fight at the Motel

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in the balcony-hallway of a wide, two storied building, a motel, I presumed, a canopy shielding me from a dusk rain. Two other figures were with me, though I didn't distinguish anyone yet.

I soon head to a room in a far edge of the building. At the entrance and in a distant corner were terminals, some electronic booking service machines, apparently. My companions hurried inside, where I distinguished the two as Beavis and Butt-Head, cartoony appearance and all. Both found mundane things to joke about or be amazed at, snickering on as they always would. Meanwhile, I figured we hadn't much funds to spend, and so declined buying a stay here. Figured if worse comes to worse, we have a vehicle to sleep in, though the cold air I'd just noticed did concern me a bit.

And so, we headed back out. While going through the hallway, we somehow pass through a small stadium, a baseball field played by non-professional teams below, and a sizeable crowd filling the bleachers. It was a clear night by then, good lighting providing clear vision. A ball gets hit nearby us. Beavis then picks it up, haphazardly tosses it, and accidentally beans someone in the head. Butt-Head, greatly amused, finds another ball, and wilfully pelts someone with it from behind. This enrages the target, who throws it back, but unwittingly hits another bystander. Cue a chain reaction that results in a disastrous riot. The idiot teens just chuckle away at this frenzy. I, on the other hand, decide to ditch the two and their antics.

Now, I was back in the motel balcony, where it's somehow become dusk again. Moreover, I had somehow changed to Bobby Hill from King of the Hill. I soon encounter his father, Hank Hill, who confronts me on hanging out with "those two troublemakers". Couldn't deny being way in over my head in that regard.

Things get unclear for a moment. I eventually return to my own form while heading downstairs. It was the dead of night again, and storming heavily, to boot. As I crossed through a lot, I encountered a sizeable and impressive group hurrying through, all men in metal plate armor concealed by cloaks. One of them stops to speak with me, whom was clearly Theoden from Lord of the Rings. He warns me of certain dangers lurking around, though I can't remember what that was. The armored king then runs off with the rest of his men.

From there, I start walking to another lot around the building to get to my vehicle. But the rain and winds got much too strong, keeping me in check. It seemed too dangerous to go on, so I hurry back to the motel, all the way across to that corner room upstairs.

As I began settling my belongings (which I suddenly had), the far terminal starts acting very strangely, making a lot of noises and flashing many-colored lights. Just then, some menacing song plays in the background, a video game boss theme music (The Return from Gradius 2, I think). The machine immediately fires laser blasts and glowing energy spheres all throughout the space. In reaction, I super-jump out of the room, the place lacking a ceiling, unusually enough. Anyway, I leap back in and out, repeating this maneuver as I await an opening. Now, I'm pretty sure I eventually overcome it with a few strikes, not entirely. Whatever the case, the machine remained intact, but was no longer hostile.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended.

Spoiler for Log 320 - Brother's Admirer and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Tuesday 15 March 2016

Could remember two dreams today, and even then, not too much. There was also scraps before the first awakening, from which I was searching for something in a dark cavern. This setting reminded me of Mortal Kombat for some reason, leading to a very vivid daydream on the matter shortly afterwards until I snap back to reality. After that, I think I remember something of playing music on a keyboard. There was also some dream where I apparently made a Youtube Poop video, its contents containing the usual CDI audio clips mixed with another cartoon I can't recall. I remember reading comments with mixed opinions, either praise or derision on my use of "Spadinner" material.

Dream 1 - Brother's Admirer

The visuals were slightly dim but otherwise pretty clear. I was sitting down by one of many white clothed tables in a widened room, the floor of laminated wood. Given the quantity of people around, and how well dressed they all were, I assumed this was some sort of fancy party.

Didn't really do much at first, just observing as everyone else were enjoying themselves. At one point, I notice my brother, Marco, nearby. He was in a casual conversation with an unknown person, a petite, light skinned and dark haired woman in her early twenties or so. She seemed especially fond of him, too fond, if you ask me. Every word from him drew the girl closer and closer. Much to both my brother's and my own surprise, she knocks him down to the floor in a not so subtle embrace, and begins kissing him passionately. I had very mixed feelings on all of this, a combination of jealousy, intrigue, disgust, and even allurement. Couldn't help but stare for a while. Not sure who it was, but either I, or the two of them, walk off afterwards.

Eventually, I encounter mom, who also witnessed the whole thing. She teased on the matter in supportiveness of Marco, much to my dismay.

Really don't remember what else happened, save for wandering around for a bit. I can't say how the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Interesting Trashy Pop Video

The visuals were dim and blurred. This took place in a mostly darkened area, save for spotlights shining on an unknown group of men and women. Given some kind of trashy pop song was playing in the background, this was presumably a music video. I was not present, but could acknowledge my thoughts.

Eventually, the viewpoint closes up on some light skinned, light haired woman, striped straw in hand, her hair and attire styled in some punk-ish fashion. She lowers the straw to a plane below her, where it's suddenly revealed that she was far larger than the other people, easily twenty times their size. The others begin scurrying around in panic, whereas the giant singer sucks up one of the men through the tube. She sloshed him around in her mouth for a while before swallowing him whole. Given her own shocked reaction, and that of the rest of the group, gulping him down was clearly not intended.

Things get hazy from here. I know the giantess toys around with the others for a while, though far more gently. I don't know what else happened until the dream ended.

Had two dreams but forgotten them through the day...

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

My dogs are barking furiously outside, I'm having a hard time falling asleep...
Then a loud humming sound makes everything shake like an earthquake. And a white light shines through my blinders. I feel dizzy and confused. I go to my window and try to see where this light and sound come from, through the spaces in the blinders. I see a pair of beady red eyes piercing me. I jump back with fear. Then I realize the blinders are half open and the creature moves to the side of the window that is now exposed. It is greenish, with a big deformed head and those really scary red eyes. I pull the curtains and move on to another room. I convince myself that I am safe, he cannot enter the house.
I wake up in the morning and go outside to look for footprints under my window, just to confirm my vision was real. But I see no marks. Instead, I find all my clothes I left hanging to dry overnight, all over my garden and a lot of chaos in general, like a storm hit the place.
Then I really wake up in RL.

15/3/16:
Fragment: Something about a party chamber

Dream 1: I was lifting up this super heavy obsidian man-cover thing by looping a chain over a pulley and hauling on it to raise it up.

Dream 2: I was wandering the streets near a train station with someone from school. We were just walking around but then we heard police sirens and thought they might have been coming after us so we started running away.

Dream 3: I was voting and campaigning for Bernie Sanders. I was travelling in a car with a few other people and we stopped off at a petrol station and headed inside. There was a tv in there playing some political story, so I started talking about Bernie to the people in the station and tried to convince them to vote for him.

Dream 4: I was with a few other people and we were all eating really weird food. I had a burrito that was filled with these large grey maggot like things that were still alive and squirming. It was very hard to get it down but I think I managed.

6-22-2015

First, I was with a group of people in a sort of class. The class assignment was to play cards, either Yu-gi-oh or Magic. Our instructor gave us a quick explanation of how to play each game. With the game, we had partners. My partner, a girl I think, wanted to play Yugioh. At first I did too. However, I changed my mind and began looking through some Magic cards. After debating between the two our instructor explained that Yugioh was easier than Magic, and since this was a class and our grade was based on winning games with our partner I settled on Yugioh.
Next, I was on a field trip traveling in a bus. We were in Colorado. I was sitting next to a beautiful girl. She was tall, skinny, with long brown straight hair, and was lively and excited. She must have been to Colorado before because she knew or recognized several locations we drove past. Soon I remembered seeing the sights from a vantage point above the ground; we must have been flying. In our bus that was capable of flying and driving we could see a art installation. It was made of rocks that were stood up, much like Stonehenge though noticeably smaller. At the center of the installation was a sphere, rainbow in color, just like the loading icon on a Mac. This ball of color was suspended in the air with nothing holding it up. As we drove along (or rather flew) we passed a gigantic tree reminiscent of the Redwoods of California. It was standing alone in an open field and as we passed it the brown haired beauty beside me said she knew the tree, apparently from past experiences here in California. The tree itself had a spiral staircase seemingly made of its own material. The staircase, however, started about 1/3 of the way up the tree so a leisurely climb to its peak was impossible. Food was on the agenda and the place chosen was well known (at least to the girl). Inside the restaurant it was cozy but cramped. Now I wanted to get to know the girl. I asked her what she was getting. She said some tacos, which I remember were the first on the menu. The menu only had about four main entrees; the rest seemed to be individual items. I remember, wanting to buy just several small items but unfortunately for me I didn’t know what much of the food actually was. I remember feeling closer to the girl here. We had left the bus before everyone else and so we were alone. We must have talked, though I can’t say about what.

I'm on the road in front of my house, but it looks different; there's a old tree without any leaves with its branches sweeping low over the road like crochety hands. I climb up along one until I reach the level right about the powers lines and jump into a fly. I loose control and go head over heels, landing in a heap in the middle of a grand library.
It's beautiful. The shelves are carved like gentles waves, and the room is two floors high with a balcony running all around it. The room is lit by gaslights of copper and gold with frosted glass covering the flames, the warm almost buttery light gleaming of the polished wood of the shelves and floors. The glimpses of wall I can see are covered with dark green silk, matching the couch and armchairs placed around. At the far side of the library is a big fireplace, currently lit. The room smells sweet, of old books and beewax. There's an open door on a side, with moonlight peaking in.
I walk to it and step into a covered terrace, all old stones. It opens into a very carefully lanscaped garden under a very bright, very big full moon. At the center of it there's a table dressed and ready, with crystal glasses, vermeil cutlery and candelabra. There are people already seated, dressed in finery of all period and fashion, having hushed conversations and eyeing the rest of the small crownd. I don't feel like joining them but come closer to the table to admire the carving on the cutlery. The guests whisper amoung themselves, making a point of not looking at me. I'm a little annoyed and start to walk around the table to go to the other side of the terrace, so I can access the garden. As I'm going I catch a glimpse of blond hair and turn my head; the silvery man is here, very smartly dressed, his hair brushed to fall on one of his shoulder while letting the line of his jaw free of distraction on the other side. It's slighty distracting, and he knows it. Noticing my presence, he change his course and come to me, easily taking my arm and pulling me to the end of the terrace, inside a small, narrow alley I didn't see earlier. There's ivy on the wall, up to a small alvove with what seem to be an old pedestal on the ground. He pulls me in, leaning against the wall with a impish smile. I cross my arms in front of me, too amused to be annoyed... and wake up.

I had a dream I had my own house and a buddy of mine was visiting. Somebody knocked on my door, my buddy answers the door, its a guy I talked to like 3 years ago. Anyways he gets really jealous and demands an explanation. I wake up.

This was one of my most wonderful lucids ever!

Slept 23:30-04:40, WBTB up to 05:00, headphones with white noise on + freestyle SSILD (LSILD).
I relax for over an hour with free-style SSILD, changed position and at some point I realize I am in bed listening to my white noise, but a moment ago I was dreaming (I have forgotten it by now). So, I know a dream is very close and I simply pay attention. A few seconds later I see my hands holding a book. I know they are the dream ones and try to move them. I feel the familiar bilocation sensation and I transition to the dream, palpating my body and increasing clarity. My feet are somewhat strange and I walk in the room still feeling my head on my pillow. This feeling gradually brings me back to bed. I remain still and wait for the dream to start again. A few seconds later I feel the bilocation again, imagine and feel the movement, and in a moment I am in the dream again. Its semi-dark and I am in an old home. I try to jump and I easily float. Then I tell myself that I will go to an amazing place and I immediately feel a strong pull, dragging me backwards at increasing speed! I am dragged and fly through various locations very quickly (clarity increases at this point and everything is crisp clear now) and in an instant I turn around and I fly straight - through an arch and over old fashioned, almost historical buildings.

I easily fly and navigate over the tops and on the horizon there is a huge tree. Its bright light by now and I fly towards the huge tree.

Its top is flat with branches extending horizontally to all directions and on the plateau there are very small buildings - like ancient churches or something. I fly around the branches amazed by the beauty and the vividness of the scene. Its as good as it can get! I feel I’ve been to this tree before. Then I see a lake with people bathing nearby. I fly towards them, they are afraid and run aside, but I just fly over them and continue to land nearby at an opening. I then remember to do a ToTM. I think of the Fly over the ocean. I look arround to see the ocean but I can’t. Its getting dark again and I am in the country side, buildings are far away at the horizon, but no ocean. I float up and I see that behind the buildings, there is the ocean. I start flying towards it but have some difficulty reaching it - I am not traveling that fast. At some point I reach the sea and I am flying at low height above the see. The see is shallow and there are big black and white pebbles visible in the water.

Workers are all over the place with their feet in the water, dressed in black.

Some are working, some are dancing, dome are doing acrobatics. There are also ships and trucks (halve in the water) among the workers. I fly higher and increase speed, and gradually its totally dark. I keep flying and imagine the sunrise. After a while I begin to see a faint blue line in the horizon. I am still over the see and its starting getting bright again. The image starts to get a strange feeling - somewhat extra-real and I can now see the end of the ocean. I reach now at the other side and its like a surreal painting of Salvador Dali (it looks familiar from some painting).

I land there and realize I am on a skate of sorts. I skate between the sculpture-like, surreal things (its like a park with statues and exhibits, but surreal, like a painting). I then get into a home (don’t remember how) and after looking around a bit and wondering what else to do, I remembered the fire-ice bonus task. I put my hands together palm-to palm and imagine fire within. Thick, white smoke comes up and I feel hot inside. I open them and there are flames on my palms.

I am a bit afraid, but its not burning, just very hot. I keep walking into the aristocratic house and thing about the ice part, but the dream starts to de-stabilize and I find myself in bed. This was simply amazing!

I had a short dream that inspired me to write something different. In the dream, I'm in bed, I see my father and he shouts "Stop dreaming!" I immediately wake up.

I reflected on that a while, trying to work through the dissonance. It came out like this. I suppose it's a sort of poem. I want to call it satire.

"Mores"

Y'know, tobacco used to be good for you. George Washington was a tobacco farmer and owned slaves. He was good, wasn't he? Colonialism used to be good. Coca-Cola was good for you too. But Socialism was bad. I remember those days, back when the rebels in Afghanistan were good.

Jazz was bad. And then rock-and-roll was bad. And then hip-hop was bad. Now it's all good and you can listen to it on your cell phone. Remember when people wanted their cell phones to be smaller instead of larger? It wasn't so long ago that eating fat was bad. Being skinny has been good and bad. I'm not sure which it is lately; you have to keep buying the magazines to know.

Did you know that, of all things, crossword puzzles used to be bad? Then comic books where bad, until they started turning them into TV shows, movies, and video games. Now they're good. But does anyone read the comic books, or do they just like the movies? They certainly make more money that way.

I remember when the Internet was bad. It seems that it's good now, except for the bad parts. I'm not really sure what it is. All I know is that it's a monthly bill I pay. But they're trying to make it free, so maybe it will go back to being bad.

At least God is good all the time. Though that sentiment is less and less popular. Religion isn't such a good business these days.

I don't know if I trust God, but I trust Lenny Bruce and I recall him saying that there is good and bad. Lenny was most certainly bad and that's what made him good.

1) I was onboard a ship and it was going down, water swiiling around the floor. I was in a stairwell with a man who was lying on the ceiling and he told me that he was going to go down with the ship, I told him that I didn't want to drown and was going to find an escape. Then I was with my wife walking through a sliding door into the boat and past a check in desk, we walked a bit further and were told that there was no door or check in desk where we were. We retraced our steps into an old lounge and we found an old sealed up door and realised that we had travelled through time. We were in this big lounge looking at people sitting on sofas, then saw that there was a lot of workmen doing things and realised that it was a re-fit between voyages. I watched a man repairing telephones, then he drilled hole through a book for some reason, and I watched him clean out his drill bit. There was a large fire and my wife had laid it up, for some reason I was a bit irritated at how she had used the wood, becasue I knew there was none left. I lit the fire. For some reason I then saw a magazine in the fire that I wanted and pulled it out. My father was watching and he asked me what I was doing so I explained to him.

2) This part of the dream feels as if it occurred at some point during the previous dream as a side story. I had won a competition to fly to the moon. I was with an Apollo mission, every one was very nice and matter of fact. They suited me up, which I loved, and handed me the oxygen supply unit, then we were on the moon and I walked around in my spacesuit. When I was back in the dream above I was thinking that no-one there knew that I was one of the few people to have ever walked on the moon, I was so proud.

3) I had to get straight out of bed when I woke in the morning and totally forgot all of a another big dream, it won't come back to me now.

Weirdo
I'm walking somewhere, I think around a train station. I'm together with my girlfriend. Next to us is a white guy. From the opposite direction a bald white guy is approaching. About my height, but much more muscled. As he walks by he strokes my girlfriend's chin. We are both surprised by what he does. I run after him and do the same to him. He punches me, though not that hard. I run back to my girlfriend. Maybe that'll get him to think about his actions. We were talking to the white guy that is walking next to us. I think it was about our future plans. At the end of the dream we're near a bus stop.

Subway
I'm riding a subway together with my cousin. It doesn't feel very familar, as if we're riding a subway in a different city. I'm not too confident about the route, so I look at the map quite a bit. We have to transit somewhere. Because I'm not familiar I consider going all the way to the end point and transferring there, which is relatively easy. There's a white guy who is riding the subway without having paid. The conductor caught him and to get out of it he has to go to the front to do the dishes. When the conductor gets back he accuses him of not having done the dishes. I tell the conductor that he did. I heard the water running. The conductor continues for a while and I tell him to just go check if he did the dishes before he hands out a fine. I decide to transfer at this station, so I say bye to the guy and wish him good luck.

My cousin and I are at the top of the stairs when he starts feeling around his pockets. He thinks he forgot his bankcard. For some reason I picture a very specific bank. He goes back into the subway and the guy we were talking to throws him his wallet. My cousin makes a joke about not having taken anything from his wallet. My cousin can't exit in time anymore, the doors close.