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26/4/16
Recall is... :/
Fragment: Talking about turning a guy into fibreglass.

I am in the bathroom of a small apartment looking into the mirror. My reflection is nearly a perfect recreation of my face in real life. However, my eyes have bigger pupils and silver/gray irises that have a slight glow. I realize that this can't be real, and I become lucid. I turn and make my way to the interior of the apartment. I enter a small corridor area which is the kitchen. Sunlight comes in through the windows in front of me. I make a right and continue down the narrow kitchen and turn left to head out the back door into a two story alley way outside. I end up on the orange awnings on either side of the alley way, making their way up each level to the roof. I reason that I may collapse the dream by entering a portal at this time, and decide to climb as I am having a bit restricted from flying. I begin climbing the awnings. I begin thinking about dream control, and some of the DV audio and posts. I feel the incredibly detailed ribbed texture of the awnings in order to stabilize the dream a bit more. I make my way to the roof level, climb up and look left. A brilliant white light begins small in the center of my vision and grows quickly. The void comes at this point and I decide that I'm going to do a zazen meditation as this state seems to resonate most with the voids I experience. I hold this state of conscentration for ~30-40 secons, then I wake up.

I'm in a jail yard at night by some guards on the ground. Something begins to feel strange. I become lucid, and levitate upward ~50-60 feet and look down at the guards and to the right to see the two story concrete prison. The scene takes place in the middle of the night, and roughly a dozen guards are spread throughout the fenced-in entrace area. Concrete stairs lead up to the first floor of the prison. Protrusions of concrete surround the windows to each of the high windows. I think back to my induction technique, and decide to float back down to the ground. I tell the guards the won't be able to continue approaching me. I turn around and head toward the massive two story gate made out of chain link. As I approach the massive gate the dream becomes unstable, and I quickly wake up.

I am using paint to write words on the neighbor's car. This is the neighbor we used to live by before we moved...I am back at our old house. His house is on the left now...in real life it is on the right. I am using white paint to write a paragraph on his dark colored SUV. I don't remember exactly what I was writing, but it included the words "God" and "Devil", and the last three sentences were all the same and were about dying. The neighbor walks out of his house, and casually asks what I'm doing. I tell him it's an art project. He briefly glances at the words, which makes me uncomfortable, because I don't want anyone else to read them. My dad comes out of his house. This really makes me uncomfortable, because I especially don't want him to read what I've written. The neighbor goes over and starts talking to him. I'm afraid that the neighbor is going to tell my dad about his SUV, but my dad just starts talking about something random. My neighbor is distracted when he sees that my dad's been waxing his car improperly, and tried to point it out. My dad keeps on talking, though. Another boy, about my age, is by the SUV. He asks why I don't make the paragraph longer. I say that it's already an entire paragraph, and that the last three sentences imply that the person the paragraph was about died anyway. He agrees.
My clothes are soaking wet. I change. Clothes get wet again. I go into the closet (which has a dark maroon/orange carpet...atmosphere seems like it's in the '70s) to find more clothes. I find a t-shirt with a picture of a Walking Dead character on it. Then I proceed to hug the shirt, but it doesn't feel like I'm hugging the shirt, it feels like I'm hugging the person whose picture is on the shirt...but physically it feels like I'm just hugging and empty shirt, but the person on the shirt must not want a hug, because I keep getting pushed back (...) and my hugs are rejected. Then I put a sweatshirt on, and it has a stupid Gears of War logo on it, and I think (for some reason) this makes me appear like a jackass. And the sweatshirt is really stiff, like it's old and hasn't been worn in a long time. The hood is REALLY stiff, and rises up to the back of my neck and makes me look weird.
Then, I'm in my dad's old bedroom. The sheets are gone from his bed, so it's just a white cover. There might've been white cover-less pillows on the mattress? There is one pack of Swisher Sweets cigars on the bed. I pick it up, and then I see a huge box with the Swisher Sweets logo on it. I had assumed it to be empty, but I check it anyway. It's full of cigars. I take a few packs out of it, and go away before anyone sees me.
Greg Brady (from the '70s show 'The Brady Bunch') has lost or broken something, and his dad, Mike Brady, is making him go get another of whatever he lost or broke.

** Tried to go to sleep at 8 pm, couldn't until 2:00 am because I was watching YouTube**

Ritual: WTB 1am, woke 8:30am after spontaneous DILD.

In the course of an NLD, I was changing clothes in my bedroom when I spontaneously realized I was dreaming. I decided I shouldn't waste any more time fussing with clothes and instead get to work on the next task I had prioritized: the Fairy Circle TOTY. Glancing at myself in the mirror, still partially undressed, I headed outside.

I wondered if the dream would let me pass through the sliding door to the patio without obstruction, but instead I found myself exerting what almost felt like a realistic level of force to open it. Once outside, I didn't want to get bogged down looking for a fairy circle, so I primed my expectations. The fairy circle, it was right over here... I've seen it before. I headed right and found a nice patch of soil like a garden plot. Just as I had "expected," I saw tiny plants like seedlings growing in a distinct circular ring about five feet in diameter. At first I didn't see any mushrooms, so I reminded myself: And there were mushrooms. Looking closer, I now observed a few small mushrooms interspersed among the plants. I also saw a few smooth, bulbous growths that reminded me of the "stone plants" that had fascinated me when I was a kid. I had forgotten those even existed!

Now that the circle was adequately established, I needed to summon fairies. I knelt down and focused on the center of the ring, where the soil was bare. I noticed faint movement in a spot slightly off-center, and then the loose earth began to fall inward, as though a hole were forming beneath it. I continued to concentrate on the summoning, and then an odd formation slowly rose out of the earth until it stood about two feet high. It resembled a candelabra with at least two tiers of arms in all four directions, except instead of candles, it held small figures that I presumed were the fairies. I reached out and grabbed the one from the very top of the arrangement. It was about eight inches tall and stiff like a statuette.

I looked closely at the small figure in my hand. She was dark-skinned with shoulder-length black hair, wearing a crimson dress with a dark green cape on her back. Her hat was the same crimson as her dress, but in form it resembled a Santa hat, with a white fuzzy brim and a white pompom at the end of the conical tip that draped behind her. Attached to the toes of her green shoes were round bells, both silver and green. I thought the overall impression was really cheesy, not at all how I would have preferred to imagine a fairy! There was one more incongruous detail: her face was contorted with an expression of unmistakable anger.

I was tempted to ask her name, but remembered how pointless and distracting this line of questioning can become, so I should get straight to my real question: "What is your secret?"

Her response was both unexpected and chilling: "It is evil." She sounded as furious as she looked.

"What is?" I asked, utterly perplexed.

I can't recall her initial response, but it did not resolve my confusion. I decided to be more specific: "When you said, 'It is evil,' what did you mean by 'it'?"

She said a few more things that I don't recall, and then a line that struck me clearly: "The evil of a controlled substance is the substance."

This was even more confusing. I hardly ever use controlled substances, at least not illegal ones, so I didn't understand how this could be relevant. Moreover, I disagreed with her stated position: in my view, the main evil of a controlled substance is the social strictures that punish people for possessing or using it.

"Why did you bury amphetamines?" the fairy pressed.

What happened next was the clearest case of false memory that I've experienced to date. With what felt like a flash of insight, I suddenly realized the probable reason she was so angry. I "remembered" something about my fairy circle—something that I'm pretty sure had not come up in the dream until the point at which I now "remembered" it, but now seemed to explain everything. I recalled that at one point I had buried a bunch of drugs inside the fairy circle, mostly amphetamines, as part of my preparations for the ritual to lure or summon the fairies. It now occurred to me that this might have caused problems within fairy society, and I felt a twinge of guilt.

I didn't think I would get any more useful information from this fairy, so I put her aside and grabbed another, this time from the side of the candelabra-like arrangement.

This fairy didn't look human at all. It looked like... a turnip? Was that the right vegetable? The white round bulb with a blush of purplish-red at the top? Yes, a turnip. I was reminded of a photograph of a white radish by Edward Weston (1886–1958) that I had seen the day before in WL. This was clearly a turnip, not a radish, but it gave me a similarly vulgar impression. If this was a fairy, it was clearly not from the upper echelon of fairy society. Or could its abject appearance be the result of too many amphetamines?

Well, here goes.

"I have a question." I said, wondering if the turnip-fairy could understand me. "The question I've come to ask is: What is your secret?"

I was still rotating the turnip in my hands as I spoke to it, uncertain which side was the appropriate one to address. How do you talk to something with no face?

I heard a male voice, faint, with the accents of a yokel, like Cletus on The Simpsons. It responded to the question in my mind, not the one I had voiced: "There is a side that says: 'Look at me'."

I realized the turnip must be trying to help me orient it properly, so I turned it until I found a round black label with white block lettering that, sure enough, said "LOOK AT ME." It was hard to make out—I missed it at first—because the label was embedded in a scene featuring the stylized profile of a man in a black cloak.

"It would be a lot easier to see if there was some white space around it," I commented about the label.

The turnip-fairy took my suggestion and the surrounding scene promptly faded, leaving the round black label with its white letters clearly discernible. I reminded the turnip that I had come to ask its secret.

I don't recall its initial answer, but I do remember my skepticism. Whatever he had said had sounded as unconvincing as the response I had gotten from the first fairy, and I assumed that he, too, might be pursuring an agenda that involved concealing the truth.

"I don't think that's your secret." I said doubtfully. "Tell me your real secret."

The tone of his response implied that I was wilfully ignoring the obvious: "Oh come on, we can't tell you that."

Even before his sentence had concluded, I was ejected from the scene and found myself standing in my bathroom. I felt like I had woken up, but wasn't sure. I briefly considered going back outside and attempting to continue the scenario, but realized I should promptly write down what had already happened. I grabbed my notepad from the bedside table, and after a bit of trouble with the pen—which I recognized as another dream sign—I started writing down what had happened. Although I realized I was probably not yet awake, I figured that even while still dreaming it could be useful to write down some initial recollections while they were fresh, and it might help me remember them better when I did wake up.

However, I hadn't gotten more than a few sentences into it when dream-writing began to feel tedious, and I was afraid I would get distracted, fall into an NLD, and lose the memories entirely, so I forced myself awake. But as soon as I grabbed my actual notepad to begin writing in WL, I realized my mistake: merely transitioning to wakefulness had dulled the memories of the dream that had been so crystal clear just before I had woken up. I wrote down everything I could still recall, but unfortunately some details of the conversations were lost.

Non-Lucid Lucid Semi-lucid

24th April 2016
I'm going to try to get back to posting my DJ's at least occasionally. No frills, just raw from my DJ (but with sexual spoilers and color added). Reverse order memory/recall (from end of experience, working backwards for transitions). End: I recite my full name and address with so much ease that I think for a second could I be awake in bed...no, I can still see the store I'm robbing. I do think for a second earlier in this scene, is there any way that because my dream image might look quite a bit like my waking self that someone in the store could report me, thinking along the lines of how Robert Waggoner believes that there may be other people in your dreams but I quickly dismiss that and it's a dream anyway so who would report something done in a dream especially something that causes no harm in the (real) world. Obviously I was getting a little bit off track and my lucidity was being challenged a little bit. Rob store, closing, darkish. So when I first was kind of pulled towards the store after flying outside in the rain at night I see at the store is somewhat dark like they're getting ready to close and I get the idea to see what it feels like to rob the store and I summon a gun and say give me all the money and there are two different cash registers counting money and they start piling the money up on the counter. It's not as fun as I thought it could be but of course I knew it was a dream and the money is meaningless. It went rather slow and boring, they put the money together matter-of-factly and I asked for a bag to put it in and I got one of those plastic grocery bags. I thought about summoning a big canvas bag but lost interest. Prior: Flying outside in the rain!! with 2 ladies. I think about how I hardly ever experienced rain in my lucid dreams and I relish the fact but I wouldn't say that the rain felt super realistic. I definitely got the sound and the visuals very realistically but not so much the water patterning off my skin. Dream pulling me where to fly. Prior: Left 3 story bank building party. Russian lady please choose a lady to come with us… chooses Shirley, Asian somewhat nerdy but cute 30 year old as I was thinking she should choose (mind suggest to her maybe). Russian best dream

Spoiler for sexual content:

bj

ever! When I fly up to the Russian looking lady with dirty blonde hair, but more blonde than not, I look into her beautiful eyes, somewhat blue and probably inspired by the beautiful young lady sitting in front of me last night iwl at the musical. I see she wants my

Spoiler for sexual content:

**** in her mouth and she is very skillful and as she continues I think this is the best BJ I've ever gotten

in Dreamland. I am so infatuated by her that I pull her face up to mine and I kiss her passionately . She has strawberry taste in her mouth probably inspired by the strawberry soap sniffed strongly while washing my hands IWL while repeating my mantra to get Lucid tonight.

Spoiler for sexual content:

Many bj's. Shirley or one of the many others I told to take a bite!..and as I stick it in I thought careful the language I use, brain's interpretation, but I quickly correct calmly and mentally with confidence, she knows to lick and suck. A young lady among many bj's gives some nice licks.

After void and attempting beach and getting some ocean water floating I see myself in a mirror across the bare room as a sexy woman in a white short simple dress. I walk up to the mirror and want to see her/me naked so

Spoiler for sexual content:

I pull up the dress to reveal white panties and then pull the dress all the way off to reveal smaller but perfect perky breasts. I pull off the panties and sit down in front of the mirror and start fingering myself which was mostly for the visual experience in the mirror. However, I then decide I want to experiment with what it feels like from the woman's perspective for intercourse and I summon a guy faceless and mostly without a body, seems midsection and penis only and I went with a size I'm familiar with, my own. It was quite pleasurable and I thought of what I was reading about full body orgasm and the experience transformed from a reverse male feeling of intercourse, the smooth wet friction of sliding in and out.

..it transformed into a ecstatic state that took me into the void again, this void felt like I wanted to stay there in the simple enjoyment for a while. (To bank party). The ocean movement void came from



**spoiler for minor schema poisoning, read at your own schema's risk:

Spoiler for minor schema poisoning, read at your own schema's risk:

flying up out of house and thinking oh the ceiling again, set my expectation and got it (used to fly through ceiling as if it weren't even there without void)

but despite feeling some weak attempts from my brain to tell me that I'm waking and feeling parts of my bed, I say not so fast and immediately feel my feet dragging along and then lifting off the bed. I knew it!...and felt a little pride. Before the ceiling phase through which seems most like it was involuntarily, I caught two FA's in my bedroom. One involved dream recall and pulling out my earplugs and noticing my ears still feel plugged and after at first thinking my ear plugs did my ears some harm thus still feeling plugged, then found that I could pull out another pair of earplugs and realized I was dreaming. And the other false Awakening I walked up to my sink and open the drawer to get a Q-tip and found that the drawer was completely empty and realized I was dreaming again. <<Beginning of Lucid period for night.


26th April 2016
Shorter LD where I am in a lady's locker room and I am basically invisible through expectation that I won't get any reaction. I create a soft pad of grass (maybe not entirely intentionally and maybe why it worked so well) to lay on inside the locker room and just relax and enjoy the beauty and variety of the female form.

I dreamt I was dreaming about a certain person i cant get out of my mind (not that id want too lol)
In the dream I was exstatic about her being in my dream again, I was telling people how I had perfected the technique.
And the I was refering to a piece of paper for method of induction.
There was as always music involved, playing.




A dreamy dream lolz

woke up in the night blissed out but by morning just smiley,
rest of day smiley too LMAO!!

Non-Lucid: I titled this Japanese Mall because I don't know of a better description. I was in this building in Japan that had rows & rows of people selling things in what looks like a farmers market style stalls. It also was vastly huge like a mall. There were wall to wall Japanese food court style stalls for lack of a better word. It was rather dull looking in places but others there were bright colors & neon signs. But, in between the food stalls, there were doorways that lead up to small compartments where people had bunks in small little nooks where people lived or just slept. There was an upper level in here also. I walked around trying to not be seen accompanied by a young Japanese girl. We did a lot of walking because she was trying to show me around. She was very mysterious as we looked through the isles picking things up & looking at them. Apparently I was going to be living here.... Because I was a white American woman she was trying to introduce me to people & wanted me to interact w/ them so that they would get to know me & wouldn't tell authorities that I was there. I felt all of these people she was introducing me too would be needed soon to protect me while I was living there. Protecting me from government officials due to some kind of war that was coming.... We ducked into a door in the wall & went up some steep stairs until we arrived in a small room w/ bunk beds. Then her father came in & she had to explain that I would be staying there. He wasn't angry but seemed rather frustrated. He was saying that the government would most likely soon start infiltration the area & would go to door to find out who wasn't Japanese & that it would be difficult to keep me hidden. As we walked around more, I was introduced to key people who would now be assigned to watch over me daily, I was being shown places to hide. It seemed her father had much more influence over all of these people & the people were much more welcoming than before. At some point the environment began to feel tense. The raid was beginning & we were running to hide. And then I woke up.


I have no idea where the Japanese anything came from. I don't even like most Japanese food. Now if they had been Chinese it all would have made more sense. I used to work with my first husband in a Chinese restaurant. He was a Chinese chef but he wasn't Chinese. I love Chinese food! I even have a secret black sauce recipe from the restaurant that we worked in, lol.... I think maybe the characters were Japanese because it would fit more with the conflict in the dream & America's history w/ them.


Non-Lucid-Green
Explanation of details-Blue

Two dreams about writing a forum game that I can't quite recall.

4-26-2016
I was on a planet of slaves. Everyone was required to wear an electronic collar that you weren't supposed to take off, but was easy to take off. There were flying drones that would shoot if you were spotted without the collar. I was about 6 or 7 years old with my mother, I had been born on the planet but my mom had not been. Scavenged things on the planet could be traded for money that could be used for food and basic things. I recall a spoon cost 3 cents. Mom was sad that I was stuck on that planet with her as a slave, but I told her it wasn't so bad for me. “I don't feel like a slave, I just feel like I couldn't leave the planet.” Which I couldn't but felt normal, likely because in waking life I am also confined to the planet I am on.

Note: I watched an episode of King of the Hill,"Peggy's Turtle Song", hours before dreaming.

I was in an American car and the driver's side fender fell off, showing what I believe were battery terminals. There were clips on the terminals like from a trickle charger, and one fell off. I was going to put it back on and someone said to not do that, I persisted in saying "It came off from there" and he said "Let the expert do it" or something. I was clutter-brained so I stopped.

Next, I was Emily from the KotH episode I was watching.

I bought video and/or computer games from a building which, IRL, is being torn down. I then went home.

I had a silver dollar or one cent piece from 1926 (Dreams, don't argue if they didn't make a silver penny in that year) and was in an AVGN episode. I was walking towards the garage and the weather was snowy. There were two trucks in the driveway and my 1980s Chevy Caprice, which wasn't being driven in winter. The fence wasn't blocking the alley completely as it wasn't there. A group of guys, 5-8 people, were walking north in the alley as I walked towards the Chevy which didn't look as it does IRL and had anti-ice spray on the sides of it. At this point one of the group decided it would be funny, I guess, to wreck the car and crouch-walked over to the passenger's side door and opened it as I got to the driver's side door and opened it. He then took the car out of park into neutral and steered it towards a tree as I got in the car and I woke up.

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Dreamed a blond caucasian man who was partner to another man in a company died by skyfalling, I'm guessing his parachute failed. Then, he was in Equestria and in my opinion it felt like a poor Human in Equestria fanfic. He landed in the woods and the mane 6 ponies saw him. At some point he was in a house made in a tree and I recall the CMCs (or at least Applebloom and Scootaloo) more or less noclipping into and out of one and/or the other.

Note:

Some time in the morning or past several mornings before this dream I was thinking of an actual case where someone jumped from an airplane without a parachute and survived, who was then captured by German forces in WWII. (His landing was softened by tree limbs.)

+(f) at the ski slopes

+(f) some big important/rich family is having a party or important family event. I'm participating. One of the family members does not want me there and asks the others why I'm there at all.

+(f) flying/floating/gliding between the massive branches of very very tall, (dead?) trees, (chopping off the branches as I go?)

+(f) a bad guy has a bomb and is going to blow things/people up

+ I'm in my college rental house (tons of roommates). I'm trying to go to the bathroom. I go info NI's room and the door to the 2nd room (which I think is a bathroom [FALSE]) is locked. I wonder why I'm going there because it's not my usual bathroom. I go back to the hallway bathroom and enter and start to pee (in a bowl on a pedestal in the middle of the room?). Girls/roommates walk through the room while I'm still peeing. I turn my body so they won't see me. They giggle a bit at my modesty.

Fragment: something about my friends and a playground.
Dream 1: I had a dream that my high school Spanish teacher was angry at me and accused me of cheating on a test. I, however, did not cheat on the test, and was certain I had not "used electronic aid" like she said I had. This made me very distressed. I moped around campus with my friends while we tried to figure out what to do. I was convinced my future was ruined.
Dream 2: I had a dream that my godmother bought my brother, sister and I birds called "enhanced parrots". They looked like finches with wild colors, like neon pinks and greens. Mine was bright green, blue, pink, and yellow, my brother's was deep blue, turquoise, yellow, and orange, and my sister's was red, magenta, orange, and yellow. They lived in a large cage and very happy, but we were not allowed to take them out.
Dream 3: I was helping at a basketball camp, and the coach said that there was no one he could trust more than me. He told me that when I got almost as tall as him, or a few years older, whichever came first, he'd hire me as a full time coach.

I remember some things. But I mainly remember looking up at the night sky up into space thinking I wanted to go there but at the same time I didn't want to.