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Completed Totm Basic 1 and Advance 1✨🎆🎆✨

Bed around 10 and fast to sleep as am enjoying full on exercise every weekday at the mo and it's making me sleep good

Set intentions pretty strong before sleep ; repeating to myself that
I will remember my dreams, I will record my dreams, I will have many dreams and I will be lucid tonight.
Repeating - "Tonight I lucid dream "many times as I drift off✨

I woke around 2 with some fragments then about 3am ...being chased again but this time I am not as anxious as I have been before - so I know I am clear headed tonight.

I repeat - "Tonight I lucid dream" quite a few times and fall off to sleep as usual and almost jepedise a proper Wbtb - this time I know I need a good wbtb so I sit up for about 30 mins 😉 I sit up resting my self and allowing my body and mind to calm and be at peace - I bring my focus about - I will lucid dream tonight ...as I repeat this regularly and intermidedly see myself becoming lucid and accomplishing goals. I know tonight I have a good chance 🎆🌠🎆

I remember totm tasks and personal tasks also make strong requests to my sub to help me learn and become/realise everything I possibly can -

Earlier dreams include me speaking with my mum about meditation and how I know I haven't realised any big deal stuff but I am very happy I know how to relax and be one pointed and at peace - I know I want to take this further...and will.

Woke at 5.54am with Lucid dream report -
First time lucid was a dild but later had a Deild and a wild as I lay still back awake after waking up a few times.
During the dreams - which are of rich sexual content - I am helping many during war time. It's similar to quite a few dreams I have had now where I play very confident " yogini" in the sense of the word that I would not dare to do in WL - I am a pretty wild DC and very comfortable with my role in the dreams as if I have always been this character ...I also seem tobe training others to be yogini 's this is a recurring theme I am becoming aware of - sometimes I am playing myself and other times it's watching her in 3rd person.
Anyway at some point I decide to do totm basic 1


I was with some DC's and remember to ask one if they have a secret form one of the folks on Dream Views - he shakes his head - so I continue asking " ok what about Dolphin...anything about him?" Nope he says ..." Ok I ask - how about RelaxAndDream...anything about him?" He stops to ponder and says he has a secret about RelaxAndDream

I am intruiged but have a feeling the DC is messing with me


" He's got 3 noses! " says the DC - I laugh and laugh and wake up laughing


So I go back to sleep after recording the above dreams at around 6am - I know I am getting up n an hour and feel relaxed. I lay still and on my back and gently slip in to dreams which become lucid once again.

I am looking at myself in a small mirror when I get lucid - my face looks funny so I start imagining my mouth opening and something coming out even though I know it's shut - the face in the mirror obliges showing a small long thing come out my mouth ... so I continue to watch and see my mouth morphing, disappear completely then reappearing etc for a bit ,this is fun but comes to an end as I go to explore the dream scape -
- I become part of a story - it seems I am the main character and I have been kidnapped ( as its a lucid I go along with it thinking how curious of my sub to show me as such a victim ) soon though I end up as the yogini once again within this powerful group of rebels of the communist regime - it's dark times - I am the one looking after them in every way like food, Heath love and especially in matters of the heart - very dramatic etc ...where at one point I look down at my legs and they are covered in blood - the open, straightforwardness of her love seems to be symbolised by the bloodiness. Difficult dream to explain far less understand completely.

This dream as was pretty long Lucid - going a long with the plot mostly but then doing some tasks every now and then - I met a girl later on and asked her if she would acompany me throught the dream and help accomplish tasks and she said ok - she acompany's me around after that.

Went to sleep around 12 am last night which is great. Seems like I'm falling asleep at a good time so far. I couldn't attempt to have a lucid dream though cause I had to get up early which was disappointing.

Like many dreams before, it begins in a school assembly. I must be young again. The principal has opened up containers all around us, and small baby birds come pouring out. I get one of my own, and become determined to gie him a tiny little home of dirt and trees. I spend a long time looking for the right container for all this, and in the end I cannot. I leave my little bird in a makeshift box and go return to the assembly, where I find all the kids. Many have paired off into couples by now, and when the assembly ends I am invited to a party. It is a small affair, a few people at a long table having fun and drinking.

Then things get interesting. I hear an attack coming from outside, so myself and Jordan J get in the mini and rip it downtown. I find that the roads are long and winding, full of intense angles that allow us to rip some sick air. In our journey we see that there is a massive battle up ahead. I eject from the vehicle and go flying into the fray, and in this action I come upon the stone. It is purple and glowing, full of power. There are people in this world who have super powers and I know that I am not one, so the only use for it I have is to physically destroy it piece by piece, and throw the pieces at people, which would explode like tiny nuclear bombs. One man with the strength and size of a demon came after us, and I dropped a massive chunk, which he picked up. I then smacked him in the face with a pebble and he got angry, squeezing the massive chunk and causing a considerable purple explosion, with a lot of light emanating from it. That last one wiped most of them out, and then a guy with low-level super speed grabbed my arm. I told him to absorb power from the stone, and he immediately gained 10X the speed he had and we went flying off to the peaceful place again.

I am now a fish, swimming around a school beneath a docked boat. There are many fish here and some are predatory, and a few times I almost get eaten despite being the largest prey. I back out from the experience and watch an action replay of the close call with some friends. We are travelling on a plane over the ocean, and have the ability to turn into fish while we travel to make the trip more exciting. At first I become an extremely fast tuna, but then I ask them if I can simply become a jellyfish, floating through the ocean. That would be nice for a few hours. It does not happen however.

The end of my dream takes place with my brother. I go to his place of work, which is a bottling factory. He works one of the most important roles, and has his own car, and he's only 17 in this dream. His station is a giant ivory staircase off to the side of the production line. At the top of the stairs is a pile of boxes containing metal mugs, and next to the top platform is a big grey pillar that has a little elevator down the side and a spigot at the top. His job is to fill the metal mugs with milks or something from the spigot, and send them down the pillar to the production floor for packaging. He lectures me on how he's worked so hard to get where he is, how he only makes $14 an hour but that is a lot for someone his age and is because he's distinguished himself. He tells me how Devon, who works down on the line also makes $14, but he is a man, and should not be proud of that. Devon holds up the production line every day and is one of the reasons the production runs take 12 hours instead of 8, and he doesn't even know it, but John can see it all from his ivory stairs way up on high.

Suddenly an alarm goes off, and John tells me this is because the foreman has been locked out of his office, something John has secretly been doing for a long time now. This time is the last though, and the foreman will finally be fired.

My father suddenly narrates us this info; "Even now, years and years after he had come to be in charge of this line, he admitted that he never really bothered to find out how any of it works."

He didn't even know how his own production line worked.

Suddenly I am in his house, his children eating dinner with aunts and uncles. They are in an uproar, his eldest besmirching his name. "He is a worthless man, this is why I should just be named head of the family and have it over with." The son is a big pasty fellow with curly ginger locks and a Scottish kilt on. He rants some more, and I snap back to the production line.

Up at the ivory peak, no longer do I see my brother, but a group has taken his place. John travolta is here. Catherine Deneuve is there as well. My father asks me if I recognize this scene I see, and I say it is Grease, though I know that to be wrong. The sun begins to rise over the tower.

I awake.


Dream signs
Fish
Power and explosions
super powers
John
Devon
Dad

I remembered more that 1 dream, but was too lazy to write them down.

D1- I'm walking down the stairs in this building. I'm slightly I from of my cross country team. Someone decides it will be funny to pants me, and the end taking everything off . I fall to the bottom of the stairs, and was a little embarrassed. Everyone was laughing, while I just fell down the stairs naked.

I'm now with my team outside. I'm still a little embarrassed, but go on a run with a few kids. While running we talk about it, and they tell me who pants me in the first place. I go back and confront the person. It's someone I know in real life. He denies it, but I know it's him. I think I eventually go back to running with two people. We come across this dirt road I've never seen before. It's kind of steep, but we run up it anyways. At the top we emerge into this dirt trail surrounded by trees and shrubs. We follow the trail untill vcoming upon this old looking dilapidated house.

We get closer, and it appears to have been abandoned while under construction. We all walk inside, and I get an uneasy feeling. The floor has many hole in it, and underneath there seems to be a dark basement. I'm still exploring the place with my friends for a while. There some stairs that we go up, and wild doing so I look down into another crack. This time there's a dim light shining not his person whose looking right back at me. I get scared, but don't tell anyone about it. We continue exploring, and I look back in the floor to seethe guy again. He looks old and worn out. He has a large beard, and is cramped up under the floor. I still he's scary, and ignore it.

Im now in a city with the my two friends. We're running again, and find an old run down building. I think we go inside, but it's very dark, and I wake up soon after.

DILD #1-I woke up and remembered my intention to do a nose plug. I did one and could breathe. I decided to go down a hall instead of outside. The hall opened up to a big open space with glass ceilings. I quickly found a clock and started rotated my forefinger counterclockwise while saying "time back". As I did this, the hands on the clock went back from 7:00 to 4:00. I noticed the sun stayed in place though. I wanted the sun to go down while I was turning back time as prove I was controlling time and not just the clock. I noticed a couple of ladies doing administrative work who must have been pretty annoyed by some loon nearby spinning his forefinger while commanding "time back time back time back time back time back" Eventually I finally got the sun to lower significantly, turning day into morning. Satisfied, I stopped and woke up.

DILD #2-I woke up and looked at my alarm clock to find the numbers looked weird. Also, I heard some sort of radio. I did a nose plug and could breathe. I went outside, jumped up in the air and tried to transform into a dolphin, but couldn't. I flew over a creek and woke up.

Was in the building where the 7th floor was crumbling and the elevators were barely working. However, I was more preoccupied with my laptop which had several versions of linux on it for some reason.

Created Friday 12 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 14

Today, I recalled two LDs,, each occurring very early and very late into my sleep, respectively. The last one was especially surprising in how much I control I had in it, doubly so given the bout of insomnia I was afflicted with today. Nothing else besides that.

Dream 1 - Repelled a Valorous Ambush

Only remember the end of this. The visuals were very dim. I was in what seemed an altered version of my bedroom. An odd entity accompanied me, an illuminated, red, human-shaped silhouette the size of a child.

Suddenly, another such figure jumped in after the red being, only this one was adult sized and shone in white light. He was a member of Team Valor, I just knew it. In fact, I'm almost certain this was RelaxAndDream. In any case, his plan, I'm sure, was to take off with my unknown companion. However, he missed. With his ambush compromised, the enemy chose to flee empty-handed, and he vanished in a flash of light.

I suspected he jumped through time. So, in response, I called to the Time Gem to keep him in stasis. By this point, I'd caught on to the dream. But, just as I was about to seek out my opponent, I was awakened to a storm. Ah, crud.

WBTB after several other awakenings. A too thorough of an SSILD attempt turns into a few hours of sleeplessness.

Dream 2 - Summer Lucid Competition - Day 14

Scene 1 - Surprising Stability
WILD transition within shut eyes. I'd a very weak grasp of the state, and had to seriously calm my nerves to barely keep things in check. To get things moving, I muttered "deeper" repeatedly in hopes of stabilizing and transitioning the dream. After seeing a few jumbled images, it worked as intended!

Scene 2 - Another Stroll Over the City
The visuals were bright and just slightly blurred. I was floating above a busy cityscape under a clear dawn sky.

I swoop down to get a better look at the streets below. The environment and objects swayed between dated 3D and realistic, including the vehicles, stop signs, pavement, and buildings. There was no sound at first. My voicing a few horns and humming motors fixed that.

Then, I'm not-entirely-willingly pulled out of there to a tour between the skylines in the area. Seen it all before, but another go wouldn't hurt. I'm eventually taken into the construction site of what could only be a vast, wide tower. This drags me near a few cement low walls and window frames. So, for quick points, I try phasing through the walls. At first, a force keeps me from diving in too deeply to do so, and simply takes me past the windows. It takes a bit of finagling to finally hit a wall, from which I clip right through without resistance. To assure myself, I do likewise through a complete wall.

The visuals collapse. Re-anchor, re-stabilize- re-transition.

Scene 3 - A Somewhat Helpful, Monstrous Hand
Similar visuals as before. This took place over the waters of a seaside city at a bright day. I was just an observer.

The viewpoint scrolls horizontally over the water. It then focuses on what's clearly the Statue of Liberty in the middle of nowhere. Several distant shots and close-ups are made. Some 80's tune plays along with this as if a movie credits.

My mind drifts on bringing some huge monster for the heck of it. Suddenly, in some far-off place, such a thing emerges from the depths. This appeared as a gigantic, gaunt humanoid. Its skin had orange, chitinous plates, as well as other somewhat insectile features. Besides two tiny beads for eyes, its face was indiscernible. Furthermore, its left arm was much longer than the right one. The creature reaches its malformed, clawed hand to the "camera", and immediately pulls me into the dream. And, just as quickly, it tosses me to the horizon.

Had to restabilize. When I come to, I find I'm floating in the sea, the city barely visible far in the distance. Numerous others were there with me, including my siblings. Felt it was a casual swim, given how unperturbed everyone was. What's more, I heard Stone Man's theme from Mega Man - Power Fighters sounding in the background, to which I joyfully hummed along for a while.

From there, I thought to control the tides. I motioned and called for a huge wave to emerge. Soon, a sizeable wave arrived, probably about a dozen foot tall. It foamed up a bit, and dragged all of us towards it, only to simply lift us over without incident. Eh, so-so, but I wanted something BIG. I gestured for another one, and, just as requested, brought forth a huge tsunami of a wave. Where the others panicked, I looked on with contained joy.

Once it crashed down, the dream begins destabilizing. More re-stabilization. I witness various colorless images of my wandering some hallways. Eventually, I'm fully transitioned.

Scene 4 - Stop That, Whatever You Are
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was sitting in a small classroom. Couldn't really focus on much, as I needed to put full concentration on keeping the environment in place. Suddenly, something begins tugging at my toes. I'd various thoughts on what that could be. I try bringing as such to being, but this sensation was simply too distracting. This soon awakens me.

D1 - I am in some woods that lead down to a river, on the banks of the river are a small group of people. I offer a boy there a bar of chocolate that i procured on my way. The people are dressed in medieval clothing, but the chocolate bar wrapper and all is modern and large.

WBTB
D2 - The boy tells me of a place where we can get more food, if we are clever. There is a college nearby where students often play a game with the locals, throwing paper aeroplanes at each other through the dormitory windows. If we go there at night we may be able to sneak in. We get there and sure enough there are two undergraduates there who are late because they are getting changed from some sporting activity.
When they open the dorm window to play paper aeroplane throwing, I climb across a para-pit joining the building and onto the roof.
From there I sneak into the building.

WBTB
D3 - I am now inside the large college buildings which look edwardian or later, mostly stone with elegant windows. There is some do going on but I am in a side room. I go to look down from one of the windows and see the feathery leaves and branches of a tree.
The tree looks oriental. It is like a jack in the beanstalk tree and goes down and down and down. I feel a jolt of fear as I realise how high up I am. I am as high up as the sky, looking down seemingly forever. I roll away from the window feeling I cannot stand for a moment. I go to find the boy who is eating and tell him of the tree. He comes and looks.

Now this is the kind of night I wish I'd be pulling off for the entire comp.

I was talking to Manei and I said to her: "I like taking long hot showers and crying for no reason. It helps me get all my boogers out."

-+-

I don't remember the first dream too well. I was with my cousins and we were going to see some movie. Then I remembered that the movie was in fact some play that I was supposed to have a part in. The movie theatre morphed into this huge coliseum with five stage curtains on a scaffold forming a pentagon in the middle. I don't remember if it was because there were five iterations of the same play being put on at once or because it was all one big play that made use of this unique stage. It also had something to do with my high school graduation.

I remember leaving my family behind and going backstage to make preparations. I had no memory of being in this play or what part I was supposed to play. The director got really mad at me. He said that the play was a Porn-Parody of Harry Potter and made a penis joke about a "wand". I remember there was this big blue prop sign with white letters that said "Lucid Dream". I became lucid. Not long after I did, all of the dream characters except the play director vanished.

I remember becoming lucid and thinking of my dream-goal to do do some kind of acrobatic/gymnastic maneuver. I was thinking about the olympic gymnastics and how very badly I wanted to mimic that in a LD. I also thought about how I might destabilize the dream if I do a flip or something because it would be like dream spinning. In more stable dreams it hasn't been a problem, and I've done it before. (Hence why it's a 10-point goal).

I said I wanted to start easy. I saw this huge paper mache prop tree and ran up the side and did a parkour backflip. It didn't destabilize the dream very much. I then forgot about the goal and started flying and running through the branches of the prop tree. The play director ran and got a clipboard. He said he was inspired to write a new play about Peter Pan because I was flying. Then this really fat guy in a blue track suit came in. He said he wanted to enter me in a lucid dreamers equivalent to the olympics for agility flying since I had a natural talent for it. I told him I would like it, but I wanted to do proper training and not rely solely on natural talent.

(Adds Lucid Dream Olympics to list of dream goals for after comp.)

I remember I was playing Halo 4 (At least I think it was Halo 4. It felt like it.) I remember I had signed into the match by accident and it was 3v1. I thought to myself "huh boy, a 3v1, and I haven't played in awhile." I remember thinking that I should just quit, but that would be bad sport and I should at the very least try and fight them even if they stomp me. Also the place we were fighting in was the front yard of my house.

It was at this point their personalities became apparent. The guy in red armor with the star on his shoulder had Steven's voice from Steven Universe and was the leader. There was a guy in white armor who was an idiot and a guy in pink armor who was a coward. They tried attacking me. I remember having three weapons avaliable to me (when in Halo, the most you can normally have is two.) I had a shotgun, assault rifle and the 3 round burst rifle from halo 3)

It's not like I was playing to my fullest. In some weird way, (even though there the video game context was ignored) Controlling my character felt lethargic. Sometimes I would think to move a certain direction but wouldn't actually start moving half a second later. Aming was difficult too. More than once, I shot in a different direction than I was looking.

I remember the white armor guy and the pink armor guy were pretty terrible and I was able to kill them pretty easily. For the most part they would just stand in one shot and try to shoot at me (and miss) The Steven guy was a bit tougher, he actually fought back and used cover. I know he killed me at least once. At one point the white and pink armored guys came after me driving a minivan they had stolen from the neighbors garage and I blew it up by throwing a grenade underneath it.

When the score was about 10-1 the Steven guy said he was going to use a hack to transport us outside of the map. He did and we were now on a freight train that was moving. I killed the white and pink armor guys again and apparently when using the hack, they forgot to set the spawn points outside of the map boundaries too, so this was my opportunity to lose these guys.

The train began going around this large lake (actually I think it was a bay) following a curved path. Because of the way the tracks curved I could see the Steven Guy way down at the end of the train across the lake. There was a (googles Halo vechiles) Banshee on one of the last train cars. He got into it and flew across the lake towards the front of the train where I was. I started shooting at him but kept missing. He shot a missile at me and blew apart the train car. I very nearly fell off but I grabbed this bar on the end of the train car and held onto the side. I swing around to the backside hiding from him.

Dangit I'm lucid! Can't I just use VATS?

I swing around once. I tried to stop time and target him, but nothing happened. (Well I got hit with a few spare lasers) I tried a second time and it worked. I focused in on him and got a HUD just like VATS. I set all my shots to target him (Think I had about 5 shots) I even got the 3rd person movie style of me shooting them and blowing the guy out of the sky.

After that the train stopped, presumably because the match had ended. I think my armor dissolved and gave way to my regular dream self. I still had the gun but I threw it down in the sand and sad "gah! I hate using guns!" I saw one of the little ATV things from Halo and decided to hop on as an easy means of transportation. I got stopped by this fisherman guy who said that the ATV was his and it was a present from his mom and had been stolen from him by the Halo team that I had fought. I said he could have it back and he was very thankful.

I somehow found myself in a parking garage looking through the back of my dad's old van and I found a fluffy white blanket. I was talking to my dad about something and said that I had to return the blanket. I went back to the fisherman's house and gave him the blanket too. When I did he hugged it and started crying. He asked what he could ever do to repay me and I said that it was nothing and I was just trying to be a more positive influence on my dreams.

The dream phased from the beach where the train and the fisherman had been to the family beach resort. I wanted to go back and talk to my dream dad but I wanted to move in a way that wasn't flying. I remembered how in old lucid dreams I would move my feet like I was ice skating and gain super speed across the ground. I tried it but nothing happened. (Maybe because I was in sand... )

What if I tried actual ice skates? I looked down at my boots. I felt like I could feel a button where my big toe was and wiggled my toe in to press it. (I also noticed, when I focused on the sensation of my feet that I was wearing no socks and had a lot of sand in my boots.) But when I pressed the button, an ice skate blade popped out of the bottom of my boot. I was a little bit awkward at first because I couldn't get the one in the other boot to come out because there was no button. Eventually intuition made me realize that I had to press the button in the right boot twice.

I started skating down the boardwalk at high speeds. I remember thinking that I should use these more often and call them the "zero-friction skates".

I arrived in this collection of oriental style buildings and a boardwalk. I find the fisherman character again sitting and eating a basket of fish and chips at an outdoor eating area next to a buffet bar. He thanks me again for returning his things to him. I think he was actually in tears this time. I thought it was funny. This guy really looked like the tough sailor type, even though he wasn't very big he looked tough, but here he was, balling his eyes out for me. He said he didn't like french fries because they were potatoes and the association with the phrase couch potato and laziness, so I ate some for a realistic taste, but no salt, and I couldn't find any, and didn't think to reach into hyperspace and grab some.

He asked me how strong I must be to return two of his most important stolen belongings and beat up a gang of supersoliders that were apparently local bullies. He said he wanted to arm wrestle. I remember I accepted but it was this weird form of arm wrestling where we were standing and we tried to pull away from one another with our arms bent and whoever's arm went straight first would lose. The fisherman struggled and struggled, eventually cheating at his own game to try and bend my arm straight. I told him that "I'm the Dreamer." He didn't really understand that so I explained briefly that it was my lucid dream.

I then remember making a point that my strength doesn't come from musculature because in the dream realm, that's meaningless. What's more important is your level of confidence. I decided to test something by using spear finger on a tree. (There was a large tree growing up out of the boardwalk several feet from our table.) I expected my strike to reduce the trunk to wood chips, but I don't think I was fully confident. (I was in the same mindset when I'm doing board breaking in martial arts classes.) I still drove my hand about halfway through the tree making a sizable hole and coming out with a fistful of wood shavings. The Sailor guy had a fish stick in his mouth and it fell out when he saw me do that. Priceless.

I then saw the sky getting dark and decided I would do some flying. I said goodbye to him and activated fire jets out of my hands. In the reduced lighting the blue and reddish-orange contrast of my flying flames was exceptionally apparent, the colors really popped against the DW. There was even a "fwoom" sound as they came on. Sometimes my flying jets are very small and compact (or nonexistent), but this time they were like big bright colorful blooms of fire. I didn't take off right away and I was worried I'd set the boardwalk on fire. I took off and did a spiral around this pagoda building as the dream faded out.

...

I went into something about driving with my dad, in the van again, going camping. I think it was actually a false awakening, explained that I had been asleep in the car this entire time and just woken up now as we were arriving. (We're actually going camping the day after the comp ends, no wonder I didn't catch this.) He said something about father son bonding.

I woke up. I seriously thought about just getting out of bed and starting my day. (I did get up to go pee though.) I've had foul luck with reentry and mostly mucky WILDs. But I realized I was tired enough that I just might be able to pull of another short lucid and started doing counts.

I was with my dream-mom. I remember telling her that this was a lucid dream and it can be utilized as a playground to do anything, even things that are not necessarily acceptable. She said she wanted to rob a bank. I remember also there was a plot about me being some kind of secret agent and I walked into a bank when there were robbers in it and everyone else was running away. The dream got scrambled pretty quickly where I was someone else and I saw my mom running out of the bank pushing a baby me in a stroller.

I went into the back of the bank. I think I was with Manei now and we were planning how we would do this. Marcus had given us this little baseball sized shaped charge that we could supposedly use to destroy the vault door in the back of the bank. We walked in, climbed over the counter and went into the vault. I remember I tried figuring out how to make the bomb detonate. There was a really long red string wrapped around the bomb with a little pink plastic toad on the end of it.

I then decided we would hack the computer instead. I remember trying to log in on the user account of somebody from the bank but I didn't know any passwords. Then I went to another computer terminal and saw that without logging in I could just enter the password to the vault directly. We tried a couple different passwords. The only two I remember us trying were "HoneyMoney" and "BigBenjamin31". I think Marcus was talking to us over radio giving us more password suggestions, but I ignored him since none of them worked.

Me: "Alright. If I was in the prim and proper adult culture of banking, and I wanted to pick a password that nobody could guess, you wanna know what it would be?

"boobfart69"

GLADOS sounding computer: "Password Accepted. Opening Vault."

A woman came out of the bathroom and saw the two of us. She said she had been woken up by the Glados voice and had fallen asleep on the toilet. She was a little bit suspicious that we weren't supposed to be here even though the bank was closed, we were dressed like ninjas, and the dream guide behind me was stuffing money into a bag (Humorously stupid and oblivious dream character.) She somehow became convinced that we were a husband and wife pair and Manei was username "HoneyMoney" in the bank's employee registry.

I woke up.

Scoring: Since I've never had multiple lucid dreams to score I'm not sure how to do it. I think you can count dream control twice if you have it in multiple dreams. (But not necessarily a chain, like what happened last night.)

Frag 0.5pt*1=0.5
NLD (counting the nonlucid portion for each DILD since it was substantial.) 1pt*2=2
DILD 10pt for first +5pt subsequent*2=15
WILD 10pt for first=10
WBTB 2pt*1=2
Old Personal Goal (Gymnastic Maneuver)=10pt
Basic Flying=5pt*2 different dreams=10pt
Time control=(I'm counting my use of VATS as this.)=10pt
Use an ordinary object to preform dream control (I guess it isn't 100% normal to have ice skate blades that pop out of your shoes, but I'm taking it and running.)=5pt
Super Speed (From the skate blades)=5pts
Eat Something (A few Potato Planks)=5pts
DC Interact 2pt*all 3 dreams=6pts
Super Strength=5pt
Elemental Control=(Them big blooms of fire in the second dream should count. Such pretty colors (◕‿◕)) =10pt
Use electronic Device=(Bank computer system)5pt

Total: 100.5!

A very profound dream, but unfortunately another "non-lucid lucid".

It all started quite normally. My character was in a prison cell behind bars. It all had a somewhat medieval feel to it. The place was NOT on ground level, it as at least several floors up in a fairly high building in the city. In the hallway there was a lot of commotion. A fight of some kind. During the chaos, the barred cell doors opened, allowing us to escape. I vaguely remember a small crossbow? There was so much more to this dream that I forgot.

I somehow got out of the building on ground level, and found myself in the city. It was night, and it was raining. Fortunately all the cars, buildings, street lights and colorful shops lit up the place quite well. I ran, and jumped to take off. I somewhat floated, then transitioned into flight. I was afraid it wouldn't work for a second. I flew through the city rather aimlessly. I was wearing my long, black leather coat and I notice how badass it looked during flight. I was trying to show off to someone on the ground. They didn't look at all surprised to see someone fly. I somehow KNEW this was because they were DC's, yet I wasn't lucid. I kept flying until I caught a glimpse of another person flying at a lower altitude below me. He was dressed just like me. I followed him and landed next to him (actually, I think we were bot hanging on to the side of a building). I immediately saw that he was me. I somehow understood that he was the manifestation of my subconscious, the ultimate dream guide. I said that he didn't look as ugly as I thought, and that this conversation wasn't as awkward as I had expected (I hate myself). We compared abilities, and he could do everything I could do and vice versa. At one point, we were standing at a table (still outside). I stared forward, and saw him to my left in my peripheral vision. I figured that if he is my subconscious, he should be able to hear my thoughts. I focused my thoughts on him (while still ignoring him, he didn't know about the experiment), and thought "if you can hear me, tap your fingers on the table three times". It took a while, and I had to repeat the thought several times, but eventually he did it- he tapped his fingers on the table as I had asked. We exchanged a knowing look, and left (now that I'm awake, I realize he didn't hear my thoughts, he was a DC, and as dreamer I made him obey by focusing what I wanted to happen). Later, we found ourselves seated in a little restaurant. The place was once again located pretty high up in a tall building in the city. The waiter came and served us our french fries.

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Real Life/Notes
Non-Lucid
Lucid
Nightmare

Fantasisa

The Dream Scene looked breathtaking and was really Vivid, reminded me of a Harry Potter like location with all of the castles and mountains.
There was a little boy that we had to protect, the people I was with were unfamiliar. (Or so I thought) Dream Characters if you will, but ones I made up in real life to be Dream Characters in my Dreams.
Later on I get a shocking discovery, the boy we were trying to protect from the bad guys were actually good guys so that made us the Bad Guys. I meet a small snake, reminds me of Kaa from the Jungle Book.
Next thing I remember in the Dream was before I waked up to type this, I was standing next to the unnamed Dream Characters, the Female was concerned about the little boy. Just then the snake comes out of nowhere and bites into my side. The others are worried, what if it's poisonous?
I say "Don't worry." I get filled with information that will be important to find the little boy, the Male Dream Character asks "What's going on?" I fill them on everything from the Boy's father abuses him to the Bad Guy is actually the Good Guy, so we're the Bad Guys.

Destruction

I went on a killing spree after getting mad of something small, feels like something a God of Destruction would get mad about. Near the end of the dream I remember seeing my Brother dissapointed at me and, there was some cute chick next to him, she looked scared. Then I realize how bad I f'ed up. Any dream I kill people that are innocent in some way, I consider the dream a nightmare.

Call of Duty: VR

Me and my friends modded Call of Duty: Virtual Reality, made our characters babies so we would be smaller and be undetected by enemies. I remember this sniper across the map was trying to shoot me but couldn't because I had the small baby head.

I actually remembered today, hopefully I'll see you tomorrow, the more vivid these dreams get I'm sure I'll become lucid in no time.

I remember a scene in which I was with characters Noah and Claire Bennet. The environment was a cold and snowy road. I think I was riding a motorcycle through the snow?

In a later moment, I was sitting somewhere. Claire lay down in front of me, or on my lap. I was reluctant (we didn't officially have anything between us), but I carefully and gently caressed her arm (I noticed she had a bit of hair on her lower arm, I didn't care) and her face. I was pleased that she let me, and I think she liked it. I felt content being there with her.

Jason Statham is in character. He is playing a renegade bounty hunter (specialising in the occult) who has dodged death at every turn. He is wearing ripped and worn leather trousers and vest. Black metal studs sporadically decorate the vest and trousers, but seem to have no form or function. He is holding his sword, which seems to be some sort of one handed falchion. The worn handle, and the way he is holding it is clear that he knows how to use it. Looking at his face, he is determined. Grime and blood smeared across his face make it clear he has already been in a fight today. Looking at his head, there are three areas that have clearly been operated on and sewn up. I somehow know that he has had horn-implants removed for some reason. Perhaps he had to go undercover.

Opposite him is a genuinely horrifying visage. The figure is tall and black, and seems to be in a tattered robe that is flapping in a breeze that is not there. His gigantic scythe makes it obvious that this is the grim reaper.

Jason Statham is about to have his last fight. Win or lose.

I am circling the pair, watching them size each other up. Jason turns to me and throws me a clear glass bottle. "Get this to safety. If he finds it he could turn is all into Wil-I-am's face. He has that power. Run!"

I turn and flee into a nearby building. The doors are open and I begin running up the stairs. The glass bottle is leaking.

At the top of the stairs, the bottle is almost empty. I stash it somewhere and carry on.

Further on, the hallway turns into a hospital ward. Middle aged women in various states of wellness are in the beds. One woman is sat up in bed
talking to her relatives. She is talking about her cat, which is curled up on a cushion under a table on the other side of the room. She mentions how the cat never comes to her.

I continue to walk through the hospital. I am searching for something but cannot seem to find the correct corridor. At one point, a woman in labour in a wheelchair asks a nurse where she needs to go, and gets a curt answer.

Suddenly, an alarm sounds. Everyine freeze for a couple of beats to make sure it is not an alarm test, and then the nurses begin to organise the evacuation. They act with efficiency and professionalism, and do not spook anyone in The process. Making the link between the epic battle happening outside and the chaos in here, I instinctively decide to head down towards the goods inwards / loading dock in the basement.

When I get down there, it is clear to see that this is the site of the incursion. A metal walkway leads towards the back door to the building, where a muscled psychopath is coming in. On the walkway, there are several armoured security guards.

The psychopath growls and leaps, he begins tearing and shredding at the guards. He uses different edge weapons and rips the head off a couple of them. I run.

Later on, I am in a different part of the building's catacombs. The winchesters from supernatural and a few other unrecognised blokes are there. We are all lined up against a wall and in the centre of the room is the psychopath standing in front of a furnace door. He is talking to us about how he makes cookies. "I first use 4 pounds of butter..." He bends down to be face to face with the small guy next to me. "AND THEN WHAT!!!!!?????" He screams into his face. With every ounce of my being I try to tell him to say 4 pounds of flour, but he just stutters and stammers.

In a desperate action, he rushed forwards and yanks open the oven. There is a large bolt action machine gun that he uses to obliterate a few people in the room. The psycho catches up to him, wrenches him away from the gun, snaps his neck, and chases us all out of the room with machine gun fire.

Outside a little later, we are trying to get into the bloke lair to tackle him head on. We are stood outside of a roller shutter door trying to figure out how to get in. One of my colleagues, who is unrecognised, picks up a cardboard box, puts it on his head and begins to laugh uncontrollably. He buries his face in his hands, and when he comes up he is the joker. He begins to rattle on as we open the shutter and go inside. We leave him outside yowling and yammering.

Dean Winchester is carrying his brother, who looks like he has been skinned. Refusing to let him go, as he has come back from worse, they get into their car. I slope off and go to bed.

My mother used to belong to a secret organization. There was no escaping, the only way to leave was to die, either on mission or by the hand of the organization. Leaving was called bowing out. She has been on the run for a long time, until now. They maneuvered her into a position where there was no other real choice. They threatened to kill me if she didn't give herself up.
I stood on a wooden stage, the velvet curtains drawn, the auditorium full of people. In a chair beside me is a man. Behind him is my mother. I'm reading cues off my phone, kneeling on the stage, tense, staring out into the crowd wondering how swift the organization's justice will be. I know they are out there, and my mother is in plain sight.
I pause, knowing what this will mean, but my mother has decided this is the only way.
"So." I say, "We'll take a bow."
I speak it clearly. Firmly. Bending into a bow.
My mother bows her head.
A gunshot rings out, striking her in the shoulder, but not killing her. How could their aim be so terrible? I'm aware of the killer's fumbling to reload, and only have a second to recover before the second shot hits her in the side.
Now, my subconscious is weird and has been swapping gender roles recently.
I see my mother out of the corner of my eye and I decide I can't do this. There's still time. Seamlessly she is the man in the chair, I take a hold of her and drag her off stage. In the dream she is taller than me, but when she was alive, she was my height. I go a ways into the dark building before I set her carefully on the floor and I yell for help until my voice is ragged. Hoping someone will hear me. No one comes and I pull out my phone to call 911. There's static at first and I panic, pressing my hands to the bloody wound in her shoulder. It's so red, even in the dark. I yell again, into the phone, crying. "Someone, please. I need help." Her body seems so cold, I spot a blanket nearby and I pull it over her still frame.
After a few long minutes I become aware of speaking. The operator is chatting with someone for over a minute. In desperate disbelief I interrupt. "Hello?"
"What?" The woman snaps.
"Um." I'm emotional and enraged I managed to find the words. "I'd like an ambulance please." I pause, then burst out, yelling. "Didn't you hear me yelling for help? You're just sitting there having a chat while my mother is dying?"
"...Are their aliens?" The woman asks.
"What?"
"Aliens."
"Why?" I ask, but I already understand.
"Well, I need to know who to send." And she does, if there are aliens then Unit will be involved, if there aren't, then the police will do.
"um. Well, YEAH there are aliens but they aren't HERE right now."
"Okay. Hold tight. A team will be there soon to help you. How injured is your mother?"
Now it gets weird. Like I said, my subconscious started seamlessly gender-swapping people. So my mother becomes a man, looks like a cross between actors Robert Knepper and Gideon Emery. While he lays before me he is also rising to walk away. His left arm is amputated below the elbow.
"Um, there's two gunshot wounds, shoulder and one in the ribs." I watch him walk away, two ragged holes in his body. Yet he is still in front of me? At length the paramedics appear and strap him/her to a stretcher, bearing him/her off to treat his/her wounds.
People arrive, not seeming too concerned with events. They treat it all like it was part of the play and I try unsuccessfully to make it as real for them as it was for me.