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Had a hard, sleepless night. Nothing recalled.

This pisses me off but literally all I can remember is that I dreamed about Lee Minwoo. That's it. *sighs*

The beginnings of this dream are quite simple. I was at the T house and many of my friends were there. Kira from grade 8 and Justin May but showed up, what a strange group it was. After hanging for a while the season changed to winter, so we all started skiing. I am at the front of the group ripping it down Holimont. This is one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had. Justin May is bragging about how good a a skiier he is and how these are not the alps. I can feel that my skiis need a waxing, and the hills are properly contoured causing me to have an uneven ride. I see some kids doing pizza skis down the hill and wipe out while watching them. My friends all rip on me for falling and continue on. I fall again later and lose them, so I just have fun on my own on the hill. This is the first time in my life I've skied without the boots hurting my feet, and I didn't even become lucid enough to enjoy it. At the bottom of the hill I was with Aidan and some guy I don't know and we tried to fit on a chairlift that was way too small for two to sit even though it had three seats. I sat in the chair behind and we headed up.

Suddenly I'm driving the Steam Machine. I arrive at a small cafe and get out to read a book. The book is the Millionaire Fastlane, but it is printed in a Malcolm Gladwell book cover. I am reading it in peace on this little patio in the rain, when suddenly Tai Lopez is there. This is now the strongest detail I can recall since the dream I had about the skatepark. People are coming up to Tai every 2 minutes and asking him about advice, telling him how much they love him. I just sit there and read my book, knowing there's no point in talking to him as he'll just give a default answer or a 'thank you'. Some rich kid comes up and puts his arms all over my chair to look casual and starts talking to Tai about being rich and having nice clothes. Tai is courteous but doesn't give a shit, and then everyone leaves. I'm enjoying the rain, the pitter patter, and the book which I cannot read but can derive meaning from.

"That's a great book."

I look up and Tai is still chilling. I smile and say it surely is. I say how much I love the title, it's so smart to call it something like that and he laughs. We have some more little smalltalk before he asks me if I have any questions for him. I say not really, he speaks quite a lot and now is the time to relax. After that though I do ask him how he manages sleep. I say that he must only get 5 hours, and he says that you simply manage, once you're in it you're in it and you won't die. Try to grab naps if you can and if you can't just work anyway. Now he can get as much sleep as he wants every day, because of that small sacrifice in the beginning.

We chatted about some more things, and then at the end of the day we both got on a bus into the city. I realized after a few blocks that I left the Steam Machine at the cafe, and had to get off. I walked off into the rain alone, reflecting on my time with Tai. Somewhere lost in the grey fog of the afternoon showers I refound my consciousness.

+ very vivid: I'm in CH neighborhood, flying/floating/jumping on to the roof of a huge cement cube/building. There are dense areas of 2" nails sticking up from the cement and I have to choose my footing carefully. I'm looking off into the distance at the base of the hill going up S street and I'm looking for (opponents?). Some opponents come flying at me and I have to bat/push them away a few times.

+ (f) in the gym?

+ (f) top bunk of a bunk bed?

Had two LDs this morning. All from the SSILD variation which I shall explain below plus a realization.

The lucid dreams were standard; I was in my neighborhood. The first lucid dream had me exiting a vehicle in my driveway and trying to go down my block. The second was me actually walking down my block during the evening time and into a house.

I spoke to a woman behind a glass window like I was in a office or something. I remember now, I was searching for a woman named 'Jazmyne Adams' and the office was a car directory or something. I wanted the secretary to do a reverse search on the name and find out information such as the where she lived, what car she drove, etc. She gave me something to sign and that was all that I remember.

I am always on the hunt for dream characters.

There was also another standard dream of me at school, at the end of the year. It is kind of ironic because right now it is the end of summer vacation - more or less - here in my part of Texas. School starts a week from today; on the day of my birthday. Anyway, I was in the principal's office collecting a trophy from an award ceremony that I missed.

Recently ive had many lucid dreams far more than usual and now im beginning to control them.
Dream1- It began with a WILD, i wasnt trying to go lucid but by laying there and viewing the images created from the darkness as my eyes are closed i began to understand that I was in my room that was not my actual room in reality. Posters were different and i could tell this was a layout for a house. I currently live in an apartment. My dream signal ive been using is by pushing my hands into one another so i see my fingers go through my left hand. As i did this i became very lucid and everything felt very real. I ran out of my room and was correct on the layout of a house. I went to the door and ran out to find it sunny and incredibly green. I was in a town I had never been before. Then i thought of car to drive and turned around to find one similar to what i had pictured. I opened the door and got into the seat and the vehicle no longer took the form i had seen moments earlier. It was like i entered a bus instead of the 67 mustang i pictured. I remember hitting the accelerator and driving around like a mad man. Hitting cars and benches and getting terrible looks from people all around me. I basically did everything I wanted to do a normal citizen couldnt. At one point i saw many stormy clouds approaching the town putting a gloom over everything. I looked up and said "No I want it to be sunny today." Then waved my hand as if to erase the clouds and they disappeared like magic. Then i got the idea to fly and began trying to desperately fly with no avail. I couldnt even jump higher than i normally could in real life. Then i woke up to find that i had only fallen asleep for 16 minutes when it felt like an hour in my dream.
Dream 2: A different night I had another lucid dream though not as prevelant and a bit hazy. It began it a big city a sort of metropolis one would find in the future. White tall gleaming buildings, clean roads with trees along the streets. I remember seeing one of my friends there and almost forgot i was even dreaming because she seemed like the actual person. I remember having a conversation though i cant recall it. I do remember being lead to a hotel of sorts for college kids my age. As I saw this structure it made me re-realize I must be dreaming and pushed my fingers through my left hand. They went all the way through and my friend looked at me with confusion and asked how i did something like that. I then tried to impress her by showing her i could fly. It didnt happen at first, i just kind of stood there with no lift or anything appearing to be concentrating. Then i remember my feet leaving the ground and i was suddenly floating. I remember smiling and laughing as my friend looked at me with huge eyes,(I definietely embellished my ego a bit). Then she said something like then can you give me a lift somewhere? I thought what if im not strong enough to lift her? I then quickly dismissed this thought as if to kind of suggest to myself that this was a dream and if i could fly then i wouldnt matter how much weight i would have holding me down. First i grabbed her hand and tried to raise myself and her off the ground. Nothing. I then released her hand and stepped back and practiced raising myself and lowering myself off the ground. While floating i let her hold on to my stomach and i was able to raise us both. It was more like hovering than it was flying, It was clumsy but once we were off the ground it was as if she didnt weigh a single thing and i began to realize that any amount of strength could be mustered up by a thought. I remember dropping her off at another hotel. I climbed to the top of the hotel which was very tall. I jumped and tried to at least hover down or really soar but i just fell faster and faster. I knew the jump wouldnt hurt me so I landed on my feet with no pain.
I'm new to this lucid dreaming thing, ive studied how to lucid dream for many years now and have come back and forth. Only recently have I had incredibly surreal lucid dreams that I can not only remember but control. So if you have any tips regarding better control or even interacting with dream characters i would be very interested to hear someone else's opinion on the matter. Thanks for reading!

Didn't wake up from my alarm and can't recall any dreams.

I'm at an indoor swimming pool. I'm participating in an event which has got an Olympic vibe to it. I'm in a team of not sure how many people. Perhaps 4 or 5. We're competing against another team to our right. At the moment that the dream started, I already made it to the other side of the pool and I'm standing on the edge. The event consists out of swimming to the other side and then climbing a tall ladder up out of the water. We're down to our last guy, a man who has already turned grey. He goes from one side of the pool to the other side underwater. I wonder for a moment if that's ok and the judge says it is. While he's climbing the ladder another judge starts shouting something about having to stop. My team member stops, but it is a judge at another event. I tell my member this in Dutch and yell for him to continue. He does, but after a while he doesn't have the strength anymore. I lift the ladder for a bit, wanting to just yank it up together with the guy. I ask the judge if that is cool, but apparently it's not. I put the ladder back down. The guy wants to recharge a bit by swimming in vertical circles underwater. Meanwhile there's a kid competing in the other team, whom is getting help from his team members. They're dragging him across the water in a plastic tub. I start complaining to the judge, who is underwater himself and doesn't notice, nor really cares. I think in the end they win and I get frustrated. There's a volleyball laying at the edge of the water and I think about kicking it away. I don't.

Still in the same area, a lot of people are now sitting on bleachers, including me. A white woman, I think part of the organisation, is giving a speech. I don't recall the exact comparison, but she likens something about this event, a very trivial aspect of it, to the Black Lives Matter movement. I call out bullshit. Shortly after a lot of people raise their index-, middle- and ring finger to the sky, kinda similar to the Hunger Games. I hear the same Mockingjay tune.

This at night.

I'm sitting in a small room in one room apartment with a woman and a man. Man walks to the door and he says "oh man, look at this worm". I'm like "how it got there?" He replies that maybe from some potted house plants.

I'm thinking it's gotta be big, since all those exotic worms are. It starts coming closer to me when he tries to chase it out. I say to him not to chase it towards me. I get a good look at it. It's maybe a foot long (30 cm), shape of a question mark with his head raised. He has a tuft of hair on his head and large eye. He is moving like a slithering sea horse. I grab a piece of cardboard and shoo him away. I can feel him impact it and I can tell he is heavy.

He hides in some bushes and the girl with me sticks her hand in there to look for him. I'm like "you gotta be crazy sticking your hand where you can't see".



This dream from few days ago.
I'm sitting on a low metal roof. I prop myself up with my hands to jump down. What I didn't notice was some flat metal sticking out vertically. It cut both my palm. I go to a guy who is a doctor to ask him if that needs stiches. It's not even bleeding and only thin red line suggests that I have a cut. But he bends my palms and as they separate you can tell they are cut almost all the way through. He probes the wound with his thumb and it gets all messy and bloody. i wonder why, when it's clear it's a big wound.
(few days ago we talked about thumb/palm rc and how I can't do that anymore because it became so real and bloody and painful)