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This is my second success with a wild. Sort of let's say...

Also for the second time I feel like I have a long delay from falling asleep and discovering myself in my room lying on my bed but in a dream.

The first time was shocking and didn't know what to do, also doubt about being actually awake. Not this time. But I was paralyzed. I could touch my body without being able to move my arms, or to better say: I could feel being touched where I wanted to put my hands. Then I could finally move but with enormous difficulty. I realize not being in my bedroom because the wardrobe with the big mirror was gone. This is a big problem for me because I always use the mirror to go out of the room. So I go through the door and I find myself another time in the bed. The movements become more difficult as they were not difficult enough. I decide that this time I try using the window, but as soon as I am out of the bed I find myself belly in the bed. Ready check, I'm awake. I can now move normally.

Vague dream about pianos.
WBTB
I become lucid. I yell something inperceptible and wake up.

Today I met my dream guide for the first time. It all happened while I was completing a task: searching for gold in an old house/warehouse. There were two teams and we were competing against each other as to who finds the gold first. I had several people in my team and only one of them survived. Turns out it was my dream guide who chose to stay unnoticed waiting for me to complete the task.

At some point during the dream I realized it was not real, and in order for me to complete my task and beat the other team, I should create some sort of a secret door to the gold. The old house looked empty at first and I figured there should be a basement. I decided that the gold is there and I created my secret door in the wall in order to get there. Once the door appeared, the game stopped and we decided to divide the gold equally between the two teams. It was the end, task completed.

Once everyone were done wrapping up, my last surviving team mate approached me and told me that I've done well. I saw the clue: the hidden door and used it to achieve my goal. He said that in every dream, there is always a clue that helps us to solve a problem, beat the nightmare or just escape into the next dream. He said that clues are everywhere even when you're running away from someone. It's useful to learn to notice them and use them to your advantage.

He was a tall man, in his 30s, with glasses and a thin, big nose. He looked very familiar but I don't think I saw him or knew him in my real life. He looked very smart and had this "mentor" air around him. I felt secure and safe when I was with him.

He took my hand and we flew very fast, up and up among the clouds. He said that in my dreams I can travel to, and see any part of the Earth. I imagined beautiful snowy mountains and they appeared below us, majestic and calm in their cold beauty. For some reason I knew it wasn't my imagination. It was a real mountain in some real place on Earth. Realizing that, it came to me that I could see what's happening on Earth, right this moment. I decided to fly down the mountain to its base to see what's happening there. I saw a little northern forest and a mother duck with its babies quietly swimming in the pond. It fascinated me.

Once I was done exploring, my Dream Guide took me back to the place where we came from. This time there was a hotel in the place of the warehouse. He told me he wanted to see if I learned my lesson. I found myself inside the hotel and someone was chasing me. Remembering his words, I started looking for clues. There was an odd object at the end of the hotel hall that showed me to go right. I turned and saw a table full of snacks like chocolates and doughnuts. I decided that doughnuts were poisoned and tricked my enemy to eat it. Once he was dead, my Dream Guide appeared and seemed pleased. Once again he told me I did well and took my hand to lead me out of the hotel. On our way out one of the room doors opened and a guy appeared. He saw my Dream Guide and asked me what we were doing here. My dream guide answered he was showing me around, and the other guy smiled approvingly, disappearing back into the room. My gut feeling told me it was someone else's dream guide who happened to open the door to our dream. It was a tall, black gentlemen, with greyish hair and a kind smile.

I'm very excited to meet my Dream Guide for the first time and am looking forward to seeing him again in my next dreams. I'd like to know where he's from and what's his personality like. I have a feeling it's going to be a good encounter.

I awaken myself after some hours of sleep at 5:30 a.m. Eager to break my dry spell of the last days I take a low dose of a nice AchE and go back to bed. A quick WILD attempt brings me into a huge building that looks a much like the famous opera house Colon in Buenos Aires. I walk through the aisle and look for a quiet side room to have the dinner I planned for. Quickly I lose lucidity and the dream, followed by a time of blackness and deep sleep. The AchE did not yet kick in, yet.

Then in a new dream that suddenly started I meet Mona, a girl I was pen pal with in younger years. I recognize her immeditately despite we never met in waking life. She changed her last name to the German word for "leaseholder", probably because she got married. I notice that strange bit and do a reality check (floating), it works and I lift up a little over the floor. Yes! I am Dreaming! We continued to chat and I asked myself if I should awake myself and record the dream, google that strange name. I use a mnemonic trick to remember and continue the dream, losing lucidity later on.
Just to find myself (FA) at my parents place earlier in time. I'm in the kitchen and notice that this must be a very important moment in their timeline. Several reality tests fail, telling me this is real life. But I'm quite sure to be (still) dreaming, and finally the good old push-my-hand-through-solid-stuff works. Now that I'm confirmed fully lucid, I dissolve my dream body, I am no longer phyically there, just an observer. On the table there lies a newspaper, the Süddeutsche Zeitung from August of the year 1985. I listen to my parents talking to each other in another room. When they enter the kitchen, I awaken.

Fragments:
I've finally finished laying out the tiles in my shower, and I'm smearing grout in the gaps between the tiles.

I grab my portable USB powerpack.

In a large dojo style tent with white canvas. There is quite a lot of space about the size of a restaurant
The kids are getting out of hand, although they seem very young and I am training them with some exercise video. I realise the video is on fast speed at the exercises are a little to hard ^^
Someone suggests they do some reading, but I will have nothing of it, lol

There's this man who's gotten himself into some trouble, and I've offered my help in solving that problem. Alternatively, I've told him to speak with a woman who works for me, and she'll help him disappear for a while. When he doesn't come to meet me, I check in with that woman, still in the alley where I'd told the man to meet her, behind the building where she works as a maid, still in her uniform. She tells me the man didn't show. She looks worried. I'm annoyed. I think the man's making a poor decision.

It reminds me of another time. I see a building on top of a lake, a massive black arch. I'd made a deal with a woman that had led to the creation of this structure. She sees it as an architectural wonder and a symbol of her power, influence, capability, something along those lines; I see it as something impermanent. Like Ozymandias. I think of it as foolish. And I thought she would have realized that now that her deal's played out; I'd expected she'd want to make a new deal, to change course, I was looking forward to it. But when she does come to me for something else, it just compounds her original mistake. I'm disgusted but give her what she asks for.

I was having inception style dreams within dreams. In my dream I was laying in bed, the room felt a little bit like a mixture between our current house and our last house. I was setting my intention to lucid dream. D came in and started talking to me. I told him that he's waking me up and that I'm falling asleep and trying to focus. He had a lover with him and she was scoffing at me. I was trying to enter a dream where I was a dolphin flying through the air. I was even waving my hands back and forth as I was trying to focus on it. Then I enter a dream and am in a room talking to a man. I realize I've entered a lucid dream. I say my mantra aloud: Tonight I'm lucid dreaming! Then I repeat it with more power and authority. The dream ends.

The car park is full. Rows and rows of cars in all directions. I drive around trying to find a space. Finally there is a gap... but a large tour bus starts reversing into it. Then there seems to be a space on the right. I drive into the gap and park.

After getting out of the vehicle and checking it is within the white lines, I notice something odd. Next to one edge of the space is what looks like a headstone. It is old and worn, the name carved on it is illegible. Nearby is a stack of rocks - a cairn perhaps, and now, in all directions, more graves. This is probably not a good place to park. I feel that parking here is disrespectful somehow.

While trying to move the vehicle I end up flying in a huge hall, or maybe I have shrunk. The floor of this place has a large stone slab with the name Bathory on it. Immediately this conjures up thoughts of Elizabeth Bathory - the 16th century serial killer with vampiric-tendancies. Things go a bit abstract here - there is an unseen voice speaking to me, something about the Bathory family or a present day descendant. I recall saying "What's he done this time?" - as if it's someone I know, and they are always getting in trouble? Also, I am roleplaying as my character from a tabletop game.

Eventually all this adds up and makes me become lucid. I float down next to a wall and my fingers slide against it to help ground me. Recalling the sled TOTY I phase through the wall and focus on there being a snowy mountain top outside. A snowstorm is in progress and it is bitterly cold. I summon a sled and jump onto it, standing like it is a skateboard. The sled starts to move down the mountain, quickly gathering tremendous speed. I estimate it is travelling around 80-90mph.

It takes around 20 seconds to reach the bottom of the mountain. I make a powerful gesture with my left hand to shatter the earth and make a crack leading down below the surface. The sled continues sliding into the Earth through black rock cave tunnels. This continues for another 20 seconds or so, still at breakneck speed.

Suddenly the floor disappears sending me tumbling through the air. I land in fast flowing water, dragged along by the strong current towards a narrow crack in the rock. There is not much light, just a gentle luminesence from mould growing on the roof of the underground river.

I take a deep breath in to shrink myself enough to pass through the narrow gap without hitting the rocks. The tunnel abruptly stops and the water level drops, leaving me standing in a dark tunnel. At this point my vision spins around to show a massive boulder rolling down the tunnel, Indiana Jones style. Oh shit. I start running, my perspective external to my body, so that it shows me from the front and the boulder rolling behind, like that Crash Bandicoot level.

The camera pans back to normal perspective and I continue sprinting with the rumbling sound of the boulder and the ground shaking violently. Ahead is a wall with two doors, one smaller and then a double width door. I punch the door handle of the smaller exit down while throwing my shoulder against it, stumbling through into an underground station tunnel. There are enemies here, squatting on the ground. They look like morlocks, from the X-Men comics.

Rather than fight them I continue running and dodge past them - the boulder will crush them, and me if I stop. The tunnel becomes so packed with morlocks that it is difficult to find a path through. No... must... run....

I tumble into a false awakening in which my sister is poking me in the ear. "Stop it, no, don't wake me...."

I weas up at the cottage with some girls, their mom, and a guy who was like Evan Cole. We caught him sleeping with the mom and a sister (who ws shewfelt) and then we went to party. The partying was fun, mostly outdoors on lawns.

Eventually I just transitioned to playing first person live overwatch for like an hour of my dream. That was very fun, especially sinc I haven't played in months.

I weas up at the cottage with some girls, their mom, and a guy who was like Evan Cole. We caught him sleeping with the mom and a sister (who ws shewfelt) and then we went to party. The partying was fun, mostly outdoors on lawns.

Eventually I just transitioned to playing first person live overwatch for like an hour of my dream. That was very fun, especially sinc I haven't played in months.

I am looking into a special monitor that tracks people via a hidden camera as they enter and exit a room. As I look into the monitor I suddenly see a couple of Mexican girls enter a hospital room from a camera underneath a bed. As I continue to watch the girls, they begin to morph into my own children. Fade recall.

I am given a gift of a solid 24 ounce gold bar by a black man who resembles the Rev. Jesse Jackson. He tells me that in time I can use the gold bar to insert myself into a FPS video game as the hero-shooter, but, as he says, "You'll have to work up to it." With the bar in my hand, I walk out on a balcony to see my children using it (the gold bar teleported from my hand to theirs) for a carnival game. They fasten it to the "Hit the Bell with the Hammer" game, as the metal piece that slides up to bang the bell when they hit the pad with the hammer. Fade recall.

I am observing a lady sitting by a lake who wants to be alone with a book. A friend soon joins her, and they both walk out on the frozen lake and sit on the ice. I decide to join them. I've brought a ball with me. I kick it hard and it sails far away. The lady with the book gets up to retrieve the ball. Fade recall.

Dreamt 1/06/2017

I'm at college "studying" with a bunch of guys in a library. It must be the 50's or something because everyone is smoking cigarettes inside. Somebody lights up a joint so of course I'm excited, but I wonder if it's shwag because people back then really didn't have great weed. (How I didn't realize I was dreaming at this point blows my mind). I smoke and pass to the guy next to me who takes a hit then is surprised because it tastes way better than cigarettes.

I leave and I'm on campus walking next to a girl and trying to do something on my phone, but it's difficult. I slowly start to wonder if I'm dreaming. I ask the girl next to me if I am, she doesn't know. I pause and think for a bit about it, and I become pretty sure that I am. I pinch my nose and blow through it and I succeed. Okay so I'm dreaming. I stand and think for a bit and I realize that this means I have control now. I'm obviously not as clear-headed as I'd like so I RC again while thinking about how I'm going to fly. As I blow through my nose, I start floating up like a balloon. After I'm higher than the buildings around me, I try moving forward, but I start floating down while I'm going forward like a blimp. I end up on the ground and try again. After a few running jump starts, I get the hang of it. Now I can fly. I fly through the hallways of a couple buildings busting through doors as I go.

I end up in a Chinese style street market on campus. I stop and decide to ask some DCs how to increase my dream control. They start getting angry fast, I fly away. I try to ask my phone, but I don't have enough focus to successfully type out a search. I give up quickly and think about trying to teleport. I realize I have no idea how and no place I want to go, so I end up just flying around for the rest of my dream for fun.

...

I was having some kind of confusing dream about being at a luxurious opera house with my dad and singing. I was up on the balcony, obscured by an odd, curving screen so that the audience couldn't see me and realize that I was the one singing (in the dream I was already a famous singer, and we wanted them to think the person singing was someone else).

Dad was being irritating and peeking around the screen corner trying to "encourage" me. As he kept doing this, I got more and more annoyed and started to miss whole lines of lyrics, until suddenly I grabbed the flimsy screen and threw it at him, completely giving up on my singing responsibilities. As his insincere smile became replaced by a more genuine mix of anger and his trademark disgust, I climbed onto the balcony railing and prepared to throw myself off it. My reasoning was, somehow, that falling to my death was the only way to cap off the entire experience.

That said, although I made an attempt to tip and fall onto my head, I couldn't overcome my instincts to fall feetfirst. I somehow landed safely on the seats below as though they were a flat surface, and began to walk away from the whole thing, when I was struck by the incredibly obvious thought that "This whole thing is a dream!"

For the first time in months, I was actually, truly lucid.

I quickly remembered what I'd need to do for spellbee's dreaming contest. First, a reality check: Still walking away from the site of my failed suicide, I pinched my nose and breathed regardless, enjoying the sensation, the confirmation that I was really dreaming. Next... stabilization. The dream wasn't really unstable, but I said "Stabilize!" out loud anyway, accompanying the words with a sort of calming gesture.

I found myself looking at a wall, unsure of what unrealistic things I ought to do next but certain that I could do anything. Still, I didn't really have ideas for what to do next.

I was still striding swiftly away from the theater as I remembered my three-step task. First: basic summoning. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pear, mindful of step two: eat the thing I summoned. I bit into it, somewhat surprised that the summoning had worked so easily. It really did seem to be a pear, and appropriately juicy. After eating it down to the core, I tossed it aside. Step three was to ask advice from dream characters, and there were a few of them passing me in a group. It would've been easy, but... somehow the idea of asking advice from strangers didn't sit well with me. Because that's what I saw them as: strangers, not inventions of my own head. I think I was beginning to lose my lucidity a little here.

The dream began to take back over, but I had enough clarity of mind to attempt one last dreaming competition-related task. I wanted to go big: perhaps mass TK, something I'd done in a dream before. I wanted to pick up a house, but the dream and my lucidity were beginning to become a bit flimsy. Rather than pick up the house, I believe I picked up a toilet inside it and caused it to rattle around within.

After that I lost my lucidity. When I woke up, I almost forgot that I'd even had a lucid dream. Managed to commit 20 minutes to writing all this out and now I'm going Back To Bed.