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Standardized test
I'm with my parents, sitting at a table in a huge room, waiting to take the 9th grade end-of-year standardized test (even though I'm an adult). Earlier, I saw some of my other friends (including PS), though I don't see them now. I need the test results for something I'm applying for, though I think it's pretty silly. I'm fairly confident in my abilities - after all, I'm a college graduate, so 9th grade stuff should be easy - but what if there's something taught in 9th grade that I've forgotten because it's completely useless? As I'm waiting to be called back to the test, waiters come around to the tables. Some of them are carrying plates and silverware while others are carrying the food, some kind of shrimp/something/something combo. It actually looks pretty tasty, and I look forward to trying it.

I happen to turn around and am surprised to see that the entire room is empty except for us and the table in the corner next to us (the only table I can actually see without turning around). People start filing back in, and I realize I missed the call to use the bathroom before the test starts. I realize my bladder is already uncomfortably full, but it's too late now. I reason that, unlike these kids, I'm an adult, so I can deal with it!

I'm still in the large room, and I'm now looking at a form covering basic information. It asks me some questions about my environment, talks about requirements for getting things initialed, then says I need to initial my neighbor's form and get my own form initialed by my neighbor. I add an asterisk near the top of my page, then trade initials with a girl sitting next to me.

Now I'm in another room sitting at a long table and starting the real test. The first questions have to do with my "disobedience" in not going with the rest of the large group to the bathrooms. I try to defend myself by saying that I didn't see or hear anyone saying to go. One lady takes a hard line, but another defends me. Now I'm onto another section of the test. Each question has a whole list of possible answers, and I have to check any or all of them which I believe are correct. The first question asks about "Christians killed." The possible answers are all pretty bizarre; some are names, some are numbers. I ask a proctor for clarification but don't get anything useful. I end up choosing ones that sound right (I remember checking 170,000 among others). Now I'm onto some simple math questions, which I breeze through. I laugh at the question about calculating the CIT of an angle (dream-me thought that CIT was just another trig operation ...). After finishing all of the questions, I take a quick look over them, to make sure everything looks right, then turn it in.

Now I'm walking with a male proctor. We enter the aviation museum / base, walk past the gift shop, and go through a guarded door. The guard lets me pass without question since I'm with the proctor. Now I'm sitting down looking at the test results (my parents are there too). Each page of the test flashes up quickly on a screen, and it's hard to see what's right, what's wrong, and what my score is. As best as I can tell, I get the first two pages (basic questions and Christian deaths) wrong, but everything else is correct. At one point, a lady stops the presentation to go into detail about a page asking about a stone with a fish on top of it. Once it's all over, it displays my final score of 100%, which I find odd since I got at least two questions wrong. Oh well.


Space game
I'm playing a game (looks like Astroneer) in which I'm controlling a guy in a space suit running around on a barren planet. The gravity is very low, and he's able to jump a long way. Eventually, I come across a HUGE building. Getting closer, I can see that it's in extreme disrepair. It almost looks "shattered," and I expect that the slightest touch will probably bring the whole thing crashing down. Looking through some windows, I see what I believe is a glowing portal. I can probably use it to travel to another planet - if I can get to it without collapsing the whole place. Even if I can use it, it would probably destroy the building in the process, so it would be a one-way trip. Now three other people are near me, and we're talking about the game. I love games like this which have a shared, procedurally generated, semi-private persistent world. As we're talking about the almost-destroyed building, one of the players mentions that equipping a pair of <things> on my backpack and harvesting the terrain will occasionally fling me to a nearby planet. I don't like relying on randomness, but it seems to be my best option, so I decide to give it a shot.

Now I'm looking at a map of the solar system. The planet I'm on is colored white while unexplored planets are gray. White arrows point from my planet to others which are currently reachable. I start jumping around, going from planet to planet. I can't control where I go - I follow one of the arrows at random - but I hope that I'll be able to explore the whole system before too long, or to find a more reliable method of transport. I happen across a function which simulates where a space ship would take me - I can move around a straight line, and it highlights all the planets it's above - and I realize that there must be a way to build a spaceship (otherwise why would this function exist?).


Hoarder cleanup
I'm working outside my house. There are piles of old, broken stuff everywhere - it seems the previous owner was a hoarder. I've got other people working with me, and so far we've managed to pile things up well enough to make paths between the piles. We're working near a tall fence with a closed gate, and the lighting is poor.


Travel schedule
I'm trying to make a travel schedule for going to England. I think the trip will probably be nine days, since we'll probably be gone for two weekends plus the days in-between (it seems a shame to "waste" "free" vacation days over the weekend). As I think more about it, I realize that's probably not realistic; instead, we'll probably be flying out on a Saturday morning and returning the following Saturday evening so we have all day Sunday to recover before having to go back to work on Monday.


Controller configuration
I'm watching a couple of people flying characters over a kind of park area (trees overhead, walkways and fountains). One of them is using my Steam Controller, and he's complaining that I did a poor job setting it up for this game, since some of the controls aren't mapped. He ends up opening a gate by the expedient of sending his character ramming into it. Next to him, another guy is playing with a traditional controller. Supposedly he's doing better, but he's pushing buttons and moving hand positions faster than I can follow. The clicking of his controller buttons sounds like machine gun fire.


Dangerous swim
I'm moving through a place with many fairly narrow (20-30 feet) strips of water, then land, then water, then land. I've just started swimming through some water, and somehow I know there's a shark down below me. I hope that he stays deep and doesn't come up near the surface. As I look down, I see a red "x-ray" outline of a fisherman. At first, I think he must be in the next body of water, but I quickly realize the angle is wrong for that; he must be down under me somewhere. Now I'm on land, well past where I was before, and I approach a huge hole in the ground. I realize the fisherman is down there somewhere and start to look for a safe way down.


Fragments:
A mountain road

Mixed-up clothing

We’re hosting a huge Christmas party at my house, open to pretty much anyone we know (neighbors, old friends, high school teachers, etc.). I’m on cleanup duty, which is basically a never-ending job, since people keep dropping the glasses on the tile floor in the kitchen, shattering them and sending glass shards everywhere. I finally get fed up with cleaning up broken glass, so I passed the broom to my brother and walked towards the back door. My music pastor and an old friend of mine both walk in. The pastor’s incredibly impressed with the amount of Christmas decorations, while my other friend (who’s really into cars and mechanical engineering) comments on a spare engine we have laying in our backyard. I carry on a conversation with them, but really I’m not paying attention and instead am looking forward to playing Rock Band with them.

I’m playing a 3DS game where your character is flying around through some obstacles, and you have to move the 3DS around to control which direction you fly in. I play for a while before I realize I don’t have the 3D setting on, so I turn it on, and suddenly I’m a lot more immersed in the game, until after a while I’m no longer playing the game and I’m actually in the game, flying around various levels with incredible ease. I find myself at one point in a high school building, going through a couple different classrooms, rubbing my hand across the ceiling as I glide effortlessly around with no particular goal in mind. A couple students tell me I should “Peter Pan” - fly around with my hands on my hips like Robin Williams does in Hook. I do this for a while, despite the fact that it looks and feels somewhat silly.

I wake up to my WBTB alarm, but immediately after turning it off I fall back into another short dream. I’m at what seems to be a circus of some type, standing in front of a big, yellow, old-fashioned marquee. There’s some kind of stand-up comedian nearby telling jokes, and as he speaks, his words show up on this marquee. At one point he says, "Ladies, always avoid dating a guy who's into circuses. He'll promise you a night of magic and excitement, but ultimately you'll end up with two half-deflated balloons and extra justification for your fear of clowns." He then ends up saying something equally hilarious about women in relationships, but I forgot because I was cracking up from the first comment, so much so that I actually woke up again laughing like crazy.

While I was up, I decided to do an actual WBTB for a few minutes before going back to sleep. I’m now at my college, moving stuff in for the start of my next school year. My new dorm room is huge, about the size of a basketball court. It’s big enough for 6 bunk beds and a loft, plus a large common area in the middle. Plus, it’s on the corner of the building, so there’s large windows on two walls, allowing me to see the entire night-time city skyline from several floors up. I quickly realize that it’s someone 1am, way past curfew, but I still have half my items that I need to bring in. Plus, I realize that I left my TV that I was gonna take at home, 800 miles away, so there’s no way for me to go back to get it. Another guy is moving into this huge room, but accidentally drops his large TV at the foot of one of the bunk beds, causing some of the support beams to almost melt away. I realize this is weird, so I stop and think about where I’m at. “I’m such an idiot - I graduated college months ago. I’m dreaming!”

From the get go this dream is incredibly stable, so I don’t even bother doing any more RCs or stabilization. I see my brother who for some reason is here - he has a slightly alarmed look on his face. I explain to him that this is a dream, and to prove it to him, I grab his arm and tell him to look at me. He focuses on my face, and so I casually will us both upwards until we’re both flying. My brother is incredibly excited by this - so much so that when we touch back down, he tries to test his new skills by jumping out the window. I chase after him, only to find out that the dorm room is now about 50 stories up, so it’s a long way down. I straighten my body out to become more aerodynamic until I catch up to my brother, who is freaking out because he can’t control his descent. It’s hard to hear him at first because of the sound of the wind whipping past us, but I eventually remind him that this is a dream, so even hitting the ground at top speed wouldn’t hurt a bit. We keep plummeting until we reach terminal velocity, and then splash down into a lake. The initial shock of the water is jolting, but ultimately both of us are unscathed.

The dream transitions to somewhere else. I’m now lying on my back in a large green field. My center of vision is strangely slightly underneath me, in the ground about a foot or two, so I can see my body and the grass around me, but not the sky. Still, everything feels incredible, and I spend about 5 minutes just enjoying how everything feels. I can sense every single blade of grass against my body, and I can feel a cool breeze blowing above me. I can even feel the earth rotating beneath me, until it starts rotating a little funny. I start to feel less like I’m lying on the ground, but more like I’m tethered to a grassy ceiling, suspended over the endless expanse of the sky. My euphoria is cut short by the feeling of a cat jumping on my chest, and I’m pulled out of my trance to see that I’m lying on the floor of my house. I sit up and notice a weird old lady who is reciting some kind of script, and I realize that I’m in some kind of weird commercial for cat food. I tell the lady her commercial is dumb, and then leave through the back door.

There’s a lot going on in my backyard. There’s a goat on our roof, a fox on top of my car, a ton of crows flying everywhere, and a single random tree that’s caught fire. I try to think of some other tasks to score some points, but for some reason I think I’ve already done them (I thought that interact with an animal was a personal task, that teaching a DC to fly was a TOTM, and that I had already done all my 3-step tasks). I decide to try for some time control, so I reach out my hand and will everything to slow down. After a few seconds, everything starts moving in slow motion - I can see every wing flap of the crows, and the fire is now moving much slower than before. I try to jog my memory for some more score categories, but then I’m woken up by my morning alarm.

3 NLDs - 3
WBTB - 2
DILD - 10
Interact with a DC - 2
Fly - 5
Invulnerability - 5
Dream Theme (lake) - 5
Time Control - 10

Night 10 Total - 42 pts

The dream started with a very familiar theme. I was standing in my home street with no real goal and without anything on my mind. It was a bit like taking a stroll. At some point the dream stopped and I awoke for a short amount of time. Luckily, I started exactly where I had stopped before when I fell asleep again.

Instantly I recognized the situation and became lucid. Remembering my goal to improve my telekinesis I searched for a fitting object that looks challenging. Well, there was no need to look around for too long in a street like that. Those cars were just too perfect! I approached a black one slowly and tried to lift it up by swinging my right arm into the air. Hmmm, nothing. Time for a different tactic! I use my usual phrase that I am already in perfect control of everything around me as it is created by me, just not conciously. Now I used both arms and if I was not mistaken the car moved an inch or so. That is far from satisfying though, so I decided to summon some help. A guy in a hoody and a girl with blond hair appeared to my left and right side. I ma fairly sure that I have already seen the man before when he helped me with another power. What a reliable person.

Now we all lifted our arms into the air over and over and the car shaked more and more until it levitated like two centimeters above the ground and softly fell back on it. One day I will send this thing flying by my own... very soon.

21 Jan

At an unknown outdoors location, after something has gone slightly wrong. I am sitting on a bench/couch, when this weird DC joins me. I tk a door closed to demonstrate my powers. The DC talks extensively, mentions a number of sci-fi books that merit reading. A lot of things in these books are true, he says. He's a representative of an ancient alien humanoid looking race that used to inhabit the solar system a long time ago.

As he speaks, we find ourselves flying in space among planets. He explains that in the past all planets were inhabited by his people. I feel amazed at this statement. We now fly by the moon and I see it covered with cities and buildings under construction. He pauses for a moment, thinking that I am not interested or don't understand. Please, go ahead with the story, I want to learn more, I say.

He then tells me, they also used to control time. They could see the future, and then would try to change it by making it come true. I am confused, but he emphasizes this point, when they want to avoid an outcome they actually make it happen. I see a visualization of planets and civilizations as he speaks, but I still don't understand.

23/1/17
Dream 1: There were two kids playing magic the gathering with no idea of the rules or anything, just chucking down cards.

Dream 2: I was having lunch outside with my family, my dad and grandparents have gotten tickets to see Bruce Springsteen I think, they are excited. Also talk about some bit of football memorabilia they bought.

Dream 3: I was going around some tennis courts, it was sopping wet with rain, and collecting people's used tennis balls.. I also threw some things off a cliff

Dream 4: I was watching an old football game between a university team and a Chinese team, talking with my brother about how old that was and how things have changed.

Fragment: Something about not being a vampire.

D1: I keep having lucid dreams about my husband but we are both young & don't look like us. It's really odd. I've had 4 this week like this. They are just of us spending time together. I think it may be because we are really enjoying changing things in our house. We are almost done hanging these Led Starry String lights w/ remote. It makes our living room & dining room have this nice warm calming feeling. And we now have a cheaper way to fix couple of other things. It's so liberating after raising our 4 kids!

D2: Chained right on into this dream by walking through a door. I was w/ my ex-girlfriend in a setting that looked something like the Domestic Violence Shelter where had met. It used to be an old school & very nice. Kind of like a dorm w/ a gourmet looking kitchen w/ sitting rooms and such. I've mentioned her a few times on here & the fact that we were best friends before our relationship. We had a falling out so we don't talk anymore but I think of her now & then because she has cancer. This dream was particularly odd. She looked younger & really thin. She acted like I knew she would. I seem to always become lucid where she is concerned & this was no exception. I just spent time talking to her even though she wasn't being sincere & being manipulative as usual. I just wanted to stay there a while regardless to see what I could learn. I think I've learned that I have made peace w/ this situation but it's sad nonetheless.

D3: I was still lucid & chained right into a different setting by using the technique of looking at a single inanimate object. I was looking at a bed first & then a door. I walked right into a woman's house. Her grown man child was talking to her like a dog. I was very calm as I was in the last 2 dreams. I was very focused on the very white walls of an apartment. It was very very nice. I could have done some cool stuff but I'm working on the details & control so I just comforted her & helped her stand up her son & his friends. My control over my emotions was very new in dreams. It's the one place you can do things you probably won't do in real life or on rare occasions. But calm or more accurate peaceful, in dreams is strangely hard for me. I took the time to do this as I walked in & out the door. I woke up feeling like I did a meditation. It was very serene.

I was talking to A.W on the phone after a very bizarre sleepover. I was outside with a bunch of people on a balcony overlooking a lake at sunset. I was telling her about dream signs and she said, “So all you’re really looking for is Josh, right?” and I said, “Not necessarily.” I named off a couple of dream signs like seeing blackness when a dream ends. Then I saw a black truck drive by on top of the water and added, “…or a truck driving on the water..” Then I started to question if I was actually dreaming. It was hard for me to believe and the dream didn’t feel very stable but somehow I concluded that I was dreaming. I jumped around and celebrated for a moment then I turned to the girl behind me and said “Please go get my dream guide. We’re supposed to meet here.” She left and while she was gone I did the stabilization trick of getting on all fours. I could feel the heaviness of of my body on my hands and knees and I could see the grains of wood with some detail, but what really stood out to me was my hands. They were small and the fingers were different sizes. Like deformed, mutated baby hands. It’s the first time the hand RC worked for me. By now, it was dark outside. The girl came back with something long wrapped in her dress. Wtf? I unraveled it and she scolded me for being rough so I apologized. It was a just a long frayed electrical wire with a handle. I was like, “Oh well, I might as well try to change this and use it to summon my dream guide.” I focused my attention on it and suddenly the wire mended itself, grew really long, twisted around, whipped around, and pulsed with electricity. I pointed it at the sky and willed a button to emerge on the handle. I clicked the button and made a gun shooting noise with my mouth and imagined fireworks. Instantly the device made a loud gun sound and moments later a dull firework went off. That was my signal to my dream guide, who I never did find. I was trying to think of what to do next and I remember the TOTM was to get a massage. As I was walking around, the dream ebbed and flowed between vividness and vagueness. I kept looking at my hands to confirm that I was dreaming. Mostly my hands looked mutated, sometimes they looked normal except my fingers would get stuck in weird positions. I told myself, “I really am grateful for real life. Lucid dreams can be weird.” I was generally unhappy with my environment, it was dark. I was in an empty parking lot for a moment and then at a hospital. I asked one of the male receptionists for a quick massage and he looked at me like I was crazy. I went around the right corner and found a small office with two local men and said, “Excuse me, physical therapy. I have a knot in my right shoulder, could you please rub it for me? I don’t want a back adjustment or anything.” They told me I didn’t have anything wrong. They explained why it was obvious and started talking about a medical book. I was like, “Yeah, okay, but I really am sore right here so if you could just massage it for a minute that would be great.” One reluctantly agreed and gave me the crappiest massage ever. Massages in real life are way better. I could hardly feel it. Not to mention, it was awkward because of my DC’s apprehension. Afterwards, I went outside thinking of what to do next. I remembered one of my goals is lucid sex. But this dream felt a little dark and it’s not the place I wanted to have sex, nor could I find anybody worth having sex with, and clearly my summoning was not successful. I decided this dream had been long enough and I better write it down before I forget it even happened. I started walking inside and the dream began fading into an NLD. The dream was going to turn scary as I walked down a hallway but I tried to stop it and it turned more into a movie with Dax Shepherd’s wife running an election. Someone brought out newborn wild cats like a tiger and jaguar. I pet them happily and said “Too bad I didn’t put this on my competition goals list, I could have gotten points!” (It’s true that petting a tiger is on my personal LD bucket list).

MILD seems to be my most reliable method at this point (but I’m still hoping I can get DEILD to work for me at some point). I didn’t even think my intentions were very strong tonight because I didn’t seriously start thinking about LD’s until right before falling asleep. I said my mantra, “Tonight I’m lucid dreaming” over and over until I fell asleep. As I was starting to fall asleep I would notice myself in subtle dreamscapes, mostly of being at a royal masquerade ball. During this I practiced remembering to be lucid. I did have mugwort tea about a half hour before bed, but I have taken that once or twice before with no success. I had a few vivid dreams (2 NLD) and did a brief wbtb. I set my intention to remember to lucid dream, but again I feel that it wasn’t particularly strong. I don’t even remember falling back asleep. Then all of a sudden I had a DILD because I was talking about lucid dreaming in my dream!

This makes for 3 LD’s in one month, not bad!

I was carrying a black and yellow tent with a bulletproof window. This allowed me to closely approach a guy with a gun on the huge, inflatable yacht. I climbed up a small area with difficulty. (it was inflated plastic) I was constantly getting shot at.

I was listening to the Joe Rogan podcast in my house while chilling with Galen. Joe was talking about some awesome personal stories, and suddenly I look over and he was just in my kitchen. We were actually at the kitchen of my work where we were bouncers together, and I needed to be shirtless. I asked him about this one story and he called it the valentines day story. I can't remember what it was but I remember thinking it was just mind blowingly funny.

As we went outside on the balcony, the guy from the story ran by on the sidewalk. I yelled out "That is the most B celebrity I've ever seen" and everyone laughed.

I was in a seemingly ordinary room, white-walled and minimally furnished, when something unusual caught my eye. Near the leg of a chair was a tiny little human, no more than two inches high. Closer inspection revealed that it was Donald Trump!

Trying to figure out what was going on, I remembered hearing that this room had been designed as a sort of art installation by the punk rock impresario Malcolm MacLaren. All the furniture was subtly oversized in order to make one feel smaller, maybe even bring back memories of navigating the grown-up world as a child. But what I was seeing now was a much greater shift of scale than I would have expected. Just how big is this furniture, if it makes a grown man look only two inches tall? I knew that Malcolm MacLaren had been rich, but it would have cost a fortune to build an installation to a scale like that!

Then I realized that my scale was perfectly ordinary in relation to the furniture, which could mean only one of two things. If the furniture were vastly oversized, then I too must be an enormous giant, so that if I left this room I would be blundering through the city like godzilla... but that seemed unlikely. I was pretty sure that I remembered being in ordinary scale to the world outside this room. The other possibility was that Donald Trump is actually only two inches tall. That made a lot more sense, given the extent of his overcompensatory bluster. I wondered if it might help if other people came to perceive this.

...

I am working at an old funeral home in New Braunfels, Texas -- my old place of employment IRL. I am back on call with the other funeral directors and embalmers, rotating the nightly death calls. I am in the prep room (the place where all the embalming and cosmetic restoration goes on) talking with my co-workers and they are glad to have me back. I too am glad to be back. I am looking forward to embalming again (embalming was very relaxing and even therapeutic for me IRL). One thing keeps nagging at me: my embalming and funeral director licenses are all expired. I never renewed them after I left the industry three years ago. I now regret letting them expire.

I leave the funeral home on a motorcycle. This motorcycle has manifested before in other dreams (I do not drive a motorcycle IRL). I drive out to the country to be by the water. I roll up to a gothic-style iron fence. The fence has sharp spears on the rails and it surrounds a heavily-wooded estate. The mansion of the estate is located deep within the woods somewhere. A man suddenly appears at the fence. He is a brown-skinned Latino guy who reminds me of Paco Hewlette, a Puerto Rican kid who once lived next door to me. He is the neighbor of whoever lives behind the iron gate. He invites me over to his place. I park the motorbike beside the iron gate and walk over to his house, which is right on the water. He has a dirty swimming pool in the back of his house next to the lake. He invites me into the pool. As I sit across from him in his dirty pool, I see that the water in the pool is actually crystal-clear; it only looks dirty because there are strange dark objects floating in it. I am not able to define what these "things" are, but they do not defile the water. We are safe, and the water is clean. I am very relaxed. We are drinking good beer from glass bottles and smoking Cuban cigars.

I hear a noise and look over to see a city parade going down the road where I had parked my motorbike. There are all kinds of exotic animals in this parade: horses, llamas, goats, bears, elephants. The animals are dressed up in brilliant gold costumes and march down the road in obedient precision. I realize this is Paco's parade (or whatever the name of this dream character in the pool with me is). The house, the land, the gate, the animals all belong to Paco's father. There are people gathering along the sides of the road with cameras, and spectators are stopping their cars to get a glimpse of the parade. Suddenly, people are everywhere. This parade, it turns out, is a big event and it happens at this time every year. It's a famous parade, a staple of the community. Looking at all the exotic animals march down the road, I turn to my friend in the pool and say, "I guess this what you can do when you have more money than you know what to do with." Fade recall.

Other isolated fragments from the night include:

(1) I am with a friend walking around in the "underground district" of some unknown city. We are trying to get into a mysterious club after hours. The outer walls are made of stone, and the archway entrance resembles a Mediterranean garden (2) I am driving around the same city with a short-haired pug dog on my lap. I love the dog. He feels good and warm on my lap and he really enjoys me petting him. (3) I am in an apartment on a military base somewhere. Suddenly, from out in the distance, I hear a loud "Oorah!" as someone guns an engine and a car peels away. Marines are here on the post, apparently, and there is a party going on somewhere. Dreamt 1/09/2017

Poor recall generally. But went to bed at like 3-4am so what do you expect. Had to really dig for a long time to come up with anything.

+ vague situations with people

+ pulling into a gas station. I have a heightened awareness for a little bit where I think this may be a dream but it quickly fades. Noticing the paths out of the station and how cars are driving away

+ in a gym, looking at a piece of exercise equipment, wondering how it works since I don't see the usual column of weight plates.

+ in former adult CA home [felt like it but nothing in common with real one] (with wife?) there's not much floor room around the bed. Notice that there is a very large, cream-colored bean bag outside on a covered porch, and I'm wondering if I should bring it inside to keep it safe from the weather. I'm not too concerned since the cover is probably sufficient to keep it out of the rain.

Monday again and again i could sleep in after K. has to go to work. this time i tried lying on my back to increase chances because lets be honest my performance is pretty much a shame this comp. so yea here the lucid parts:

-i seem to be in a mix of climbing room and class room. one or two people climb on this very small, maybe 3 meters high, climbing wall. there is one dude that seem to be crazy. he climbs and jumps around like a lizard. i watch him and it seems odd but fair enough people are strange.
there is an instructor that starts talking something but stops in the middle and just leaves the room. all students or what stand there with no clue. i run after the instructor and feel angry. he is fast and we move thru several rooms. i tell him how stupid he is and that he just cant leave like this. he can instruct us fully and then leave because then we can practice but like this everybody is just standing around. i start noticing that i am at my old school in the aula and i pass a girl that i didnt see for years but i seem to know her. she smiles and i smile back. we only have eye contact for a second.
this makes me lucid. i confirm it with a nosepinch and move on. the fact that i saw someone that i didnt saw for years in waking life sparkles my interest. i say out loud that i want to see Daniel from way earlier when i lived in a different city and went to kindergarten or elementary school. i cant even remember how he looked in waking life but i look into a specific corner and there are two guys. they turn and look at me and we both start smiling like you are really happy to see someone from your old past. i approach them and he seems familiar even tho i already in dream know that i cant confirm his look. he looks older than i remember him. maybe 15-20? we dont talk and i urge myself to not get lost in senseless semilucid stuff.
so i turn around and continue. i remember the weekly task but that seems to much now. i remember totms to make points. the first one i remember is basic I: find a present under a christmastree.
i turn around and i am pretty sure that a little down the hall there will be such a tree. i look thru some glass doors and already spot something that might be the tree. i start running to it and start running way faster than in waking possible but i feel like still not fast enough so i stop and try to zoom in like gab described. i try to focus the tree and see a detail more detailed i feel like the picture gets bigger and i get closer without moving. the tree is near now and i phase thru the last glass door without any effort at all or too much noticing it. it is a christmastree but i think a fake one made out of plastic. there is a table next to it and now i look for the present. there are two transparent boxes on the table that might be presents but one can see the content and it looks like something for the tree or something not interesting atleast. so i search the ground and look under the table. after some moments i notice one present and second later several more. they are flat and made out of folded napkins or something similar. i try to open one but i find more layers of napkins. after two or three i put it down and open another one. there i find money. i pick up the first again and try some more layers until i feel like i am in the middle. dont know if it is completely empty or there was a piece of plastic in it but nothing one could call a present. the picture gets black and i start rubbing my hands after noticing that i am not awake yet. a voice is talking to me and i try to think about a next good goal to continue the lucid. all i know i wake up shortly after i think because K. woke me to say bye (i had earplugs and a sleeping mask so i just turned on my side and had one nld)


after a short wakening i turn back on my back and fall asleep pretty fast.
-i wake up in the back of a car. i feel disoriented. the car parks on a traffic island. i feel that my head or my upper body lies pretty wide outside near the street so i crawl back inside. i feel that i have earplugs in and my sleeping mask on my head but not on my eyes. this seem to be the car of a friend F. i turn on some music or music is already playing but i turn it a little louder? there is a lot of stuff flying around in this car. because i feel so disoriented i think i took drugs the night before.
i get a little nervous and i see in the backmirror that a cop is approaching the car. damnit. i remove the earplugs as good as i can but i have not only earplugs but some more small stuff in my hands. i feel thirsty. i look around and the cop is right at the drivers window. he knocks against the window and i open it and try to smile. he tells me to turn off the music and get out of the car. now that i removed the earplugs i feel like the music is pretty loud and i had the trunk open. maybe that brought the attention of the cop on me?
i turn the music down and notice that it is hardmetal... stuff i dont even hear. damn it seem that i have taken drugs, this car might be full of them because its F.´s and i am parking on a traffic island... bad start for something like this. i get out of the car and really would love to drink something but i follow the cop away from my car. he tells me to stand on a line infront of him. i pass him and go to the point. i stop and ask him "here?" "no further right" i do a big step to the right "no not so far back to the left" i move back to the left. i turn around and face him and try to not move insecure and smile as sweet as i can. he shows me how i should walk the line. at the beginning it looks simple but he gets more and more strange and funny and in the end it has similarities to a robotdance. i need to smile because my optics change and his body looks a little distorted.
suddenly the picture zooms out into the sky and back in and now i seem to be in the desert on a cliff. there is no cop anymore but i feel like i still have to do the line walk. i walk it and dance it and get lucid by it. the visuals change back and i am in a street again. the cop is still gone. i want to go back to my car and the that it is towed away right into an underground parking. i follow the car and i see a small checkpoint with something smiliar to a policeman inside. there is a line of cars waiting to get inside. i jump up, float over a car and dive into the next. in the millisecond i cant decide where exactly i want to be and i phase into the back or the trunk of the car and the perspective changes to 3rd person.
wow nice i wanted to to this anyway. at the beginning i float over the car but i relax and manage to move into the parking lot/building without getting noticed. i pass a room where on the left side there are at least 5 cops that seem to be a little bit more hardcore than a meter made. i turn right and pass directly two more of them. i decide to want a body again and feel that i start walking again. i pass a woman that seem to restrict the entrance of the area. she looks at me but dont do anything. i think about how good it would be to be invisible but no can do... now it feels more like in prison. i stand infront of a thick door with no window. i try to phase or squeeze thru it but i seem to have a logjam. there are some guys around and one opens simply the door for me so i pass thru.
now there is a dome out of glass and metal and here i can phase easily thru. the guy that opens the door follows me and is impressed "ah you are one of those guys" we walk over a thin metal pole over a river. there are a lot of cacti around. he says something like "look what a finish i can do" and he jumps into the water looking lame but without even one single droplet of water splash up. i get a little more awareness and remember my 3 step task. i want to unsummon something. i look around and see a hill full of cacti and rocks. behind there is blue sky with some clouds and sun. i wipe around at the top of the hill and want to make those cacti go so i can have a better look on the sky. it works like a charm and all thats left is the blank hill. even tho i dont move actively, just standing on the pole i notice that we move upstream. my next 3 step is mass tk. i point at some other cacti left of me and want to lift all at once. they start shaking and a lot of pollen seem to fly up but the cacti dont disroot. thats a shame. i feel like i cant concentrate appropriately because i am moving the whole time. i decide to go to the river and try again. i do a mixture of jumping, floating and shorty tying to leave my body/get 3rd person witch results in nothing but a fall into the water. i swim shortly but wake up after.

I am at a train-station.
There is snow so appears to be like wintertime, but in a weird way I know I am in a warm country where winter with snow never happen. It is a dry and warm country in reality, the winter is meaningful in some way. There is someone with me, constantly behind my back and following. Its a friend.
The country is a foreign place for me, a country far away, and we are both taking pictures with our cameras.
I have noticed that mine has a very long lens on it, and I can zoom in very far. Its an interesting function, it takes some time for me to adjust and focus the camera. But at some point I succeed.
I walk around in the train station and take photo after photo. Some are meaningless and not beautiful or interesting in any way. But every now and then I am surprised by how well a photo has turned out.
I walk to another platform, where a train has arrived. People walk out of the train and there is a lot of hustling and bustling, people everywhere. Again I take a lot of photo's.
The now empty train is soon going to a new place, so new people are going towards it to step inside and make their journey.
People come form all corners and they even walk on the train track. It appears to be a country where a lot of people with dark hair live. I am not sure which country.
I take a picture of how they walk towards and enter the train.
When I look at the screen of the camera, I am utterly amazed by the beauty of the picture. Some people, people that are on the move, appear like a blur. Others are clear and colorful. I cannot explain what it looked like, it seemed a very balanced out picture.
A flow of beautiful people leaving, on a journey. For some reason it has a significance that I do not fully grasp.