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I seem to be back in my old house in M---, in the dining room/weight room area (an odd combination that is actually true to life rather than your standard oneiric mash-up). I'm reading a poem that is supposedly by Heine. It’s a sort of varied, complex, allusive thing that somehow manages to be beautiful while also having real matter to it. But as incredible as it is, there’s also a real sense it which it doesn’t speak to modern people anymore. That means there’s an opportunity for a modern take—which is an intimidating prospect since whatever I’d write would inevitably be held up next to this one.

While pursuing this line of thought, I’ve gotten up and started walking towards the front door. The part about the different Chinese dynasties—well, no question what that would have to be now. In the original, it was totally an indirect criticism of his government—you had to be indirect about it in those days.

I now seem to be packing for a trip I’m going to take with some friends. The next part I remember clearly is being in a train station rather like the one in Kassel, waiting for my train. But I notice I haven’t brought my heavy coat with me, and since we’ll be camping, I could really be missing it if the weather turns cold. I also have some plastic boxes, one of which is filled with cheese? Why is this even here?

Looking at an analog clock, I see I still have 20 minutes left before my train arrives, and that’s enough time to pack more sensibly since I only have to go down a hallway to get to my house. I picture the hallway: it’s reminiscent of the one between Penn Station and Madison Square Gardens in NYC.

There seems to be another shift here: I’m now watching a video— like animated drawings, black and white. It’s about three girls, one of whom I know is me, although they are all represented identically. There is also music in the background: a bouzouki playing a cheerful melody.

According to the narration, the three girls created a world together. But this doesn’t seem quite right to me. The images are definitely showing them doing it one at a time, but the narration seems to be referring to it as a single event. Perhaps the video is just showing it that way in order to make the levels of ontological priority clear? No, the video clarifies, it really did happen three separate times. The one who is me did it the first time, and then, a while later, each of the others—but it was somehow harder for them because each time, it had grown colder there.

And now I actually seem to be there, walking through the scenery as it’s snow falls. There are graves there, marked by headstones—the graves of the two other girls, I realize. This does not compute—especially the incongruity with the background music, which has failed to reflect the dark turn this scene has taken and is continuing on as cheerfully as before—and I wake up.

But the last phrase of the music was still clear enough in my memory to where I was able to record it:



As of waking up, it was on its second repetition. My guess is that this isn’t an original creation. It just seems so familiar—but then, so many things in dreams do.

18.3.18

Dreams from march seventeenth to eighteenth, 2018

These dreams made me pull out the guitar the next day so I could play guitar in lucid dreams again. It was so cool.

Groop 1

These were the dreams from the first time I woke up. I think I had a job at a department store like Sears somewhere in there.

My memory starts with this guy (hidden)and some other people on line to get food. (hidden) has prepared some kind of red meat dish. The red meat looks really tender. I am second in line. I seem to get a smaller piece than I expected. I go to try to get another piece. I am picking up an onion out of the tray and saying how I can’t tell the difference between the onion and the meat.

We all go to sit in this room to eat. I am sitting along the side of the wall with some other people. The guy next to me is saying something about (hidden) and how there was some predictions for 2017 and 2018. In the dream it might be 2023. I am skeptical of the whole group at first. But then I am telling the guy next to me how they are good people because they helped me order a ower tool I needed. (hidden)The next parts I can remember are in some class room settings. In the first class room setting, I have some kind of thing that needs to be graded in the teachers office. The class is in session and I am sitting there with the other kids, while the teacher teaches. My plan is to put my head down on the desk, close my eyes, and use telekinesis to move my project around in the teacher’s office. I just hope no one will walk in while it is floating around. This seems like a viable plan.

In the second class room setting, there are students taking turns giving a presentation about apples. The first student goes and finishes. It becomes the next day and another student goes. There is something where I have a text menu on my phone that shows I have 23 to 24 videos. It reminds me of my You Tube channel. I have to select an option from a drop down menu. The lettering is orange and the back ground is white. The selector is a little sideways triangle. There is something about needing a paid account.

Also, in the class room part, there is something about how if I just play a sport, or go into weight lifting, and take classes, and get good grades, it’s like I won’t really be a person on the inside. I will be focused on all these external results but not really looking within myself.

There is something about being at a mall, with signs around.

(hidden)Before I recalled these I was thinking about something with a grey garage door in a walk around the neighborhood. At first I felt like I would totally blank on dream recall for these but they started to flow back to my mind. I think my affirmations helped me stay more optimistic.
(hidden)I woke up from those and thought them through. They seemed to come to me alright. This is a pretty good dream recall compared to other first groops of dreams.

I had some trouble falling back to sleep. I got on my exercise bike and my legs went for what seemed like a while. Then I stretched and fell back to sleep a lot easier. I need to use my exercise bike more anyway since my knees are on the fritz.

Guitar Chords!

Here is a fun L D I had. It started out with me being in a fight with my Dad. Maybe something to do with a chalk board. And I was listening to some Binaural Beats. There was a peaceful woman’s voice playing, giving some kind of instructions for a pre bed meditation. There was also something about how I needed to go into the hall way or bathroom for something, but I didn’t want to get the hall light or night light in my eyes, since this would disturb my sleep. I was also kind of justifying the angry things I said to my Dad, in my mind. I think I went to sleep within the dream? Or did anything else happen? Well, here is the next part I remember.

I find myself in a replica of my basement at 15 Swoo, playing my Ibanez guitar. I realize it is a dream. This is cool. (I am not sure what triggered lucidity but I just suddenly saw it as a dream!)

I am trying to play an E minor chord, without labeling it in my mind as such. My fingers keep slipping to the first fret of the A and D strings though, instead of the second fret. The basement is very brightly lit. I can see some white square across the way. Once I get my fingers to go to the second frets to make an E minor Chord, I think of the D minor chord. However, I put my fingers to what is actually a C major chord, while in the dream, thinking of it as D minor. The sound is really loud and like a previous guitar dream, I fear it will wake my Dad, even though it’s a dream. It sounds cool. I am excited to be playing guitar in a dream, lucidly. I start to realize the dream might lose stability, and wonder what to do.

The affirmation, “My Lucid Dreams last long and remain stable,” comes to my mind. I say this aloud within the dream. It actually works, and the dream seems to get a second wind. That is exciting!

I get up from the guitar, looking at my hands, and repeating this affirmation. I decide that writing it on something in the dream might help. There is a white countertop with a piece of ripped paper over to the side. I find a pencil there and write, “My, Lucid, Dreams,” and then sort of lose interest. The writing comes out pretty clear though.

Next thing I remember is I have my phone in my hand. Where did that come from? Well, I am looking at my phone, knowing it’s a dream. What’s on my phone at first? I flip through the screens to get to Ad Block Browser because I want to try looking up something on my phone in the dream. I am still repeating “My lucid, dreams, last long, and remain stable,” In my mind. The icon for Ad Block Browser is about the same. But instead of the words, it just says A B B. I tap it with my finger, and a screen comes up. I can see the place to put the hyper link and tap there. A little grey touch based key pad pops up. Wow, this dream phone is so similar to my physical phone. A (hidden) type of pod cast is playing. At first, it bothers me, but I just tune it out. (hidden)I begin trying to type in, because I couldn’t find the microphone for speech to text. I am able to type, “How to control an,” and then I am about to type, “L, D,” but then I realize that I should use the full words, not the abbreviation. So, I go to back space the “n” out of the word “an”, and the dream ends.

Notes

I woke up from this and thought it through, pretty excited about it all. My memory of the guitar part is so solid. Somewhere in the dream, I remember the guitar being covered in a white sheet, on a shelf, under some other stuff. I also remembered something about a bright Note Pad screen, and my Dad typing.

Groop 3 of “Dreams”

I had a series of dreams and sleep paralysis sensations take place before recording again.

Dream: 400 Bucks!

The first dream of these I remember is of me at the (hidden)kitchen or dining room. I was sitting there and my Dad gave me an envelope or a card which looked to have money on the side. I think I was complaining about being low on money. At first it looked like just one dollar, but then I saw four hundred dollar bills inside. (hidden)I wondered what it was for. There is something written on the card about the car being worth $5,400. There is some map my Dad wants me to go look up. It’s working kind of funny. At first it was a smaller place, but then showed a whole continent, surrounded by an ocean, kind of badge shaped.

L D: Leaf Blower Trigger

I think I woke up from that, and thought about it. It wasn’t really enough to break sleep paralysis and record, so I just kept it in my head. In the next dream, I am in my bed room of (hidden)I can see a guy getting a leaf blower going outside. I am angry about this starting up. Maybe it is around 3 P M in the dream. I am sitting on the floor. There are two grey bunny rabbits in the room, hopping around. I guess all my practice of doing dream state checks whenever I see or hear leaf blowers kicks in, and I try a finger palm test. I think I might be dreaming. Sure enough, I am dreaming! The finger goes through my palm. Then, I wake up.

O B E Vibrations: Rolled out and Pinned

I thought through that one and got some kind of O B E vibrations. The vibrations come on quickly, and I am rolled out of my bed sooner than expected. I roll out onto the side of the bed nearest the wall, only my bed is rotated 180 degrees and with the head board to the closet, not the opposite wall. I see a kind of white glowy hand as my own hand. I think I might actually be out of body, but I hope it will just become a lucid, dream, like the other times. I can see the window with the black out curtains drawn, so that’s another way I know it’s a dream. There is an orange jug on the floor which isn’t there in waking life.

So I am like, okay, I just rolled out of body. Here I am. I will just stand up and it will be another OOBILD. I start to push myself up and feel if there is a body on the bed, and I am pulled towards the ground. This really scares me because I can’t move. I am not sure what this is. I try to fight it a little bit, but it avails me nothing. Something is holding this “dream body” or “astral body” of mine, down on the floor, on my back.

As I lay here, I can see this sort of hologram of me appear above me. It is wearing a grey shirt. It begins appearing from its feet, then like a door is opening upwards in front of it, its body is slowly revealed from behind the “door”. I wake up from that in my physical bed, a little spooked. Not a total night terror but kind of spooky is all. I have a huge fear that if I go out of body, something will block me from going back into my body, and something else will enter my body right in front of me. Then it will “possess” me or something. So I guess I will see if that really happens or not. Either my belief in this concept will create the experience from my imagination, or there are really entities trying to do this. Or, a mix of both. But I know my dream or non physical exploration will never give me more than I can handle at any one time. And if something like that were ever to happen, whether imaginary, or actual, I am being prepared as we speak.


L D: Who’s the Boss
In the next dream of this groop, I am in a class room. There is a teacher, teaching the class. I realize it is a dream. (What makes me realize it is a dream?) All I remember is he instructs me that I have to go find some information. I have to go find out who the boss is, or why he is the boss. (hidden)I have to put on a metronome and go walk around somewhere, to the beat of the metronome. I vaguely remembering walking around a side walk outside and then returning. (hidden)I look to the boss guy and say something like, “I did it! You’re the boss!” I vaguely remember his face, just that he was a white guy.

O B E Vibrations: Jaw Shock

So I woke up from that and tried to think it through. But then I got more O B E vibrations. These were very intense and also kinda spooky again. But the O B E vibrations that came along probably came before I could form a full memory of the dream.

I was spooked by the sleep paralysis stuff but I just kept telling myself internally to just relax. There are some swishing sounds, and/or some mousey sounds. Then I feel my body really quickly lifted up out of my bed like 4 to 6 feet. This is a lot faster than I am used to, so I am surprised. I feel like I could push into it, but I tell myself to just relax. I don’t resist it or push my way into it. Relaxing lands me back in my bed though.

When I am back in my bed, the vibrations continue. They feel very electrical. I am feeling like shock waves are being sent through my jaw bones. It feels like they are being squeezed. I am still trying to tell myself to just relax. It is more than I am used to but I am confident that it can’t harm me.

Like the last O B E vibrations thing, my bed is rotated 180 degrees, with the head board up to where the closet is. There must be some kind of bluish white light source behind me. I am more spooked now, because it is flickering in this ghastly kind of a way, casting some shadows of a lamp. I am trying to remind myself that the window curtains can’t be drawn, and I can’t see the curtains the way my physical body would be facing in the physical world. So this must be a dream. But I just keep relaxing, instead of getting up to look. Also, I wear a blind fold in waking life, so I shouldn’t be able to see anything. The other main thing I notice is this really low opacity little white cloud, like barely 10% opacity. It seems to float around, but maybe it is something else.

Notes

I stayed still after that last set of O B E vibrations ended, wondering if anything else would come my way, replaying all the dreams and other stuff in my head. I was surprised that I couldn’t remember the L D with the teacher because it may have been more eventful.

I think the jaw shock thing had to do with tension in my jaw. Maybe it released tension from my jaw.

Groop 4 of Dreams

I laid back down on my right side and eventually got to sleep again. For these I just let myself drift and dream, waiting a while to record. The memories were a little jumbled so I will do my best to put them in order.

Bathroom?

The beginning of what I can remember is. I am with (hidden)and other people. We are doing something, maybe watching a show. There is something about how I have O B E’s. Maybe I have an O B E within the dream before that point. I think I was thinking how people need to just have their own experience.

I go into this dream bathroom to go make some dream #1. The dream door has some see through parts. My face looks different, so I make some faces in the mirror. I kind of like it. (hidden)I don’t realize it is a dream from my different face though. There are two toilets. I don’t want to use either because these women are right outside the door, and could see in if they wanted to. Near one toilet, there is a peanut jar full of #1. I wonder who did that.

Spooky Staircase

In the next part I remember, I am walking along (hidden)and I notice someone to the right needs help in their garage, or might. Suddenly I am in their garage. They are kind of startled. I am like, do you need help? They’re like, no, my Dad’s coming to help me. Its like (hidden) or someone tall. They have a standard barbell with a 25 on each side, and some 50 pound plates around.

Next thing I remember is I am running out of there. Except now I am seeing it all from the outside. And a black haired guy has taken my place. The “camera angle” is showing the chase from in front of the person being chased, and showing a longer haired bodybuilder guy chasing him. He reminds me of someone from the local gym I used to see there a lot. Then the long haired guy falls head first down this long set of cement stairs. He sort of slides down them, hitting his head on every step. It becomes somewhat gruesome, and I am noticing the nightmarish turn it has taken. (I’m not sure if I got lucid, but I did something to change the channel, maybe without knowing it was a dream.)

There is also some really spooky screaming voice that comes on as he falls down the stairs. It is like a gruesome monstrous scream. I sort of “turn it off” and it passes.

Oily Candle

There is another part where I am in a truck, driving with some people. I am at the back of the big moving truck, near a ramp. I think I am getting a ride somewhere but the other people are getting a ride from their flight. I’m asking what they’re doing. They seem to want me to stay out of it.

I want to go to a gym. It is night time. There are some store fronts with dark glass windows. Two store fronts are illuminated with yellow. I pass by one gym on my right, thinking, that gym isn’t my gym. Well, if that one is open, mine must not be. I keep walking though, and my gym is also lit up. I think it might not be the best business plan to have two gyms right next door to each other, but I go into my gym.

Instead of working out, I go to the side room of the gym, where they have this video game. But then, instead of playing a video game, I have this writing on some paper I am trying to do something with. What is the writing for? I light a candle. I am hearing something where some lucid, dreaming author is saying something about how the candle wick needs oil on it for it to burn right. I am seeing a candle drip off the sides. The flame burns down the wick. My paper is to the right of the candle, and the words start to melt off it or dissappear from it. What is this about? I am kind of sad now that my words have been erased by the candle.

Then an Asian guy comes in. he is supposed to be the owner or manager. He says please don’t do that. I say something back, maybe about remembering dreams. Maybe it is a dream journal entry. He says he really doesn’t need to know a lot about his dreams. He has an Asian face but stretched out more or twisted. I can sort of picture his face now. There is something about workout partners.

More Spookiness!

I am in the passenger seat going somewhere. There is this little lizard guy walking around on me. He lays on his back and either dies or pretends to die, kind of dramatically. I notice he is on my giraffe pillow.

There is a part with these witch people who are actually bad guys. They have this audio program that they want people to listen to in the morning. They say it is free, any anyone can listen at any time. No one has to wake up at any specific time. I sense they have some ulterior motive.

Then one of the witch ladies with grey hair has this little person running around on their hand. The little person has a head the size of a thimble, and a little thin small body. They run around on their hand and fall over. The lady has her grey hair down over her eyes like some kind of mask. She is saying, “Do you see how small this is?!”

During a lot of these dreams I was thinking of how to get my dream journal done. So for this one I realized it was like 8 or 9 P M. And I was like, oh, man, it’s past bed time, and I haven’t even wrote my dreams, let alone done my waking life recall. Oh, man!

(hidden)
Pickup Artist Guy

(hidden) is doing a You Tube series on how to meet girls. He has it all set up and I am looking onto the You Tube videos. I click on the first video, which is 50 to 60 minutes. I am skipping ahead a little bit and then going back to earlier.

He’s saying he sits on the benches at the bus stop, to prepare to approach women. He has to almost compulsively approach women to prove himself. He sits there to work up his courage. He has this mirror that he holds up and uses it to look at women’s necks to see what they are wearing. Then he prepares some kind of pick up line based on that. Before he goes up to them, he lays on the grass and rips the grass out of the ground to psych himself up. He is saying how he needs to approach women because he is just driven to do so. There’s the idea that the people at the bus stop think he’s weird but he keeps at it anyway.

Then it changes into a talk about this guy who he is really nice to. He is really outgoing towards this fellow, (hidden)He waves to him, and his hand gets really big, like a camera zooming in kind of thing. At some point he makes the guy’s brief case fall in the water though. But the guy doesn’t even mind. Another guy falls in the water too. The guy just jumps in after his brief case, like its no problem. They are on a dock by the water.

Notes

I tried to fall asleep one more time, but that was it.

Thanks guy

I had a dream that featured YouTuber moe sargi, In it, it seemed like i was watching a video of his. I saw a computerized map that showed an island. He was saying how he's going to buy a house on that island. I saw a dot glowing red on the map.

Suddenly I was on a ship going to the island. I was sitting at a large table with Moe. He was counting cash and just randomly handed me $2000 worth of bills. i counted it and was so happy. He seemed drunk and wandered off somewhere. I was contemplating using the money for a trip.

Moe again.

Dream of being in his livestream playing fortnite. Don't remember much.

Jamie

A dream of Jamie that I was looking through her eyes. She was watching my youtube channel. On the screen the view counter said 629. (A number which I use to see a lot randomly when i knew her). I hear her saying, "Robert, You're perfect!". I instantly recognize the sound of her voice even though it's been several years since I have heard it.

Jamie again

I am walking with Jamie in an abandoned house in the dark. I keep thinking she's ignoring me or something. I confront her on it and she says, "I'm not ignoring you, We are just older so it's a little different." She grabs my hand and we start walking into a dark green room.

The wrong movie

I was in my living room wanting to watch a movie. My aunt said to pick something. For some reason I wanted to watch The Dark Tower again so I clicked it and saw the intro. I remember a different intro than the original one and I wondered if I was watching a different cut of the movie.

I walked outside to have a smoke and I was trying to remember the original opening to the movie, with the kids being strapped in chairs. I look through the window into the living room and see someone I know from work sitting there watching TV. I walk inside to say hi to him and that's all I remember.

I was at the location of my old house about 100 years prior. Multiple houses were missing, and some streets were only driveways. A thunderstorm was going, and a gray, modern vehicle passed by, which I thought nothing of. A few seconds later, I stood on the street and saw a bunch of skyscrapers on the lake and to the south. This could have triggered lucidity, as much of this made absolutely no sense. Time-travel that wasn't even accurate, skyscrapers right next to logging roads and randomly placed, and a modern vehicle in the past. Heck, even the idea of being near my old house should have given me a cue. The only thing that made real sense was the coloration of the skyscrapers, and the cloudy weather. Later on, I was running in traffic at night when I became lucid and started my routine. I got through about a third of it before waking up unexpectedly. I was standing on a very wide 2-lane road with fir trees on both sides.
[New Scene]
On the way to Grays Harbor (still 10-20 miles out), I commented that the tide was in, because the water level equaled the height of the perfectly flat road, which was partially and uniformly flooded. Fir trees were present in random places. The weather was cloudy and extremely calm. Everything seemed to be increasingly more dead (except for the trees) the closer I got to the coast. The area felt static and unchanging.
Lucid Time: 50-80 sec

1. A Troll on the Farm
I'm at the farm, in the old stable. N is milking the cows with an old fashioned hand machine together with some girl. My boss O is doing something in the deep litter. Suddenly a young woman with long black hair bursts into the stable and yells, Quirrel style: "A troll in the dungeon! There is a fucking troll in the dungeon!" And then she runs away. The troll crashes in, it's huge and coming for me. I run around for a while, sometimes losing the troll, but it keeps pursuing me. I see my friend J, and she runs with me. "I have a plan" she says, "we're going to drown it in slurry!"
"But how?" I ask.
"We're going to pump the stable full of slurry, come on!".
I lose her, but I run to my boss, who is still in the deep litter, next to a tractor. I explain the plan to him, and he immediately turns on the pump. We climb into the tractor to be safe from the slurry, which has started pouring in. I see the troll and know we're going to succeed. But, just before the dream fades out, I think: "Wait, what about the cows?"

2. Fragment
Driving in a tractor to town with O. He's driving. Two people are on the road, first a man and then a boy. We very narrowly escape hitting them, and we are very relieved.

3. The Monster Fighters and the Secret Hideout
I'm trying to become friends with a guy, but it's difficult, because he is in a tight knit group of friends who have defeated horrible monsters twice (like in Stranger Things). At some point I get him to show me a secret hideout though. It is an underground bunker, but the back room has a window near the ceiling where light comes in. I climb up to look out, and it turns out that this part of the bunker is actually in the sea. I can see a sail, and I know that the room can be transformed into a kite board for kite surfing. I do that And I take it for a ride. Great fun.

4. Avocado tree
I'm in my childhood home. A woman has bought some of our land and now owns the side garden. She has a lot of people working there, turning soil and planting exotic trees and other plants. She gives me a couple of young avocado trees to plant. I try to find a spot, but the garden is pretty crowded with plants and people. I finally find somewhere and starts digging a hole. But the woman comes and says that it is too close to another tree. I can't find another spot though, everything is close to another tree!

5. Eyelash Elephants
I'm in a quite bare room. White walls, floor and ceiling, and no windows. I think I may be imprisoned, but I'm not distressed. There are shelves with some books and knick knacks on the walls. I look at my hand and see a little black spot under my skin on the palm. I press it out with two fingers. A little clump of black hairs come out of the hole and unfolds into a tiny stick elephant that seems to be made from these black hairs which mostly resemble eyelash hairs. The little elephant walks up my finger and onto a shelve. I'm amazed! I look for another black spot, and I find one. I press out another little elephant! I consider starting a zoo.

6. Fragment
Some eggs are on the barn floor, next to a hole through to the cow barn. The eggs start breaking and ducklings come out. The new born ducklings scratch wet straw down the hole. One duckling falls down the hole with the straw.

Non-Dream

Repeated the mantra: "I will wake up with my eyes closed, remaining still," and imagined doing so.

I woke up, but unfortunately did not keep my eyes closed, and did not remain still. Nonetheless, I decided to count myself to sleep, using the phrase "1..I am dreaming...2...I am dreaming..." etc. I was far too excited, and could not relax enough to fall asleep. To relax, I tried a breathing technique that involved inhaling for 4 seconds and exhaling for 6, for a 10 second inhale/exhale cycle, resulting in 6 breaths per minute to slow the heart rate down. I learned about this technique in a sport psychology class, and decided to try it given that apparently there is some empirical data to support its use. My heart rate gradually slowed, and I am pretty sure that I felt my body enter sleep paralysis but am not certain. After the counting approach wasn't working I tried to passively watch the hypnagogic imagery but nothing was happening.

I was fighting with my mind too much, fluctuating between trying to do these exercises, trying not to try too hard, and the like. I decided to give up and go to sleep, which did result in my first lucid in a long time, but through a DILD rather than DEILD.

Dream

I am standing at the end of my driveway, and the entire street is completely flooded. I look to my left and there is a group of golden retrievers jumping onto kayaks for fun from the side of the road. They are accompanied by two other non-golden retrievers, and they are forming a pyramid on the kayaks, like human gymnasts do. I try and take some pictures with my phone for my girlfriend, but realize I have her phone and not mine. I take some pictures and try to record a video, and wonder whether I should drive the phone to her.

With the girlfriend, there are some gangsters that are mad at us in their car while we are walking. They yell at us and I yell back. Then we start threatening each other with tiny guns. Then we start taking shots at eachother, but they are little bb's that just sting a little, and we are not aiming for lethal parts of the body. We don't actually want to kill eachother. Later I am with girlfriend in huge mall, where there is a party, and we notice people are running, and we assume that there is a shooter. A guard informs us that there is no danger, and cites our earlier bb incident as evidence that everything is fine. We go outside onto the road, it is winter, and there is a crowd of people, and a trough of ice along one side of the road. There is a girl from the show WestWorld there, I realize I am dreaming, and rub my hands together to stabilize the dream. I try not to think about waking up, and try to focus only on the world around me instead. I run my hands over the ice, and spin around to try and further stabilize, but I wake up instead.

I go into the basketball court and am the worst player there, and people groan as I attempt to make a shot and miss wildly. They don't want me on the team. I run to the locker room in shame, and another younger player tells me I should quit. I defiantly refuse, but he threatens to accuse me of sexual misconduct if I do not, so I end up quitting.

I'm starting to forget now but I was inside a house . I was being attacked by someone so i called Dawn for help. Dawn ended uo busting through the door and pounding/wrestling the heck out of my attacker which i enjoyed watching. I decided to pull Dawn away when he was done though. He lay on the ground to rest so I took the opportunity to pet his head. He had short gray hair this time. Afterwards we get up and move somewhere else where another dc shows up and starts arguing with Dawn. They go to a different room to fight but I am against it. I ask if he was fighting when I spot them and he says no.

Not caring much anymore I walk away and suddenly a witch pops up. She is about to give me a item or gift like in my dream of the ocean in a ball of water. I tell her i don't believe in magic. She looks at me funny than i let her do as she pleases.

I walk to the front door and open it now. I see a small purple dragon fused with a white bird looking back at me. This feels like a opportunity for another memorable moment. Although im bigger i lay my chest on the back of the dragon and it begins to fly over the fence and above a lake/pond. I see it drop bread into the water filled with ducks and fish. Than feel as it flys higher in order to avoid rectangular pillars. Once the flight is done it lands in a house setting and i can see an inventory in my view.

In my inventory i know i have a precious diamond and plan on giving it to the dragon. "I don't have much but is it okay if i give you this diamond (blue silver) for the ride". The dragon spoke in a female voice and said "No, it's alright. I'll take this instead". I watched as the inventory was switched to the second inventory. It than clicked on a straw basket and took it after thanking me. The inventory ended up disappearing from my view as I wondered if It took the basket to lay a dragon egg

Dream 2

This dream started non lucid. My recall isn't so good but I remember being in a classroom and watching my art teacher ripping off the lever of a spray paint can. She said if we did that the paint would come out quicker. The light blue paint sprayed all on the face of a student. I quickly moved far so she wouldn't spray me but it was lunch time and I moved back ro see what she got. I saw a puff pastry in her bag.

Next thing I recall is I'm dropped within a dream arena. We all have special abilities and I have fun getting through obstacles and overcoming them. There's some trouble with authorities. I can't recall why but I enjoyed this dream.

I painted a quick pic of the purple dragon scene. It's not perfect but i feel it shows enough of the visual side of it.

I am in my house and suddenly become lucid. I plug my nose and breath in to double check, which works. Then... I immediately wake up.

I have a couple other non-lucid fragments, one involving a farm and another involving me inside my room with my sister.

10 points for a lucid
1 point for a RC
1/2 point for non-lucid fragment
1/2 point for non-lucid fragment
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Total: 12 points for Team Stormy

Had a weird abstract dream where I had possession over people by using their name. I the world that I inhabited it seem to be common practise.

Next dream my brother was throwing giant rectangular ninja things at me. I spent a long time traipsing around to evade his attacks. Seemed like woodlands near my parents home.
In the end it got tragic and I as I told him I didn't want his soul tainted for having murdered me, and that I would take my own life instead. Fair enough, first dream for ages where I haven't resorted to straight forward violence.

In this next dream, I was going to J's house when I noticed my crush standing on one of the brick things that lead to her house. I was with my aunt, who greeted my friend's grandmother in perfect Czech and gave her some groceries. I asked J why my crush was there and he said that she was related. I then went to talk to her. She was on the computer, talking about abstract concepts or something like that. I then was challenged to a fight with her grandfather at a shopping center. I said yes apparently, because after that, it cut to him driving by a shopping center, getting out of his golf cart thing, and drinking a blue potion that temporarily restored his youth. All of a sudden, he grew taller, with long locks of bleach blonde hair. His skin was also brighter. It wore off, so he had to drink it again, and then I arrived. We fought for a little while, there was a joke about discounts somewhere in there, and then he left. Me and a friend then investigated the place and found a room that contained a forest. It was apparently a clone of the game Amnesia, but was nothing like it. There was a narrator talking to me about a large source of knowledge that every human could have had if the Earth wasn't in it's way. It then cut to my cat Max having bowel movements. He kept trying to take a crap but couldn't. There was one occasion where he was crapping in the vicinity of my arm. He had placed a back paw on my hand so hard it took about 10 seconds to get him off. He was trying to do it in the position of a peeing male dog. I told my aunt about it and she said the turd was "stuck in there." She then went to remove it. Some while after that I was by the front door when the narrator came back and showed me a globe from the future. I tried to draw a stick man on the now completely warm Antarctica to show the Aliens what humans looked like, but I didn't like the design and erased some of it.

I was at lunch talking to my crush. When I was getting ready to go to my next class, I noticed I had a jacket other than the one I had taken off. I asked, "Was I wearing this one too?" my crush laughed and said "maybe." I then saw her going to a cabinet type thing and giving me jackets when I wasn't looking.

Back at it with the DJing.

I was in an OTD beach setting. I had to go #2 and the bathroom was in a brick building up the beach a little bit. I went into the bathroom and said something along the lines of "Darn it, it turned into another poo dream!". After several minutes of stuff I will not detail here on the toilet I was able to make the have-to-poo feeling go away (finally).

I was able to make the best of it while in the bathroom while lucid in the bathroom; I was playing with my hands and dream control. I tried changing my skin color and made my hand light blue with dark blue freckles and the skin gained a very oily texture. I then changed my other hand into a mechanical hand made out of a silvery metal and examined it.

Once I had finished, I went back into the front of the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My physical appearance was very unstable and I seemed to be morphing between several outward appearances at once. I knew the dream was ending and getting unstable but I was having fun playing around with my own physical appearance. I would spin around, briefly close my eyes and concentrate on who I wanted to look like.

-Took on the appearance of a younger version of my RL self.
-Took on the appearance of my dream guide, Manei.
-Took on the appearance of my present day waking life self.

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I false awakened. There were police outside of my house. I remember for some reason I wanted to hide because I didn't know what was going on. I saw all the police going to the house of this girl who lived up the street. I knew her IRL and she used to bully me in grade school, so I got some satisfaction from her having to get out of her house and be in trouble with the police in the wee hours of the morning.

A police officer suddenly appeared in the window of my bedroom (which was weird because it was on the second floor.) And told me he would write me a ticket if he caught me being a peeping tom again. I apologized and said I would go back again.

The dream recursed with very minor variations about three or four times, with me either going back to sleep and FAing again when.

Morning of March 16, 2018. Friday.



My dream’s setting is (now WWTC) WWTI’s machine tool class, where I have not been present as a student for over thirty years. (However, ironically, I did work in the school in cleaning and maintenance a few years later).

I am watching a lathe, although other people are more actively working with it. It looks very old, almost like a subliminally perceived anachronism. Eventually, I see the ghostly presence of Michael G (standing on the opposite side of the lathe from where I am standing), but I do not feel threatened by his presence. The other people do not show any emotion and no conversation takes place.

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Key Factors:

Autosymbolism factor one: The school setting is based on the absence of conscious self identity in the dream state and the subliminal association of needing to achieve wakeful consciousness again.

Autosymbolism factor two: The lathe is associated with turning and I had been physically turning over to different sides due to discomfort in the warm weather.

Subliminal factor: The lathe is likely also a subliminal discernment of our fan being on and facing our bed, thus would qualify as an environmental second-level dream state indicator.

RAS-based marker: Michael G was a classmate who died on March 16, 1974. I am likely subliminally aware of today’s date (even though my current conscious self identity is otherwise nonexistent here), which is not a common non-lucid dream self attribute. This, as well as the distorted presence of the dream state indicator, is likely a factor of why RAS did not dominate or even activate.

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If this were my dream, and it is, I would ask myself if there is any chance of ever having an electric fan that would operate efficiently for longer than a few weeks in this day and age. I would ask myself if manufacturers will ever produce quality products again. I would reasonably conclude, “Probably not”. I would associate the length of the lathe with the fan’s distance from where I am in bed. I would ask myself if there is a more efficient way to sleep comfortably short of arranging ice cubes in key positions around my body. The lathe’s spindle rotates. The fan’s spindle rotates. My body rotates in bed. It is a vicious circle.

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Created Sunday 18 March 2018

I was KO'd for practically the whole night. The only full dream I got occurred after dawn, and only because a bout of sleeplessness at the time made it somewhat easy to get an unintended WILD.

Scrap Group 1
Playing the Demon roguelike. The Chindi group in Tower 1 1/2 are giving me a hard time, as usual.

WBTB at 5AM. Took an hour before I could get back to sleep.

Dream 1 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 2

Scene 1 - Whoops, Almost Lost It For a Second There
WILD transition. The visuals were a bit blurred. I was riding around in an urban environment during daytime. Various family members were there. I waited out a transition, only to lose lucidity. We looked around for a place to eat. There was a Hatian seafood restaurant that looked interesting, as did a Chinese place. I regained lucidity when I noticed how narrow the sidewalks were. Things soon collapsed. DEILD transition.


Scene 2 - Where Are Those Competitors?
The visuals were erratic, fluctuating between clear and blurred. I was in the lobby of a large structure, mostly empty of decorations and furniture. Lucid. I flew around the room, then rocketed down a very long hallway in less than a second. Along the way, I passed a large screen TV, though it didn't seem there was anything interesting on.

Got bored. I decided to look for competitors. I spun around, intending to warp right to such a figure. Instead, things collapsed into a grey void. Spin to stabilize/bring a new environment, then for the original purpose. Amusingly, unless I directed otherwise, my head remained in place as my body spun around. Kinda disturbing, too, whenever I dared to see my body actually doing such.

Another place phased in view, of which had a bunch of soldiers lounging around. A barracks, maybe? I kinda 'overspun', though, and couldn't stay anchored there for long.

Then, I was floating in a nebula, stars faintly visible past the interstellar cloud. Was I close to my original goal? I flew around for a minute, seeking any signs of life, but there didn't seem to be anyone around.

Unwitting warp back to that first building (or a place like it). There seemed to be people around, though they appeared to be in too much of a hurry to speak with. I tried phasing through an orange door, but couldn't, and in fact, got slammed backwards when it somehow opened all its own. I then attempted to phase through a white wall, with similar results.

Things destabilized, and I woke up for good.

Was in some kind of country house, with a farm. In this farm was an abyss looking rock formation and a teacher of mine was at the bottom. I chatted for a while
Some time after, in the same farm, I receive a text message saying I scored 1 out of 20 in my exam. It turns out a lot of people also scored this because there was some kind of sinister scheme involving the professor... I then remember a plane