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I did not ld today or yesterday. What can I do to improve? I noticed when doubt is strong it is easier to notice it and work on it but what if it's subtle? Would the efforts be better focused on addressing the doubt or focusing on creating exciting feelings and visualizations? What should I do for perpetual lucidity?

I didn't think about ld as much the past 2 days. Maybe it helps to have it in the back of your mind. Perhaps thinking about dreams or ld are more crucial than awareness.



I dreamt of riding on airships. Trading potions and whatnot. Dream plots lasting a week or something.

I remembered the dream before this one was about will Smith selling pencils talking about its greatness.

2019, 06-21

Regular Dream - Semi-lucid Dream - Lucid Dream - Notes

I am in a town that looks like something out of a video game or an old western. I am outside what looks like the sheriff station where there is probably a jail in there, too. I have no memory of how I came to be here, but I know why I am here. Roland, Cuthbert, and Alain are locked up inside for something they didn’t do. A person in oversized cowboy clothing approaches the door to the office. I have to take care of things first, without bloodshed. I can make sure no one gets hurt here. I intercept the cowboy before he… no… she… reaches the door. I whisper to her that I can help make sure no one gets hurt here. She hesitates, asking who I am. I tell her to be ready to continue her plan once I get those officers in there to release her friends.

Inside I find the sheriff and a deputy relaxing in the main office and I see the three boys I came for in the prison cells. They look up at me with some interest but no alarm. The sheriff asks what he can do for me. I tell him I have come to relieve him of his prisoners. He laughs and says I must be on the devil grass if I think he’s going to just hand over those murderers. I tell him I hadn’t figured he’d do it of his own free will… but still, they’re coming with me. The sheriff tells me I’d better get my ass out the door before he decides to lock me up with those murderers. I tell him those three aren’t the murderers. I saw who did it, it was Eldred Jonas and his cronies. Now the sheriff is just getting annoyed and he says he doesn’t need me to tell him how to do his job. I don’t want to take any longer, so I decide to use song lyrics to create the effect I want.

Focusing on one of the men and then the other, I use the lyrics from the song Seasons in the Abyss by Slayer. “Close your eyes, look deep in your soul. Step outside yourself and let your mind go. Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you die. Close your eyes and forget your name. Step outside yourself and let your thoughts drain, as you go insane, go insane…” A blank look comes into the eyes of the two men, the song has worked. I hear fireworks going off outside but I ignore that. I tell the officers again that I am taking their three prisoners with me. This time they are very compliant. The deputy walks over to the jail cell and opens the door, standing aside to let the boys pass. Cuthbert sarcastically thanks him for being a wonderful host, then expresses his regrets that they will never be doing this again.

The cowboy from outside is in the room now and I can see she is a woman, it is Susan Delgado. She embraces Roland immediately. She then looks at the two officers. She asks me if they’ll be ok. I tell her this state will wear off in a while and they’ll be fine. Just to make sure they don’t alert anyone too soon I tell them to get in the prison cell and lock it, then throw me the keys. I lay the keys on the desk. Someone will be by to let them out eventually. Right now Susan should carry on with her plan. For now I have to go, but I will help them more later if needed. Be careful, the danger is far from over. She turns to leave and I wake up.

We have a shoplifter back in the booking room. He is darker skinned and definitely a juvenile. He even seems closer to a preteen than a teenager. I think he was being uncooperative and/or difficult, and I am being pretty aggressive? I think he is lying on the floor or leaning at a severe angle in the chair, and I am yelling at him and hitting him?, but it seems justified.



*I think there were a few more fragments of dreams about bringing shoplifters back. It was slightly uncomfortable to recall hitting someone in a dream; I did not write this until a day later.

I am entering a public bathroom. It is made of what looks like tan stone and is very large. I believe it’s a men’s bathroom, as that’s why I entered it and I do see urinals. There is a row of toilets, pretty close together, with no stalls around them. There are two girls sitting, right next to each other, apparently sensing no lack of privacy. I can see down into the water in the bowl and it looks very dark and murky. Now, I am looking for a shooter? I think someone has sent me to do this. I am looking in a pretty large playground. I am now inside somewhere and I think I see him and/or he sees me. There may be some interaction even, but he doesn’t know my intent. We are now on some sort of small section of tiered seating, him directly in front of me. I grab his arms and twist them behind his back, holding tight so he cannot move. I notice that I’m wearing a tie dye Grateful Dead shirt and that a Slipknot song is playing. I wonder if it’s his music and about the dynamic between it and him being a shooter.

I am in what feels like but doesn’t exactly look like JCPenney. It seems dim and sort of atmospherically cold. There is a row of appliances, and I am looking for a credit card. I’ve started looking under the fridge, and it is dusty and dirty under here. I find quite a few JCP name tags and a couple pens. I set these aside. I think I see what looks like a red and under a metal piece close to the ground. I now tip the fridge over with someone - Scott? The bottom of it looks free of any foreign objects. There are two ovens, and we turn one on its side, finding nothing under it. Someone else is now about to flip over the other oven, but I know they shouldn’t because it is full of framed pictures (one is a picture of clouds, probably at sunset, and the others are of people). It’s too late now, as I hear it crash down and all the glass inside shatter. Those moving it seem shocked for a second. They open the door and survey the damage. I’m thinking they’ll sweep it out. I also wonder what would happen to a shard of glass left behind if the oven were to heat up. Now, I am done with this and I’m what seems like a different part of this building, I think with Scott and Laynie. It seems labyrinthine and warehouse/industrial. There are lower cement walls that make up rooms or at least little sectioned off portions. It seems like we are lower or downhill from the door we came in. To the right of the door is a sectioned off area that almost looks like a very small ride or some kind of equipment. It is on and running and moving around, but it seems like no one is on it. I then spot a girl on one part of it.

I am going to Starbucks with Brittney and I think one other. It is dark out. I’m not sure if we’re walking or driving, but either my leg or arm is pressed up slightly against Brittney. Her back feels hard and slightly warm through the soft shirt. Earlier, I had gone to a different Starbucks to pick up a mobile ordered Americano. I saw a tall cup about ¾ full that looked like the right color and with a little froth on top. I was impressed with how good it looked, but discovered that it was a hot chocolate after taking a few sips. I felt a little ashamed for assuming. We now enter the Starbucks and see Blake working. He casually greets us and points us to the right to mobile order pickup. The building seems low, long, and somewhat industrial and dim. We go to the pickup, and Blake comes over and begins making the drinks. He is now more friendly with us, striking up conversation. He is wearing shorter shorts and either no shirt or a see-through shirt/tank top? I notice his chest hair, brunette on his whole chest and torso, contouring his body.

I’m with Melissa at what seems to be a small concert or concert festival in the woods. We are standing very close to the smaller stage that really has nothing between it and the audience. The band that is on seems quiet and really isn’t that good. Melissa starts walking off to the right, in jeans and a black sweatshirt. I give it a second and then follow her, reasoning that there’d be no situation where my simply asking where she’s going would be inexcusable. This area looks like an orchard of deep olive green on a hill. I look back and see Dad and Makayla on the sloping lawn in front of the stage. When I catch up, Melissa informs me that she’s just going to go pee. I want to go with her, and I also think about sneaking off to have sex somewhere. I can feel myself becoming aroused. I look around to see if this could be feasible and see the orchard ending in a fairly steep dirt hill. I wonder what’s past it, but don’t think I’d actually go that far. This area seems too small and not secluded enough. In the other direction there is a tiny cliff that leads to water and a tiny beach. There’s a larger woman standing on the beach.