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First night of having two unrelated lucid dreams! I didn't use any specific technique, only had some deep meditation before bed.

After about six hours of sleep I had a long non-lucid dream taking place at my parents' house. It was rather uneventful and a bit annoying. When I finally went lucid I was just standing in the kitchen discussing something with my parents. I don't know what triggered lucidity and I didn't even need to RC as I was immediately sure (and I knew I was at my home in reality). As I had enough of that nonsense dream I turned around and walked away, straight through the closed door. I wondered if my parents would comment on me leaving like this but only my mother yelled: "Come back here!" Btw, she wouldn't talk to me like that irl.
Outside I looked around and inspected some of the neighbors' gardens. In front of me was a small, overgrown area with lots of bushes and other plants, to the left a larger lawn with only some flowerbeds at the edges. The overgrown garden seemed more interesting to me, so I went there. It was full of large blooming bushes, smaller flowers and lots of other green stuff. I remembered that I had planned to taste something in a LD, so I took a large white blossom from a bush taller than me with dark green leaves and slowly ate one petal after the other while walking around the garden. It looked similar to a rose blossom and tasted, well, somewhat flowery, but also delicate and slightly resinous and sweet. For quite some time the dream was stable and very vivid but eventually I thought of me sleeping irl and slowly woke up.

In the next sleep cycle I had a long dream once again, this time about travelling. I can't recall the details but at one point I looked into the sky and a strange shape was flying above me: two helicopters with an empty seat between them, held by a number of ropes. It looked exciting but also dangerous to fly like that over the landscapes. The next moment I was lucid and didn't care about the risk anymore, so I teleported into the seat somehow (no idea how exactly).
There I was flying with enormous speed above fields and villages, with a stunning view. I opened my arms wide and also stretched my legs, so that I felt the wind intensely. In the meantime the helicopters had transformed into two people flying alongside me (I think they had jetpacks but I didn't check) holding me by my arms. The wind under my feet was so strong it almost felt solid. We were going even faster than before, soon reaching the coastline and flying over the sea. Here, we went down to the water surface, so that the whole thing resembled a weird kind of waterskiing. A mother and her daughter were looking from the beach, saying: "That looks like lots of fun!" The water was crystal clear and I could see sandbanks and seaweeds beneath me. Just when I wondered if there were jellyfish as well, I woke up.

Last night i took 300mg of Valerian root. Went to sleep at like 2 am and woke up at like 5:30. (I've been watching Breaking Bad and that translated into the dream in a way).
When i woke up i remembered the dream more clearly, but i didnt write down all the details cause my hand was shaky. The dream felt so real.

Anyways i dreamt that i was in a parking lot of a shopping or some large building. I was with my dad, my younger sister and there were some other people there. I don't remember what happened, but my dad felt threatened by two guys so he wanted to shoot them before they shoot or extort him. He thought about it for like a minute, walking back and forth in the parking lot around the crowd. I think all that walking and thinking draw attention from these guys, i mean more attention than he already had, so when he went close and pulled a gun the guys also pulled their guns. He shot one of them and he dropped dead, but the other guy shot back right before he was shot, and so my dad was hit in the stomach. The second guy dropped dead too. After that was over, my dad started walking around the parking lot, he was freaking out because he was shot. I went to him to calm him... (i'm thinking i shouldn't have been so gentle because it was an emergency) and gently i stopped him and laid him down. I made him press his wound and i pressed it too. He did that and i knew that he was calmer, and that he was willing to accept that others take care of him. Meanwhile i shouted call an ambulance. The people in the crowd were already on it, and some of them were assisting the other 2 shot people. Apparently they weren't dead, but they were badly wounded. Then i see my dad starts closing his eyes and i try to focus on feeling if he was breathing since i had him on my arms. I couldn't feel anything so i start worrying, but knowing i had to CPR. I don't know how to CPR so i started panicking. While i attempt to CPR as i can, i start screaming for help. My dad kinda opened his eyes again, it's like he came back, but he was still unconscious. A woman came by to help. She was a kinesiologist. She noticed that my CPR worked so she didn't do anything regarding that, but she also noticed that his hip was dislocated, so she adjusted it and said "he must have been in real pain from that". Then she said that an ambulance was coming (i still worried because there were 3 shot people... not just 1) and she left to keep assisting the other 2 people. Oh and my sister was nearby this whole time too. Then i woke up.

The dream felt so real.. not in the sense of vividness so much but emotionally perhaps, or also on how i would act in a given situation. When my dad flatlined i really thought i was going to lose him and my mind in that moment cleared to give priority and sole focus to this urgency. I value dreams like these, even if you wanna call them nightmares, because they allow you to experience a situation without really affecting the conditions IRL. So IMO you get to live, feel an experience, get to know how you'd act, how you might react, without having the way things are modified IRL. This is just one way dreams can be 'profitable' to life experiences, and the effort put into trying to remember dreams, among other things, is definitely worth it.

Morning of March 4, 2020. Wednesday.

Dream #: 19,434-02. Reading time: 1 min 24 sec.



My final passive lucid dreaming event (before I allow it to dissipate) in the first stage of my sleep cycle includes audio only (with no imagery or physicality): “I’ll stay with him until he dies.” (It is the preconscious cue closing the final gate to conscious awareness in entering deeper sleep. The first hour or so of every sleep cycle all my life has consisted of vivid lucid dreams of various types.) The unfamiliar voice is masculine but somewhat artificial as the formant is too high (though still coarse) to sound human.

Later, instinctual awareness of being asleep results in an unusual scene implied to be from a movie. It features a male high school principal’s corpse on the top shelf of a hall closet. It seems someone may have killed him. It is the rendering of a sleep simulacrum, which is a factor of every sleep cycle. He represents the cessation of cognizance and the lack of discernible physicality while asleep, though sleep simulacrums only stem from mortality analogies with emergence from a deeper sleep.

As an additional result of that process, a parallel analogy emerges into my dream’s imaginary narrative. The Annabelle doll appears in an undefined room. (The association is that physicality is not feasible while asleep, so I am like a doll.) However, it is not ugly (as in the movies). It is about the height of a six-year-old and has blood on the shoulders of its dress. There is another (unknown) male doll of about the same height. Throughout this scenario, there is only cheerfulness in my belief I am guiding the continuity of a movie. Even so, I instinctually anticipate somatosensory dynamics and pick up both dolls (which vivifies my dreaming experience), and I walk through the mostly featureless room.

As I carry the dolls, my instinctual awareness of imaginary proprioception increases, and as a result, I find an antique pair of roller skates (the kind without shoes). I put my feet on them, and as I am doing this, my dream becomes increasingly vivid. Eventually, after some realistic movement, my dream fades without discernible waking dynamics.

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