The non-lucid dream ended, my final waking. At the same time, I was chewing on an oak leaf, trying to earn some last-minute points. Was it a visualization or was it still a dream? The leaf was tough and tasteless. I started to run. This could turn it into a dream or stabilize it. And as I was analyzing it, I was sure I couldn't feel my real body or any signs of real life leaking in - I was dreaming, running through my childhood neighborhood! I decided to taste another leaf, this time from a red Japanese maple. It was softer that the oak leaf but still with papery texture and only a mild earthy and woody taste, reminiscent of the smell of decaying leaves in autumn. To get some minor points in, I also did a reality check, even though the run probably already covered the points for stabilizing/RC. Noticing that the dream was nicely solid, I choose to move on to the three-step task. I raised my hands a bit, slowly turning around, looking up and talking to the skies and the whole of the dream around me: "Hey Dream. Give me a waterbending master or expert on water magic." Not many people were around and I felt unsure about this. Then I saw some people coming from the side street and one of them approached me, smiling. He had tan skin, dark hair and a round friendly face, looking Hispanic. "Are you him, the waterbending master?" I asked. He nodded and joined me. I don't think he told me his name but later in the dream, I knew his name was Pedro. We were walking towards my childhood home. "How much experience do you have?" I asked. "Six or seven years," Pedro answered. "Six or seven years to become a master bender? That's not bad." I think I expected someone with tens of years of experience but this sounded good too. I got worried about no water in the area but Pedro pointed towards a nearby ragged area with water puddles glistening between grassy mounds. He approached one of the puddles, squatted next to it, dipped his fingers in, and asked, shaking the water off his fingers: "Do you know, where this water comes from?" "Uhm, from the air?" "Yes." He started to talk about rain and water in a philosophical way which made me impatient. There simply wasn't enough time to learn deeply about water. "Can you tell me how to do this?" I asked, interrupting him. He shook his head, probably disliking my unwillingness to appreciate his approach to teaching. I tried to draw the water towards me but failed. So I run to the other puddle, wanting to try to create waves. After failing at that, I splashed the water to get some initial waves that I wanted to amplify. But shockingly, there was a drain and the disturbance of the water caused by me made all the water drain out. And the first puddle somehow disappeared too. On my right side, there were now people, sitting in rows, possibly watching something. I stepped through them, Pedro following me and watching me. One of the men there had a bottle of water and I asked him to pour a little bit into my hands. In a dream a couple of days ago, I was told that my power was to manipulate the surface tension of water. So I asked the water in my hands to stay as a round ball and I threw it into the air. It flew high and then dropped back down, falling on the head of some unfortunate lady. It somewhat worked, the water stayed together, but I saw it more as a fail because it was far from impressive. The next part of the dream was confusing. My activities attracted some unwanted DCs' attention. More specifically, they started to chase me and looked like they wanted to arrest me. I found a swimming pool that was covered with thick plastic and started to uncover it. Pedro was still with me but didn't interfere in any way. I was sitting on the edge of the pool. Unable to do anything with water in it, I considered jumping in, knowing that I can't drown. DCs had unusual guns and tried to shoot me with some weird projectiles but I managed to dodge. Unable to see anything to gain from jumping into the pool, I somehow retreated. Pedro was on his way out too and I called out to him to wait for me and together, we left the scene. The last part of the dream was kind of a debrief. Pedro looked differently, maybe it wasn't even him anymore. We were talking about waterbending only allowing subtle changes. But that was in real life. I said: "But in a dream, I should be able to do more with it." And he said: "In a dream? Yes, you should be able to do more in a dream." Then the dream ended.
Created Sunday 11 December 2022 Got a short DILD and a few fragments today. Scrap Group 1 Dragon Ball dream.1 Bulma and Goku enter a suburban house. There, they meet Fortuneteller Baba much earlier than they should've. The witch badgers them into doing some chores. When the kids were done, she rewards them with a blue modem cable. This, Baba claim, would allow them to connect to the internet with any device, even non-computerized ones. Timeskip. The duo go to Master Roshi's house, which was also located in a suburbs. They call for the old hermit, but he wasn't home. They decide to leave him the magic modem cable as a gift for him. At a sports stadium watching a baseball game. Mom and Jethro were there. Later, this lean light skinned dark haired guy starts harassing Jethro. The jerk goes nuts, and starts attacking my brother. I intervene, yet somehow, that guy was strong enough to not only hold us both back, but also to lift the two of us off the ground. He tosses us down into the field. It was a long fall before hitting the ground. Warp. I'm back at my seat. None of this commotion ever happened. I get up, and go to the food court/concourse. For some reason, I go all the way around the opposite side of the stadium to find a certain stand. There, I find a gate sealed with a roller door. Curious, I open this up, to find this lead to a seating aisle sealed off to the rest of the public. A security guard (who looked more like a blonde surfer dude in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts ensemble and wearing shades) was standing there, back facing me. He soon turns around, and spots me skulking around. I get spontaneously aware. To score point (and also to avoid unnecessary trouble), I literally rewind the dream, tape scratching sound and all. Events play backwards at dizzying speeds, until I'm halfway down the concourse again, where time is restored. I think of what to do, but after about twelve seconds of pondering things over, the dream collapses. Watching a supposed live action Boondocks movie. Zoom in a Compton suburbs during daytime. This place looked an awful lot like the neighborhood in Friday. Anyway, Robert Freeman (played by the late John Witherspoon, who voiced the same character, and also starred in Friday) was watering his lawn. Soon, a car pulls up, dropping off his grandsons , Riley and Huey. They retained their voice from the cartoon series, despite being played by unknown young actors. Also there was Lamilton. He bragged about how the three snuck into a rated R movie. He tries to get the Freeman boys up to other antics, but they were fed up with him, so Lamilton just goes home. Robert overheard what was said, and was quite upset. He pulls out an airhorn, and sounds it right at the ears of his grand sons. He then yells at them for doing what he told them not to. The two argue that they were roped into Lamilton's whims. They also noted how that other kid was batshit insane. Granddad wanted none of it. Just then, a traffic incident occurs. The two drivers, irate with each other, blocked the road, shouted at each other, and honked their horns. Robert complains about all the noise in his neighborhood, and does likewise. At work. The Christmas party was underway. This caught me off guard, as I was sure it was happening in two weeks. Someone else told me it was actually occurring at the 11th (impossible, given that it was scheduled for a Monday; the 11th is today, a Sunday). I was sure embarrassment was to ensue, as I had no gift for that Secret Santa nonsense.
early: + hideaway by the sea: transforming door locks, secretary, no office equipment (file folders, trash can liners), she says don't bother with the liners and I imagine people just emptying the cans and crumpled up papers + lunch in cafeteria, big bread, long fries, sauce with beige colored ants crawling all over it WBTB [7th-hour waking] + ST by trailer + car broken into, driving with no shoes; ST in hallway + mirror room that doesn't reflect (was removed?); ST + CH bathroom w/strange door and no toilet but hole in floor that flushes itself + plane diving towards sea + ST at pool + [LUCIDD #275] in room with "teammates" talking about this being a shared lucid dream and flying over blue ocean water, we take off and land in a number of different places + [LUCIDD #276] in mall sitting on automated toy horse and group of young people come by who also want on the horse, I say "I'm lucid again, you know!" interact with one DC [frisky time], then decide to do hand through wall, "WHOA!" they say when I stick my hand into the white wall halfway up the forearm, I take it out and tap the wall showing that it's still solid, then more frisky time with another one from the group who shrinks, and I transform her back up to human size, scene fades + [LUCIDD #277] [DEILD] I maintain dreamy mind and I return to a dream scene in CH home sister's room, I cause some roses to grow on a bare plant in a vase in front of my eyes, 3-4 flowers of different types and shapes and colors appear, walk in hallway to find place where can do walk through big solid object, reject bathroom, reject hall wall leading to my old bedroom, decide on closed door to parents' room, try to walk through, "there is no door", but instead as my legs power forwards they knock into the door, opening it (but as two halves of a 2-sided door, each side opening to their side, like the swinging double doors in an old Western saloon), people are in the room talking, there's a painting of a "live" girl there, ST with the painting [LOL], I hear my mom's voice and think I should turn and talk to her but keep going at it with the painting until I wake up
It was super weird. I was leaning on a table next to a playground. Little kids were playing, as usual, but I noticed this goat man staring at me. Visualizing it, it was pretty creepy. But in the dream, I was unfazed. A friend of mine then comes up to me, holding a cigarette. Neither of us have ever smoked before, but he’s telling me to try it. I refuse, obviously. But he keeps insisting. I decide to just make it a first time thing, and not do it again. I put it in my mouth, light it up, inhale, and it feels heavenly. It’s extremely satisfying. Then, I try another one. And another one, and I have a pack already smoked. I find another and I keep smoking though, almost unwillingly. Without me even noticing, the scene changes. I’m in a government laboratory experimenting with genetics. I’m still motionless, smoking. I don’t see them, and they don’t see me. Then I wake up.
12.10.2022 Fragments from earlier in the night: (1) Laying on a bed in one room. But when the sun starts to come up it is too bright in there to sleep, so I move to another room. Sitting on the bed in this room, I can see through the blinds and out the window. I think about how I could see from laying down if I were to put my pillow at the other end of the bed, but then I think it might be OK to take a break from [the war?] and lay down at the end I feel more comfortable with. As I sit looking out the window, there is a message from [the enemy?]? Something involving explosives that look like fireworks or shooting stars in the sky. (2) Tunnels? Or corridors of some kind? Some creature that attacks people (or their characters – this might be a bit video game-ish) and pulls them into another tunnel. If this happens you can break free by going to another area. There are tentacles reaching out from one place that can catch you if you get too close. Dr. Who might be around somewhere...Going down a hallway and into a room. There is an ointment you can apply and clean yourself with if you have been involved in some sort of sin (idolatry?). There is a guy in the room next to me using it, and I try to see if I can get some of it myself...video game thing, using a bottle of perfume to win over a female character. Woke up around 7:45, went back to sleep around 9:30. Journaling with my eyes closed (lucid) I start typing in my dream journal, but my eyes are still closed. I type a line or two, having trouble (naturally). I can see what I’m typing even though my eyes are closed. Then I think that I might just be dreaming this. I do a nose pinch and can still breathe. I’m dreaming!! It is a bit unstable feeling, and I’m not sure at first if it is an actual dream or just HI/visualization. I reach for the light, which feels kind of solid. I stand up. My eyesight is pretty blurry, but at least I’m lucid. I worry that I might be too excited and lose the dream, so I try to stay calm. “This is a dream, stabilize”, I say once or twice. Thinking about the competition, I want to really be sure that this is an actual dream, so I get up and stagger across the room. The dream starts to fade, and I hold onto some imagery for a little bit before losing things. I tried to hold onto the dream, or else have a DEILD, which might have lead into the following non-lucid: Lying in bed. I can see a girl. Maybe a couple of girls. They ask me how I’m doing. “Pretty good!” I say triumphantly, “I just had a lucid dream! It wasn’t very long, but it was lucid. Now I’m feeling pretty good!” [Or close to that. I’m working on trying to remember the exact wording when there is talking in my dreams]. I really do feel pretty good. I am still feeling the ‘lucid euphoria’ that I seem to experience sometimes. I remark on how it seems like I’m looking at this girl through a tunnel in my blankets, or something. Little House on the Prairie, but on a boat A family, including at least one or two girls, are traveling south by boat. It is the Ingalls family, from Little House on the Prairie. But it’s kind of like we are watching this on TV. Also, the plot is a bit difficult to follow. They go south, but then go back north for some reason before going south again. When they go back north, two girls are playing in the river and come across a doll. This doll, apparently, had been tossed into the river earlier on by one of them (or maybe even someone else) earlier on in their journey. They are delighted to find that it has come with them this far. They pull it out from where it has come to rest and toss it back into the current of the river. Meanwhile, I and someone else are trying to figure out why the family is back in this location. I decide, since these are characters, I should ask them (here I seem to be associating them with dream characters, but without being lucid). They explain that they came back north for something. They also talk about how their brother had moved south. They originally lived in Illinois, and he moved down around Louisiana or Missouri, or some place in the deep south. They are moving down to be closer to him. I think that this is interesting, because a similar situation has occurred in my family – which is particularly interesting because now this Little House on the Prairie family are actually my ancestors. History seems to be repeating in our current generation. I explain the situation to this family, explaining that we originally lived in the Midwest, and my brother moved farther away. We didn’t want to leave, but in order to be near the family and the grandkids, it seemed like moving was the thing to do. Fragments that might have all been one dream Lying on a bed. Something about spooky things at night. It’s night. I want to go downstairs. There is something about how it would actually be less spooky to go down while it’s still night, for some reason. I start downstairs, but eventually decide to give it up and go back to bed. I come across my mother in another room. We talk a little bit, I think... ...Something about ghosts. People dying, but coming back to this room? Which I think makes sense in a humorous kind of way considering where those people are from. A woman lies down in the bed I was lying in. “Remind me not to lay on that side of the bed again,” I say. Then a girl comes along and lays on the other side of the bed. “Remind me not to use the sheets,” I say. Someone points out that the ghost women don’t use the sheets. I think that’s smart, since other ghosts have used them... ...Talking with my mother. Something about this same room and bed. There is a row of benches (like church pews) off to the right. When one looks at them with the light shining at the right angle, there are spots of light reflecting off each of them that look like eyes. It’s a creepy effect, and reminds me of something from the Backrooms... ...In a room (the same room as above?) Mickey Mouse is outside of the door dancing with a girl. I wonder if the girl is Annette Funicello... ...Watching a TV show about some people from my college going to Europe to do some work. Playing with toy cars... Christmas bits It’s Christmas. My brother and his wife are at the house. But I only bought one gift for the two of them, and I think maybe one for my mother. My brother’s kids aren’t there though, and I wonder if we will be giving them presents today. If so, I’ll need to go and buy some. There is some discussion about our plan, but in the end it seems that we will not be going to see the kids until the next day. Still, I go to my room and look around for something I can give to my sister-in-law as a gift. ...My brother gives me a gift. Glass with frosting and a joke/meme. Some things about Sherlock Holmes gifts, including an alarm clock where you have to solve a mystery for it to stop (might have been part of the above dream)... Cuban Conspiracy At my old job, there had been an experience where we went to Cuba (in the dream, I mean. This didn’t happen in waking life). While we were there, we got involved in some crime. We then lied to our boss/captain (by now it seems to be related to Star Trek). Some time later, this is found out. There is a scene in which someone is sitting at a desk going over some papers, and things don’t line up quite right. A few other people are around, and I’m saying something to the boss like “we’ll talk about that later. Really. We need to talk about this.” Apparently, this is something really serious. If for no other reason than that we lied about what we did. There is a scene in which Riker (from Star Trek) is lying to cover up what really happened by making up a story about himself committing some other serious crime. I reflect on what has happened and feel kind of guilty. Also I’m kind of scared about being found out. But I kind of justify things to myself by thinking that I was pretty new at the time and was just going along with what the more experienced employees were doing [we were smuggling something, it appears]. I try to think of what I might say if I were questioned about it, but I realize that I don’t quite remember the details of what happened. I try to defend myself by thinking about how, in some countries, there is so much corruption that people have to pay bribes to get things done. Maybe that’s what it was like here. How would I know otherwise? Maybe the system was corrupt. What if, for example, someone had been wanting to build something, but because of the broken system he wasn’t able to get nails? He might be waiting around unable to build until we showed up with smuggled nails. Fragments: (3)...My nephew looking for my violin. It’s in a room, but my mother seems to think I should hide it so that he doesn’t break it.. (4)...Something about drinking alcohol through long skinny tubes. My friends want to go out drinking. There is some kind of festival going on, it seems. Some people in fancy costumes dancing behind a bar. My friends want to pray before leaving... (5)...Something about my artist friend wanting to become more commercial. Mass producing things, but weird things like surgically altering people as a kind of extreme tattoo. I talk about how this is the sort of thing we might see on the Discovery channel someday – “The world’s most extreme tattoos”...
These three dreams were pretty good actually. I got to do a few of the winter competition tasks! In the first one, I was in this Half-Life type dystopian world. I was in the middle of a desert with a set of 4 relatively small skyscrapers that were parallel to each other and a relatively small parking lot with a hole between two of the buildings. The mission was to protect the city from foreign invaders (Half-Life 2 nerds will most likely understand what I'm saying.) . The foreign invaders happened to be Advisors (these gigantic maggot-like alien creatures that have telekinesis and such). They were throwing debris from the buildings they broke around, I was using my Colt Python Revolver in order to stop them. It wasn't long until I was interrupted by Alyx (side-character in the Half Life game) and Dog (her.. mechanical pet) . They were trying to help me and it wasn't long until the desert turned into a forest, the skyscrapers turned into smaller buildings and multiplied in number. I was shot by a small rock, piercing my heart and causing my death. After that I suddenly found myself in an empty basement, with this weird man mumbling something to me. It clicked to me that I was dreaming all of a sudden, so I started phasing through the walls and flying at incredibly high speeds. After flying away from the basement, I teleported myself back to it to yet again complete one of the simpler tasks that is interacting with a dream character. His appearance was distorted, looking like a stretched and pixelated image in photoshop. I asked him as to what he's trying to tell me, only to be met by this odd and peculiar gaze.. Shortly after that I woke up, went back to sleep and that's where the second dream started. In the second dream, I immediately knew that I was dreaming. I was at home, eating a freshly made hamburger. I decided to put a ridiculous amount of ketchup on it and dove in. It was one of the best things I've tasted in a dream so far, it was really tasty, and even the entire table was covered by ketchup! Afterwards, just when I wanted to get a good view of the outside world, I woke up. This was an extremely short one, but it was nice. The third dream features some adult and inappropriate topics, so I'll avoid mentioning them. I found myself in the suburbs, taking a casual stroll. Wasn't long until I got a sudden burst of awareness and lucidity. I used telekinesis to suddenly stop cars that were passing by, after that I took off with insane speed and flight, headed to my house. I arrived within seconds. I was able to sense that someone was in my room, waiting for me. I turned myself invisible and slowly flew through the walls like a ghost. I turned visible again and stopped levitating, dropping myself to the floor of my room. I wasn't able to see them with my normal sight, I was only able to feel their presence. I made them visible, changed them into an attractive individual. I got rid of all the other dream characters, manipulated their mind into.. Well, I'm not allowed to get into the details, it's uncomfortable enough just talking about this publicly. That's all I'll be getting into for tonight :)
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