This was my last dream of the night. A couple dream characters and I were fleeing from an evil therapist, stuck on a dead-end bridge and staring into the void. I turned around and faced one of them, a man with tan skin and bright green eyes, holding my hands up. "It's okay guys, no need to worry, I'll just make a wormhole," I assured them. "Then we can fly through it and we'll be safe." They voiced their doubts, but I shut them down. Suddenly a thought popped into my head: Wait a minute, the last time I flew was in a dream... doesn't that mean this is also a dream? I almost performed a reality check but stopped myself. The dream was so vivid and I was enjoying the plot. (I had managed to do a DEID from the previous dream after being disappointed over how short it was. I didn't want to risk lucidity destabilizing anything, even if it was due to my own schema.) So I deliberately tried to suppress that awareness. It mostly worked, but then I remembered the TotS task to find your own forgotten DJ entries and wanted to try it. As I unfolded the wormhole (it was like a collapsible tunnel) I imagined it leading to my WL dream journal. Unfortunately, while flying through I fell into the void and completely lost lucidity. I guess I'll add it to my LD count since it's enough to count as semi-lucid, but ugh, what a wasted opportunity. The dream lasted for quite a while afterward.
I continue to make my way from the back room. I have all of the artifacts on me that I organized as well as some additional hunting gear. I make my way to the main atrium of a large building, with many side rooms leading to areas with animal exhibits, similar to in a zoo. As I reach the center of the atrium, I suddenly realize I'm in a dream. I consider what to do, but first want to explore the area a bit a and make my way outside. I continue to my left, into a side room. I leave the main atrium through an open walkway and enter a long room with several windows on the outermost section of the building. The wall is filled with booth seating, and several families are in the booths. I look to the booth in front of me and to the left and notice a family of three - there appears to be a a father, a young mother and a very young daughter. I decide to leave this area by simply phasing though the wall to the outside. I'm suddenly hovering over a lush area with quite a bit of foliage, a walkway just ahead of me running longitudinally, as well as a very dark brown lodge style building behind an area of brush. The brush is several feet high and has a reddish hue to it. I however in the air and consider what to do. I think back to heading to a persistent realm that I imagined: Azura. I ignore this goal for now as I still have my hunting gear and artifacts from my previous dream and simply want to have fun and roll with my equipment. I imagine that I'm hunting for a large bear and that it'll be in the foliage. I keep the imagination running, yet don't find one at first. I search for a short while longer and see the wisps resembling the outline of a bear. I grab for a bow behind my back and imagine shooting the bear with an arrow. It is not very vivid, yet successful non-the-less. The dream begins fading a bit and I reflect that mindfulness is a key ingredient for lucid length and stability. As the dream fades I resolve to maintain awareness throughout. --The imagery reduces to a narrow stone walkway, curving and running slightly uphill. The dream imagery persists for a minute or so, and I consider visualizing to encourage the next scene, but don't begin.-- A scene materializes immediately and I'm suddenly next to a large housing structure, which appears to have many loft style homes on each floor. I make my way off of the blacktop and onto the concrete walkway. I young man who is tall with blond hair and appears to be a groundskeeper of sorts gets my attention. I have the sudden intuition that his name is Ricky and I wonder if I'll see him again in the dreamworld. He insinuates that I owe some money for being on the property, and without giving it a second thought, I reach into my back pocket for some cash. I grab a wad of what appears to be several thousand dollars bound by a rubber-band and toss it in his direction. I turn my gaze to the roughly ten-story structure and decide to fly toward the third level. As I fly I wonder if I could create a persistent realm out of this area by simply imagining that it's a stable area as I enter. I phase through the window and enter a dimly lit area with booth style seating to the left, with roughly three separate booths. In the middle booth, two dark skinned young individuals are sitting across from each other having a conversation. I reflect that this would be a very cool home-base to return to. I see that the loft opens to an area to the right several feet further down, and I walk into this area. It is a bar-style kitchen area, with a counter running around the perimeter of a central area. The central area has a square stove of sorts with a large pot in the center. I get the impression that the large pot is used for ceremonial tea preparations of some sort and it reminds me of what would be found in a monastery. I make my way around the outside of the counter top and see a metal basket filled with bananas on the back right portion of the counter. I don't want any bananas, but think it would be good to have some energy bars. I imagine that they'll be in the cabinets above this section of the counter. I reach very high up and open the counter to find a couple rows with two different types of bars. I grab one from one of the vertically stacked rows and unwrap it. The wrapper has a slight reddish tinge and the bar is very dark. It turns out to be chocolate flavored. I begin eating it and it has a somewhat muted flavor and my mouth begins feeling very strange, like there's some sort of pressure on the gums and my mouth is very sensitive. I take a few bites and continue to chew. I feel my dream body slowly begin to vibrate and the dream begins to fade. I determine that I'm in waking reality a moment later.
[DS] = Dream Sign [waking comments in brackets] (clarifications in parentheses) [f] fragment edit: date was wrong! fixed it first waking + I arrive to my favorite camping spot at UL where I stayed with the Boy Scouts many years. I see the huge mound of massive granite boulders in front of me, and I feel so happy to be here. I do a "quiet scream" voice (like screaming but low volume) of "I'M HERE, WOOHOO!!" and I choose a spot to pitch my tent and put my stuff. We all gather together and PK the usual choral master leads a rousing chorus of "Hail to California" [DS! DS! DS! Both singing, and this song in particular]. I'm paying careful attention to my intonation, and sort of unusual [for dreams], it seems I'm off key a little bit. I'm imagine singing very deep bass notes. I strive to always sing harmony most of the time instead of the main tune. And I go for a super high soprano note for the final "HAAAAAIIIILLLLL!!!!". Then the weather's turning bad, it may snow/rain, we're trying to decide to move to higher/more covered ground. I think I might be OK if I stay right where I am but I'm not entirely sure. On of the fathers (Dn Grthr?) is moving to a different spot. + I'm playing a defender position right in front of the goal in a game of soccer on a field. Lighting is twlilight [DS]. Don't actually see any other players, only I am there. But the balls keep being shot in by the other (invisible) players, and I'm doing a really good job of blocking them. Sometimes it's anxious as I block the shot but the ball is still lying in front of the goal and I have to try to get there first before an opposing player gets there to score a goal. 2nd waking (?) + I'm in a swimming pool [DS], lighting is darkish/twilight [DS]. There is a naked girl there, I get a sort of vague glimpse of her HP, and I try to position myself for a better view. Out of the pool I'm standing and there's a fully naked young woman there asking a staff member something. I'm sort of amazed at her just walking around naked, and then I think/remember that there must be a special sort of class/cult meeting today where it's required for the members to be naked, for some sort of reason. I realize that I do not have my (locker?) key, and I start looking for it. I ask a staff member, then think I'll just try the locker room. I have a feeling of doom because if I left it in there it's probably gone along with my stuff. I go in to the room and am relieved to see my key is still sitting on top of my book on a shelf. Then I'm re-entering the locker room and it is incredibly steamy from all the showers. It is very uncomfortably humid and I hate getting dressed in humid conditions, but I guess some people like it. I sort of slip on the wet floor and lose my balance briefly and call out ("Hey!" or "Whoa!"). Then I hear some guys elsewhere in the dressing room making fun of the outburst that they just heard. + [f] I'm in a cafe/restaurant and there is a table of people there including an old man who are moving from an inside table to an outside table. There is a very narrow path and I'm trying to go in while they are simultaneously coming out, and I end up having to wait for all of them to go by before I can enter [DS, people in my way] 3rd waking (?) + [semi-lucid?] I'm on street outside CH. There is a group of people including some girls heading my way from the G's house walking towards FL street. They sort of veer to their right (my left) to avoid me I think. I feel bold [DS] and go up to a girl and interact with her: ----------------- V tb hc gb bar tvey naq ernpu vafvqr ure oybhfr naq teno n obbo. Vg'f fbeg bs vafhofgnagvny ohg orpbzrf pyrnere jvgu n yvggyr ovg bs gvzr. V'z zbivat zl unaq nebhaq naq tvivat ure n tbbq srry. V nyfb srry ure fpengpul cvgf. -------------------- The scene visuals fade while we're interacting but I continue to feel it for a while before transitioning/waking final waking: + [f] in a room/cafe? There is a raised table/counter near me. (There are lamps on it)? [Only thing I remember is:] Looking at the counter top, I see there is a very intricate carving made into the wood. It's not just graffiti but is smooth and the "words" there are written in cursive, some of them. Someone did this on purpose.
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