I had some hypnagogia and then a lucid dream. I always find myself in bed, lying in the same position. The place was different though, it looked like a hotel. At first it was dark and I even had my eyes closed so I couldn't say where I was. Then I opened them and turned my head to the right/up. There was a window, closed, from which no light came in, made up of two panels. There I understood that I wasn't in my room. I was lying on a fairly comfortable double bed. The duvet, like the pillow and the blankets, I think were white. I felt a certain pressure on my back; I started to think it was someone. I wanted to make sure who it was, but this person spoke first. I recognized her from her voice: an irl friend of mine, who I'll call Ca. I don't remember what she said, but I remember that she spoke in a low and slightly childish tone (as she sometimes does irl). I tried to stay aware of the environment, so as not to waste this opportunity for lucidity. Now. During the hypnagogia, in addition to following it, I was thinking about what I had to do: control an element, for the competition on dreamviews. But in this dream I do something completely different. I even remembered it, but I decided that I wanted to kiss Ca 💀. I try to get up, with a bit of fear that something would happen (like that I couldn't move, pain...), but I block the intrusive thoughts and sit on the bed, still with the covers on. Ca does the same. When I got up I felt a strange sensation, but I ignored it. To the right of the bed where we were, there was a space and then a single bed. It's basically my aunt's guest room. To make another movement (which I don't remember) the same thing happened: fear of making a mistake, intrusive thoughts blocked and problem solved. Now I tried to grab her a**, and I succeeded with my right hand. Only she moves away, telling me in a slightly sensual voice "Noo". But I insist. I reach out to her back and lower it, but I can't reach anything. It's like Ca's back is really long. For a moment I doubt it was a boy, but I chase away this unfounded thought. She tries to move away, but I've changed my goal and I want to kiss her. I try to grab her (body, like hugging) once but nothing. After a while, I make sure we fall off the bed. She's underneath and I hold her head so she doesn't hurt herself. You can hear the thud, but I haven't felt any pain (and neither has she). I thought about saying, "See, I'll protect you too," but in the end I didn't say it. I bring my lips together to kiss her, but she has her face turned to her left. Then she turns around. I was ready. Our lips touch. The first sensation was that her lower lip is moist, a little wet. It's a feeling I've never felt before, but it was really nice. I had started well and was continuing well too. We continued kissing for a little while until the dreamstarted to turn black. I remained in limbo for a little while, where everything was black, and I woke up.
Meditated while trying to WILD but it often just keeps me awake. Second false awakening since the comp began (still didn't catch it) : (Fragment) Me and three of my nephews in a house Team WBTB *false awakening* In my bed, I'm writting the dreams of me and a teammate of this spring comp (he's online in the notes app), I want us to go back to sleep for WBTB
Updated 04-17-2025 at 08:09 PM by 105272
Together, Y and I emerge from what seems to be a metro station. We are in the Netherlands – apparently, because this is the only place where I am going to be able to have a fully fledged music career. I know this somehow. She seems to be the one taking the lead, though. I’m going to enroll in a university here, and it seems as if the staircase leads directly into one of the buildings. I examine my surroundings – white tiled walls with mosaic patterns as the staircase ends, leading into a hallway. This building is where art classes are held. The two of us walk into a large studio classroom that’s filling up with students as if the class is about to begin. She takes a seat, and I take one next to her. After a few minutes, the professor begins speaking – English seems to be the language of instruction here – and students go to a series of large wooden bins along one wall, pulling out various kinds of bones. They take the bones back to the tables and begin to sketch them. I go over, grab what looks like it might be a vertebra, and also begin to draw. Later, a lot of time seems to have passed – maybe a year. I’m checking an electronic billboard in a campus building. 13.4.25 The dream started as a sort of school/workplace dream, I think, but shifted at some point to a setting like an abandoned barn. I’m here with a man who seems familiar, as if maybe he’s based on people I actually know, and we’re talking. A black cat with a red collar that I recognize as L is also here: he comes over to sit next to me, and I pet him. Planes are passing by overhead. I can see them through a hole in the roof – too close, it seems to me, and very loud. I don’t like it. I don’t like the look of the sky, either. It’s too dark for this time of day. A storm is brewing. The wind picks up, and keeps picking up. I can feel the building beginning to be pulled up into the air. So it is here, about to upend my life the way it has so many others. I’m not afraid. I knew it would only be a matter of time. I just have to stay calm and focused. I am up in the air now, which is full of debris spun by the winds in the strange light of the storm. As I’m blown by the winds, I let the world spin, as if I’m the point of stability, and it’s only everything else that’s moving around relative to me. Unsurprisingly, this level of focus is pulling me into latent lucidity. I am flying now, making a beeline for the source of all this trouble. I don’t know how exactly to describe it – it must be a bit like it would be for a dog or something following a scent trail, but more abstract than that – some kind of recognizable trace left behind in the mindscape, becoming stronger as I approach. I land in a neighborhood – not an especially nice one. Small, prefabricated houses jumbled too close together, a few completely inadequate attempts at greenery. Barely a step above a trailer park, really. It is now late out. I walk to the house the trail leads to, stepping straight through the door. I’ve never been here before, but I can see it all in my mind. The trace leads into a sort of narrow office past the kitchen – a closed-off, unpleasant, musty, crawly kind of mental signature that the whole place figuratively reeks of. It’s strongest around the computer, which has a big, boxy kind of monitor of a sort that probably went extinct years ago. But in the kitchen, I run into A and C, an older couple I’ve known for a number of years. This is their house. Suddenly, it’s as if the scenario not only is different, but has been different the entire time. I have come here to warn them about what is going to happen. And so the question of what exactly would have happened to that computer will forever remain a mystery.... 17.4.25
Still nothing but sludge. Very non vivid, having trouble with coherent scenes or plots. I was taking a vacation in puerto rico. I think I had a terminal illness and was trying to enjoy a vacation before I died. I was on the wet side of the island in a valley between some of the more mountainous regions. I was at some point making a model of a dress. Apparently I had decided I wanted to get into sewing and fashion design. The dress was to be made of a brown fabric with green arrows going in a circle as the pattern to symbolize that it was made out of recycled materials. It looked absolutely terrible. My model of the dress was made of a rolled-up poster board. I was doing this inside some kind of flower garden. At some point I was reheating a leftover slice of pizza in a clay oven with a wood fire. Some woman came over to see what I was doing and when she saw the pizza she seemed grossed out and left. At some point I was riding on the back of a brown and white horse. But it turned into a really tall bicycle that I couldn't figure out how to get down off of.
Marble stairs in Paris (fragment) With one of my brothers in an appartment *forgot what happened*, then I'm in Paris, on top of giant white marble stairs, lots of people are sitting on the steps, I find a spot near the edge next to a group of travelers Violent glitched waves A place where dreamers can meet and embody other dreamers to increase their chances of lucid dreaming. *false awakening* I write down my embodied "dreams" a bit like this : •*Dream* .*Something* •*Dream* .*Something* •*Dream* .*Something* •*Dream* .*Something* Then I go back to "sleep" : I'm walking outside, following the road in a forest, then there's mostly a concrete road and less nature. I'm heading towards a specific place. On the way, a grandma with pink lipstick and yellow dye painted all over her skin is making zombie or Frankenstein noises and mannerisms in a car with no rooftop and she has an automatic hairdressing machine on her head. But I know this is normal in this place. I've arrived at my destination. I see the beach, with high waves frozen in time, which I try to unfreeze using telekinesis : the waves start moving again every few seconds, like It's glitching. The sea is very rough, the tides are getting closer to me quickly and without stopping. I take off one sock to not wet it but I don't have time to take off the other one when the waves become more and more violent. The waves are so violent that I have to run, trying not to get my remaining sock wet. Then there's one of my sisters and some other people. She explains to us how to deal with the incoming waves : we have to stay behind the large wall/block of ice, and jump when the water comes in. We do it and the water is cold because of the ice.
On Night 1 I couldn't fall asleep until like 1am and had to wake up early, so I only remember one short dream: Apology poem I'm at my parents house in the dining room with some family (mostly nephews), then the scene cuts to a prisonner that made a really long apology letter, like a full book, written in rhymes like a poem, directed to the judge, which convinced him to release the prisonner. Now this letter/poem is taught in schools.
No Dreams Recalled. Frequent sleep interruptions via dehydration and temperature.
This dream lasted about three to four minutes. I was with one of my friends, and we were watching something. After she left to go to the bathroom, I woke up—and then I DEILD back into the dream. I was stabilizing for what felt like two or three minutes, running my hand across the walls, floors, and other surfaces. It worked to a decent degree, but I kind of forgot that I wanted to try to use multiple senses to stabilize. I wasn’t really expecting to get anything here, so my plan wasn't in my head. I just went on autopilot—but autopilot seemed to work. The dream got quite vivid. After I felt like it was in a pretty good place, I stopped stabilizing. I think I wanted to summon something, but the dream immediately ended after I stopped stabilizing. I also want to investigate the possibility that I go into a FA rather than waking up. It might be that after stabilizing FAs rather than full wakeups happen (at least for me).
Fragment Near a raging, muddy waterfall trying to take photos. Careful while stepping on the mossy shores of the frothing river. Hangry We stop for our supper. Kayji sees her friends. She sits with them instead. I choose a salad. A man stands near. Suddenly my food is his? Complaints fall on deaf ears. Facts only find blind eyes. The van which is escape shifts shape into a bike. Ride darkening roads. Hippy man brushes me with a flowered branch when I coast pass. Enraged, I swing around and let loose surge of rage. And then, there comes the sun. It shines the way to the near forgotten roads to home. Whisper & Warrior Solitude found in a flimsy shed. Ignore raps and requests for entry. Shed shifts into a treehouse crammed with computers. Shift again into THE bat cave. Heroes gather. A grainy ghost of woman appears shining like shadow Galadriel. She is sublime and exists, aware, across dimensions and time. She knows she haunts the hovel of my all my hearts. I know that across all of her spectral lives she may love only The Warrior. Chasing In a pow wows pulsing heart Jae and Shae prance and sway to ancient songs of grace. Fumble my way forward. They are always out of reach. Find them safe in a hotel, which becomes a trailer, which becomes a single shack of hoarders' mess and just as jumbled lightlessness. Want only to rescue them but they seem happy where they are. Mysteries With straight cut bangs he looks more oompa-oompa than hobbit. Bilbo says its to do with his evolution from clean cut to wild haired, hobbit of mystery. I laugh. "What do you REALLY know of me?" he asks, then asks things I can not answer. "What do you REALLY know of yourself?" he asks, then asks things I can not answer. We both are a mystery to me, it seems. Despite it all we still keep good company. Note: Someone who I'd been talking about the game to, became lucid last night and completed one of my new personal goals. She 'fourth walled herself'. It was only her second lucid dream ever. Team Robot - Spring Competition Day 3
So I think getting into the robot theme will be difficult for me. I am tuned way more into imagining fantasy creatures like dragons and monsters and such. But its still fun to try and become lucid then change the WHOLE setting, I'm thinking of doing an Alien Invasion sometime so ill have to battle a lot. Dream: I'm a Witcher, going around an unfamiliar city. The friends I have are nowhere in sight. And I'm looking for them. No luck in finding any of them. My swords still become floppy when i use them, so i imagine them more rigid and it seems to work... Didn't get to test it out before I woke up to my alarm. I guess my swords keep having performance issues, yes, swords, steel swords... Not anything real to note, didn't do anything big in the dreams. No tasks, just walked around.
Evening: Nap Fragment: Someone was going to become a weed dealer, something about having 700 fake living locations to be safe. Nap Fragment: Something about me becoming a server at some cafe/restaurant. Night: Dream: Something about doing someone figuring out and doing wild in the middle of the day without sleeping while being awake making interesting neon streaks visuals and allowing them to walk up walls, etc. Frag: Robot transformation selling people. Theyre like little robot faces that allow you to turn into a robot. Something about cognitive functions deteriorating after some years though Frag : Going to ni hao (Chinese restaurant) on thursday even tho its closed then. Dream: Some VR things I reallly want to do but I'm late for school, I pick and transform into Sejuani to be faster, do some sailing on a raft, then climbing some mountains, It's a fake school beacon... Im also a dad of 3 kids? and there's something mental about them in that world? And I'm in last year highschool while also in my masters uni? Im going to be late for a Dutch class with some stupid assignment.
I’m in some horror game set up where I’m driven to a house and need to walk up the stairs to some door. Then, I need to open the door, see if the horror entity is there, and if he is, run immediately to “win”. I tried this a few times, opening the door a couple times to be met by a white boney hand holding the door I was trying to reclose, open and running down the stairs (don’t know why these instances didn’t count but ok). I decided I’d try and catch this thing off guard cuz it apparently had a visitation pattern and I could catch it when I expected to. So I jumped up and started tracking where the thing was supposed to be as I flew through the air. My flying style was a lot like Jet’s from MHA at first (bursts of air through my feet), but I realized that I could hover and control my flight much better than I thought I could. It was nighttime in a city I don’t actively recognize, so passing over the city illuminated by the bright signs and street lights was a nice sight to take in. As I continued tracking the creature, I saw that I overshot it and turned around to redirect myself. Then I saw a number at the bottom left of my vision saying “wall climb boosts left:” with a number (most likely cuz I’ve been playing parkour a lot recently). I figured this was the amount of flight boosts I had left, so I decided to make a soft landing on rocky formation covered in snow, right in the middle of the waters I was currently flying over. I waited for my WCBs to recharge, all while making sure not to slip and fall into the icy water since it was apparently cold here. After a bit, I shot back into the air, looking for the creature*once*more.
DREAM 1 I was rich in the dream and I was trying to get somewhere, I feel like it was New York and I needed to get there urgently but I kept getting delayed. I didnt care if it was by flight or train. I can’t remember why I needed to go, but I have a feeling it had something to do with my mom and something to do with my ex boyfriend Joey. There was also a scene in the dream where Joey was running through a dark wet field along a fence seemingly trapped inside due to the lightning and not wanting to touch the fence. All his friends were on the other side panicking but he ran through the fence and came out the other side unharmed. DREAM 2 My mom was feeling very sick and was sitting outside in her car. I was worried about her dying out in her car and when I heard a long continuous beeping outside I worried that my worst fear had come true and that she had passed out and her head hit the horn. I ran out there and she was fine the honking had come from somewhere else but she was still feeling sick so I helped her back inside. My little sister was there inside in the kitchen and I was offering my mom some of my clothes to wear, she could have her pick and she picked either a blue or pink maxi dress idr which one she picked I thought it was pink but the next time I looked at her she was wearing the blue one and I told her she looked like a princess. I asked her if she was hungry and she nodded enthusiastically yes and then daya was hungry too and I got stressed bc I had no idea what to make on a whim late at night. Then ofc Daya wanted to wear something of mine too and I was rooting through my dresses for her when I woke up DREAM 3 There was a popular fantasy adventure book series in this dream universe and the dream would switch from me reading it, to hearing about it to living in it from 3rd person at times and first person at times. It was about this guy who is going on a journey alongside others but he even though others are on the same journey, they can stick together and this guy has to be isolated, alone without help. In the dream I remembered hearing 2 people talking about the book and how its tragic to have to watch him go through the journey alone and you just feel so bad for him, but like halfway through the series you finally understand why he needed to do it alone. All of a sudden I’m now in the book first person although I know without seeing myself that I’m him and not irl me. I’m at the beginning, before he even knows what’s going on and I’m in “my” house but it didn’t actually look like mine irl I just knew it was supposed to be. My (real ) mom and sister are upstairs and I’m trying to whisper yell to my sister Daya to plot because I was suspicious of my mom, I had a feeling she was the villain and that she would turn on me any second and I’d have to run. So I was scrambling on the ground floor trying to pull on a dirty shirt and force my feet into my 11 year old sisters shoes just to have shoes bc I knew I’d have to run and couldnt go upstairs where my mom was. Then my mom and my sister come downstairs and Daya is cozied up to our mom and I realize for the first time that I’m on my own. I thought I had her on my side and we’d run together but I’m realizing I’m going to be running alone. And then fast forward to later there was another situation with 2 men this time that im talking to, they’re friends who are going through the journey too but I’m still on my own I can’t join forces with anyone else and theres no way to cheat. Then I was back out of the story and reading it again as a book. I was scrolling on YouTube to find reading ambience and I saw a video that at first was a reading ambience of the book but then it turned into being a short clip of episode 8 and someone saw me looking and said it’s the only released episode. The AI image attached is a visual of dream #3.
Updated 04-17-2025 at 04:17 AM by 105105
Here we go! Dream #1 (Non-Lucid): I was at Walt Disney World, doing single rider and the System Formerly Known as FastPass to get on lots of rides. Dream #2 (Fragment/Hypnagogic Imagery): My brain played to me the following lovely names, telling me that they are good names for women in stories: Chelsea, Lotion (!!!), and Dawn. Dream #3 (Lucid): I was heading home. I arrived. I lived in a neighborhood in California, consisting of 3 houses with connected backyards. I opened the wrong garage door -- WHOOPS -- and sheepishly went back to mine, but I couldn't find it. Then I was suddenly in Six Flags Magic Mountain. Somehow, this triggered my reality check. I was with T. but couldn't see her, which was annoying. I could only feel her presence. Anyway, I did the check, and thought "I think I'm awake". But I just kept thinking, how on earth did I randomly get teleported to Magic Mountain? T convinced me to do a reality check again and this time I realized I was dreaming. At first, despite knowing that I was dreaming, I still kept looking for my house. Then, my fuzzy brain went NO you can do whatever you want! I completely forgot about the order of my three-step tasks and we just went to try casting a portal. This...Woke me up. Dream #4 (Slightly NSFW, Non-Lucid): This lady was stripping in front of a group of guys in order to prove a point about sexism. I think I was just an observer; I was not in the group. I woke up shortly after this one.
This dream was non vivid and I don't have much recall of it but it had an interesting premise. There was a restaurant/tavern in the woods run by talking animals. The one running it is (well I don't know exactly... He looked like some combination of a ringtail lemur, squirrel and koala bear.) This scene plays out the same and every time the owner is talking to his chef who is this sort of six-armed bear. There is an argument and a cast iron pot falls on someone and kills them. Then the bear who is arguing with the owner spills a pot of boiling oil which catches on fire and results in the tavern burning down. This repeats every 17 minutes. (Though each run-through of this scenario seems to take a lot less than that). The setup is sort of like outer wilds, I must go through it over and over and eventually stop the disaster. However this seems really hard to do, there is some final-destination like rigging of events that makes them really difficult to prevent.
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