I was in an undefined place, with my brother on my right. We walk forward, and this scene repeats itself 2 times, towards some kind of altar. I was aware that he was having a lucid dream. I was convinced of it. I, for now, was not lucid. I don't remember what happens the first time, while on the repetition I know what happens. We arrive at the altar and we stand in front of it; I don't know if he was still on my right, at that moment I was only aware of myself and the surrounding environment. The altar was an undefined color, like gray (?). The background starts to get black, like in my lucid dreams when they end and the view starts to darken. Thanks to this, I understand that I was dreaming. It wasn't such a strong realization to be aware of the fact that I could control the dream and stop the darkening; I was only slightly aware of dreaming. But in fact I don't stop the darkening, and the dream "ends". Im only having bad lucid dreams smh
7:54 AM I just woke up from potentially one of the most influential lucid dreams I've ever had. The way I got lucid, I believe, was through a combination of WBTB (Wake Back To Bed) and MILD (Mnemonic Induction of Lucid Dreams). Becoming Lucid The first thing I remember is seeing a bunch of different times. I wasn’t exactly worried, but I was thinking about the time because I had an alarm set, and I thought it was around seven-something. So I dreamed that I was checking the time—on my phone, my computer, and my watch. But in reality, I wasn’t actually moving; I was just seeing those times. That was probably my first clue. The first time I saw was 19:48, which is 7:48 PM, not AM. But at the time, I was like, "Yeah, that makes sense. I woke up earlier and was trying to go back to sleep, so 7:48 sounds right." Then I saw the time on my phone—it said 7:56 or something similar. I remember thinking, “Wait, that doesn’t seem right, I literally just checked.” Finally, I checked my watch, and it read 10:10:100. That’s just not possible. That was the tipping point. Three completely different times, one of which was impossible. I immediately thought, “Yep, I’m dreaming.” So first off, shoutout to reality checks—because they’re paying off. Now, I was wearing my sleep mask, and I tried to take it off. Nothing happened. I felt it come off, but another one was under it apparently. I kept removing sleep masks to find new ones infinitely spawning on top of the one on my face. I'd take one off, say, “Alright, lemme take off my sleep mask.” and another one would still be on. Again and again. I started laughing and was like, “All right, I guess I’m just not gonna fuckin see in this dream lmao” Lick Stabilization Then I remembered to stabilize the dream. I got on the floor and tried licking it. This was probably the most fascinating part of the dream. It was like my brain didnt have my sense of taste loaded in memory. My sense of taste is rarely used in dreams I can remember. When I first licked the floor, I couldn’t taste anything. My tongue crackled as if my taste buds were being used for the first time in my life. I cannot stress this enough- my sense of taste was straight up GONE. What I tasted instead was what I would imagine a missing texture named like, “[PLACEHOLDER]” or something to taste like. It was like my brain had forgotten how to taste. Even after I woke up, my tongue was still tingling. Instead of flavor, I saw these bright rainbow flashes—kind of like impact frames from modern One Piece. Now, I was keeping my eyes closed since I couldn't see anyway due to the sleep mask, but after the third or fourth lick, my vision came back. When I opened my eyes, I was right where I expected to be- on the floor, in my room. And the stabilization? Insanely strong. Four licks gave me the same level of stabilization that walking around touching everything for 45 seconds would’ve given me. So it seems like taste is my strongest stabilizing sense. I think it varies person to person. I want to try smell next. I’ve never really smelled anything in dreams either. The only senses I’ve used regularly are sight, sound, and touch. I haven’t explored taste, smell, or vestibular senses like balance or proprioception. The Plan: Omni Lucidity* I have a plan to obtain something I call Omni Lucidity—the ability to lucid dream whenever I want. It’s probably not that hard with good practice and I seem to be on my way there anyway, but I’ve got an idea for making it more consistent and easier to pull off, provided you can already get there. Think of it as some QoL. So. The idea is to create a dream character while awake who’s sole purpose is to be my dream guide. Get them to find me in dreams and make me lucid, either by telling me I’m dreaming repeatedly or by forcing lucidity into me. The tricky part is getting the lucidity required for the final step, finding them in a lucid dream and making your wish of their purpose known; essentially activating them. Funnily enough, I’ve actually gotten it to work once before, but it happened spontaneously! Back then I hadn’t yet activated my dream guide, Francesca, and still haven’t to this day, so I KNEW it could work. But recently, I thought deeper: everything in the dream is my subconscious. Dream characters, objects, environments—they’re all just pieces of it. So instead of telling a character, why not tell the dream itself? So I shouted “Omni Lucidity!”, and then said, “The next time I’m in a dream, find me and make me lucid.” *This happens right after the sleep mask thing, but it’s here for flow. Realization After Waking After all that, I pretty much immediately woke up. And I think I’ve finally figured out why I always wake up after stabilization: It’s not the stabilization that ends the dream—it’s the moment I question my lucidity afterward. I had always wondered whether or not this “dream like” feeling of existing in a dream, characterized by what really can only be described as a tingling at the back of my soul, was indeed a part of the dream or a just product of hazy dream memories. But now I'm sure—it's real for me at least. After stabilization, that distinct feeling goes away, and the dream becomes fully and completely indistinguishable from the waking world. Here, even after everything I've been through, it's hard to believe I haven't yet woken up. And once I doubt that I’m still lucid, that’s when the dream ends. My dreams just aren’t long enough to continue after lucidity ends. So as long as I stay lucid, the dream continues. It’s kind of funny—after licking the ground three or four times, I found myself on the floor in my room, just as expected after doing WILD. The floor tasted dusty and gross, like I imagined it would. But the stabilization was so effective that it brought back my sight after just a few licks. Final Thoughts I learned so much from this dream. Tonight, I’ll get to test whether speaking directly to the dream—my subconscious—actually works. I know this operates on belief, and if I don’t believe it’ll work, maybe it won’t. But with the licking stabilization, I didn’t really have any expectations either, and that still worked. Still, it’ll be more powerful if I can talk to Francesca myself. As I said at the beginning: This dream has the potential to be the most influential and interesting lucid dream I’ve ever had.
I was riding a bus, and after some time, my stop came up. The door closed before I could do anything, and I ended up hanging off the front of the bus. It was going incredibly fast, with the bus driver actively trying to shake me off. Eventually, the bus *turned into a jet*, and the bus driver was now my *pilot*. I figured the city must be restricted airspace because suddenly, we were being chased by police. We could outrun most of them, but eventually, they started shooting out these **Bomb Rush Cyberfunk**-style chains that latched onto the jet and slowed us down. We landed on a rooftop and tried to make a run for it—doing parkour or something—and suddenly, I realized *I was Spider-Man*. It didn’t help much, though. The chains now dropped this *metal scrap dust* onto the ground that made it *really painful* to walk. I surrendered, but I didn’t know what happened to the pilot. I ended up in prison, though I wasn’t too worried—*I’m literally Spider-Man*, after all. I looked around and eventually found my pilot friend. He was in the same prison and even the same unit as me. I asked him, “Why the hell did they put us together?” He chuckled and said, “I have no idea. It’s like they want us to escape.” I wasn’t planning to escape just yet. I knew I could at any time. Instead, I wanted to use my super strength to earn money and buy the not-free lunch for everyone—get them on my side. A few days passed, and apparently, the prison allowed field trips? I found a guy who didn’t want his *hoverboard*, so I took it. It had been so long since I’d ridden one that I was terrible at it. When we got back to the prison, I knew they weren’t going to let me keep it, so I just handed it over to the first guard I saw. Back inside, they tried explaining to me that I needed to paint something—or maybe print something? I’m not sure. They were speaking Spanish, and they were speaking it really fast. Luckily, my pilot buddy spoke Spanish—he’s Mexican, though I don’t know where in Mexico he’s from. Anyway, he didn’t help me, and I eventually woke up. Ps. Lack of markdown is kinda annoying. Is it here and i am dumb?
I am on an unspecified Greek island with people I know to be my classmates. We are outside, in a rocky area - the context is rather vague. We talk. There are also some third-person views of the landscape at some point, which prominently features a volcano. My father has just invited me to go visit him on Corfu for the week, which is something out of the ordinary. My mother is apparently on a different island. It occurs to me that there’s something symbolic to this - to all of us being so far apart, on separate islands…. At some point, the volcano starts to show some alarming signs of activity. People close to it are running. I’m afraid for them, and hope they make it far away in time - they need to make it past the water separating them from the rest of the island before it gets too hot to pass. But I should be getting as far away as I can too, just in case. The landscape has a number of small canyons threading through it - the only real paths we can take, which is definitely kind of unfortunate since that’s where the lava is bound to be channeled as well. I can already see it, not far behind a group of people running past where their path intersects with mine. For some reason, I’m sure it’ll only follow one path, so I wait at an intersection, ready to go down the path it doesn’t take. The group approaches, now followed by a big wheel of flame - just a large circle made of fire, rolling along on its rim after them. But it doesn’t follow the group, doesn’t go down either one of the paths: it stays at the intersection where I am. Not only that: it actually seems to be shadowing my movements. Something clicks. This clearly isn’t the situation I had first thought it was. What now? I do what feels right: I hook the wheel around my right leg and spin it around. It turns blue when I make contact with it, and as it spins faster, it contracts from being a bit larger than a hula hoop to being around the size of a tire. After some time, I switch it to my left leg and spin it the other direction, and finally, I set it back down. It stays blue and small, and sits there looking slightly wobbly and indistinct for a few seconds before dissipating. My father has picked this moment to arrive. I start to tell him about what just happened, but he interrupts and doesn’t really give me a chance to talk. It occurs to me - maybe it would be better just not to mention the whole fire wheel thing. He probably wouldn’t get it anyway. I wonder what my classmates must be thinking now - there’s a whole group of them nearby, their attention still focused on me. I kind of wish he’d just stop talking and at least let me take care of the burns, though. I was doing that with bare legs, and yeah, I can see marks there, even though the burns don’t look too serious, and I’m not feeling any pain from them. A false awakening after that, in which I make notes about the dream and then various other things happen. There were so many dreams after that, many of them full of conversations, and without awakenings in between - at least that I can remember - I just didn’t have time to write them down after having already woken up around 5 to record that one. But the last dream of the night involved being in (probably) a gym, where I was doing an exercise that involved jumping over a yoga mat and then jumping backwards to the starting position in a certain posture. NR came over and set a timer down on the floor set for half an hour - an analog device, kind of like a big egg timer. The implication is clear. I don’t think I’ll have trouble keeping this up or half an hour, but there is another problem: I seriously doubt that I’m going to be asleep for another half hour to keep doing it. Actually, I only stayed asleep for another minute or so. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to a time when I can devote more attention to dreaming and get back to moments like that actually resulting in full lucidity. (Additional note: this was not my first volcano dream, but this one was almost certainly triggered by having seen video on the news of the port explosion in Iran the previous day, since that’s what my aunt had going on the TV in her hospital room when I went to visit.) 28.4.25
Hypnagogic Imagery: I saw the letters ZZ, I guess because of sleeping lol. Non-Lucid: Some show about guys, "gal pals", on a plane with people in economy and others in main cabin. It was not a full flight. Non-Lucid Fragment: My dad got (illegible -- ants?). Also: Do you want to stay for a movie? I said, well, 7 PM is a little late. He said "We're not getting dinner anywhere so I would keep score, but we would (illegible) cake ? (illegible) later. Yeah, I can't decipher that one. I'm gonna have to count it as a fragment I'm afraid. WBTB attempt: Failed. However, I did slip back into a non-lucid, though I have no memory or notes of it I fear. Not great, but when work keeps me up late, sadly 'tis a gamble.
I’m in the back of Meadow main house at night. I approach a large rock and begin to lift upward. I become lucid. I fly toward the corner of the yard and notice a light on in Bud house. I decide to head into the room and explore the house a bit. I figure I’ll need to speed up quite a bit to not waste time and possibly destabilize. I imagine the window zooming toward me and me zooming toward it, and the distance closes rapidly. I phase though the glass, entering the home. I find myself in a fairly small bedroom and quickly shift into bird form. I fly around and notice that blue hue enveloping the entire room. I see a boy begin to enter the room, so I turn on invisibility. He doesn’t notice me, so I continue to fly toward the bed, landing on it briefly before exploring to the dresser to my left and beyond. I begin to head out of the room and begin to sense a maternal figure in the area below as I fly though the doorway, still in bird form. I head down the hallway and notice a dresser with some type of binder on top, fully opened. I notice what appear to be Magic cards inserted throughout the plastic pages. I float in front of the binder briefly, before turning toward the staircase, considering where to explore to next. I begin to wake up.
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