dream fragment

I said a while ago that I have better luck with lucids after 6:15, but lately they've all been on school days. (No school today because it's senior graduation.) Well, whatever. Slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
An extra category was added to the DV competition: "Cowboys." Its description: "Even city people can do it as long as they put on an accent!" Woke at 4:30 and WBTB.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
A boy was living in a small, verdant cave with a couple baby dragons. They had attacked him at one point, and now his body was largely artificial; he'd built it himself. I was wandering around and found him there. The dragons, frightened and unwell from being held captive for so long, flew over to me and hid behind my back. I'm pretty sure the boy was simply misguided, not evil, but he gave me a bad vibe nonetheless.

Don't remember a transition, but we ended up in my house with some other people. His body looked incredibly human, more so than before, though he would occasionally speak in a freaky android voice. I touched his fingernails and tried to give advice on how to make it more realistic.

His grandma(?) was a dragon trainer and also in the house. I didn't like her very much, but I soon disappeared from the dream. A little witch became the main character (third person), and the granny gave her a link to a website she used often. She said it was connected to another country and the URL was quite suspicious, but it seemed secure after typing it in.

As soon as the webpage loaded up, the witch and her companions were transported into a Japanese-speaking world of volcanoes and dragons. On one of the volcanoes its name was written, but I only remember it had 意味なんて (imi nante) in it. Witches were generally hated there, but the little girl was on a mission so they tolerated her.

Some time later, a witch in her teens traveled there to save a dragon. Two humans accompanied her, and they entered through a crack in a volcano, carried in by a rush of cold water. The dragon was wrapped up in a blanket in her arms, and she shivered on the bank where she was washed up.

Two guards of the world approached her, and she started to ask a question, but they pinned her down and yanked her arms behind her back. There was a flash to the little witch's team, and one of the members became Inuyasha. He turned around, sensing the other witch's danger, and exclaimed, "Kagome?!"

The witch, apparently Kagome, was locked in a cramped prison cell. Her broken arms were crisscrossed over her chest, restrained in double casts. She was on her knees in the middle of the room, and a few judges(?) watched her from a long wooden table.

She tried to convince them to let her go, but they wouldn't budge, so she started crying. She said that "apples won't grow here anymore" (the land was becoming barren), that "they only come from witches," so why were the residents of this world so hostile toward them?

I think they were beginning to be swayed, but before anything substantial happened, I woke up at 6:37. (Which makes no sense because I don't remember hearing my 6:15 alarm at all.) WILD attempt, WBTB.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
First thing I remember is a vast ocean, with two parallel, shelf-like cliffs jutting out of it. A man was flying around, telling people to never climb them because of how dangerous they were. They were slippery and full of hostile plants and animals. He said that if they wanted food, they should go somewhere else.

In the water, an elderly fish lady asked what it would be like if her husband were a crocodile like him. (He was a humanoid alligator.) He swam above her and her egg and did something, but I don't remember what.

New plot: A girl had been kidnapped by a (physically) big simpleton and taken to another dimension. She was in love with a gay guy and earlier had been jealous of him putting band-aids on the hand of another girl, even though she knew he was gay.

That gay guy and the band-aid girl were planning a trip to rescue her. The girl pulled President Eisenhower/Kennedy out of a giant mural on the wall, and he created a spaceship out of thin air. I entered the dream and we all went in, but it didn't have a back wall so we had to hold on tight to avoid being thrown out while it flew at light speed. It was a little scary, but mostly annoying.

We arrived in the other dimension, landing in some sort of restaurant. All the furniture was oversized, and we spotted the simpleton chatting with the kidnapped girl at a booth. He was telling his side of the story (I think he got in a fight with the gay guy earlier), but he made no attempt to cover up or sugarcoat any of his actions. He wasn't so bad, and the girl was listening attentively to his words.

We eavesdropped on the conversation, spying on them without being very stealthy about it. We sidled right up to the booth and peeked over the large seats, and since at first he gave no reaction we thought he was too much of a simpleton to notice. But eventually he acknowledged us, and was unexpectedly cordial.

He told us that our bodies would adapt to this world by becoming stronger, and that any allergies would eventually disappear. I had grown taller already, and upon hearing that I went outside and ran around barefoot, since I'm allergic to grass and pollen. But I stopped short in front of a patch of white flowers.

"I'm still afraid of bees," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Alyssa, a girl in most of my WL classes, encouraged me to go in anyway. "C'mon, Meiseki, you can do it!"

I refused, but she didn't give up and I started to get nervous. To distract her, I said I would pick flowers for her wedding instead. (Apparently she was arranged to be married.) She accepted, and I looked around for yellow flowers, but found a really pretty purple one and reached through a bush to grab it. The stem wouldn't snap off and I hated the texture, and after a while it became unbearable. I pulled my hand out, scratching my wrist. It was itchy.

I didn't think hives would form because of what the simpleton said, but bumps started forming on my arms. I thought that maybe it wasn't as bad as it would be in the regular world, but then my skin started to harden. The veins turned solid red and white, and the epidermis turned rubbery and maroon-colored.

S was standing right next to me as it happened and freaked out, pulling me back inside. Trying to joke it off, I said, "I'm like a sausage."

They dragged me to the bathroom and my mom came in too. She wanted me to use an app on my phone to take my temperature from my ear, but I didn't trust it to work. They searched for a thermometer in the cabinets, but I doubted they would find one.

I wanted to blow my nose but was too self-conscious. "Can you guys leave? It's a little awkward with both of you in here..."

Woke up around 8:20, wrote down some notes and went back to sleep.


Dream #4 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
A group of girls were ["was" seems correct but sounds wrong] looking at a poster of a guy striking a pose in front of a Chinese dragon. He was a real person too, walking around the school and teaching people the best places to sit based on where the dragons were. Woke at 9:27, considered writing down the dream but figured it wasn't worth it. I doubted I would fall asleep again but lay back down anyway.


Dream #5 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
The same guy was doing the same thing, except this time he was scared of dragons. Woke at 9:46, not even realizing I had fallen asleep and wondering when I would. Then I came to my senses and wrote both dreams down.


Dream #6 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
These are random fragments which didn't seem to be part of any of the above dreams, so I'll put them here and count it as a full non-lucid:
1. Starting my tech homework, coloring a blueprint.
2. My mom said my hair was bad. I touched it and felt ashamed, but also resentful.
3. Something about Donald Trump. (Definitely influenced by cedwards's DJ entry yesterday.)

———

Every time I woke up I remembered nothing, and then bam, something came to me and I had to trace it back as far as I could. But I can never remember the beginnings. Worried it's making my recall worse overall.
I'm enjoying these fantasy-style dreams, though.

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x3) - 1.5 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3) - 3 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Tonight's sum: 12.5 points
Previous sum: 98.5 points
Comp total: 111 points

I went to sleep earlier since these days the cat is no longer with me, he’s on vacation. I woke up twice during the night. Second time was around 1:00 I had to get off to wear my sleepwear. Both times the only thing I remembered was having the feeling of I was dreaming something. After that I was only able to remember a small fragment and the feeling of solving some problems

…/I see the cat resting. S. says something about his hair again, it’s still opaque/…

I'm happy with last night even if the lucid part was super short Slept at 11:20.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Kirishima from BNHA was in a high school classroom, fighting a medusa-like creature. He tried to throw a punch, but a crackling ball of energy emerged from its chest and started sucking him in. He gasped, his mouth and the whites of his eyes turning black, his irises glowing purple and quivering in that typical anime way.

Is this what it's like to be consumed by pure and utter darkness? he thought, struggling against it and impressively keeping conscious. He appeared to be losing, but I (as the nonexistent observer) knew plot armor would protect him. I metaphorically sat back and enjoyed the battle.

In another room, my History teacher Ms. K was sweeping the floor and found a "100% non-child" mask. She picked it up and presented it to a janitor, who was watching something on his phone.

"We're happy with this," she said, and he nodded.

Woke up at 4:15 and attempted WILD.


Dream #2 (Lucid):
Random people were in my house, having a strength competition through rock paper scissors. It may have been to find out who was the strongest dragon, but I'm not sure. They all had human appearances. Three of them sat on the couch; the leftmost being the weakest, the middle the strongest, and the rightmost of average ability. Three more people of the same ability would face off against them.

My friend K was in the middle, so she must have been a strong one. Two people challenged her to RPS and she won both times. "Hah! I was always the best at this game. You chumps."

I'm pretty sure I was subconsciously helping her. I could have played a match myself but didn't want to. Prior to this a lot of stuff had happened, and because of that stuff I decided to run away from home.

Next thing I knew I was in the driver's seat of our car, cruising down the highway. It was on autopilot, and I thought, Wait, since when did our car have autopilot mode...? I shrugged it off though because I'd heard of the concept before.

The turns it made were strange; each time it seemed to very nearly hit whatever object was in front of it, but never really did. Whenever I tried to take hold of the wheel, it would start driving extremely and uncontrollably fast, so I decided to just give in and trust it. J and L might have been in the back, but if they were, it wasn't for long. I stared out the windshield at the blue and pink sky, a red bridge reaching high into the clouds, and thought about finding a suitable place to die.

Eventually I arrived at a grassy field and was able to take the wheel. The car bounced along a dark, vivid gravel path, but it was more fun than scary. A short wooden fence separated it from the rest of the field, and at the end of the path was a rectangular dugout. Like the opening to an underground fort.

I parked the car and peeked in. A bunch of witches were in there and I completely forgot about finding a place to die, overcome with the desire to become one of them. I jumped in, landing on the floorboards with a satisfying thud. To my left was another opening, this one leading out to an enormous cavern, similar to the one in How to Train Your Dragon 2 but with less greenery. I tried to enter but was blocked off by a wall of witches.

A massive dragon, clearly the leader of the place, approached me. I asked her if I could become a witch, and she said I could, I only had to put on the clothes.

I turned and against the opposite wall was a shelf, each tier storing a different uniform item: black robes, black pants, black boots, the classic spiked hat, and thin-yet-sturdy biker gloves. I asked a question about the boots and the dragon responded, "It's fine."

She touched my cheek with a human hand and said that my skin was lackluster. Embarrassed and ashamed, I looked down and mumbled that I didn't know what to do about it. I was worried she'd say I couldn't be a witch if I was like this, but instead she bestowed on me some very wise advice and rubbed a thick blue ointment onto my face, to "maintain the shine."

"Never let it fade," she said.

I put on the witch outfit and checked out my reflection in a wood-framed mirror. The ointment was glittery and smeared on in a simple pattern, like when people paint their faces for competitions or war. I thought it was pretty cool.

Not sure what happened but a bit later the dragon and I ended up in a pitch dark, weightless void. She hovered over me, beating her wings, a giant ball of pure energy forming between her open jaws. I wasn't scared because I knew she wasn't going to hurt me. I don't remember what she was doing, but I was amazed and quite happy.

Perhaps the energy ball had teleportation powers because next thing I knew, I was home. I avoided thinking too much about the whole event because I didn't want to jinx it.

I tried to text J and L, now under the impression that I had visited the lair to get something for them, but my phone wasn't turning on. I grabbed the home phone and started dialing their house number before remembering, Right, they haven't had a home phone since they got cell phones. But I don't have their numbers memorized…

I was in a hurry and beginning to stress when S called. I answered, and they demanded to know, "Why did you send 'This might be a bad idea' in the group chat and then stop responding?" (I think I sent that before entering the witches' lair.)

I didn't reply. Something wasn't right. S never responds to texts that quickly, and certainly wouldn't be so desperate to hear from me that they'd call at 4 in the morning. This must be a dream.

The Caller ID disappeared and I hung up. It wasn't a high level of lucidity so I wanted to go back to the lair and find a wand to use for dream powers. But before I could leave the house, I woke up at 5:24.

———

This dream was so epic, the visuals were fantastic and the dragon had such a dignified air. I'd like to meet her again. I'm pretty sure the witch theme was influenced by a manga called Skull Dragon's Precious Daughter. I started reading it for the dragons, but it has other fantasy elements as well. It's quite wholesome, so I recommend it.

I finished writing at 5:35 and tried to go back to sleep, but I was too excited about the dream and ended up lying awake till my alarm went off

Points:
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point
WBTB - 2 points
DILD - 10 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Tonight's sum: 18.5 points
Previous sum: 80 points
Comp total: 98.5 points

This time a ensured to have the voice recorder set to start using it with one touch right after waking up. I woke up minutes before the alarms. Had some struggle setting them off before they start and lost most of the dream. Although I was able to recall the last fragments of it.

First recalled fragment:

…/I see two tanks maneuvering on a cross street. One of them belongs to A. who passed away last year. I see his tank turning on the street/…

Second recalled fragment: (happened early in the same dream)

…/I see the field as an 80’s arcade game of war from above. I’m shooting bombs wherever I see barricades with enemy soldiers. They look like a video game I played sometimes during high school/…

While closing my eyes trying to remember the dream, some HA start to form but cannot go on because of had to get out of bed

…/I see a train station on the distance/…

I've been very sleep deprived from work as well as having dreamless nights lately, took a short nap during my lunch break.

I dreamed that I was in my bed, trying to fall asleep when I suddenly realised that my room became bigger, the wall next to my bed was moved a few meters further. There's a darkskin girl with me in the room and my roommate shows up back from the barbershop with bright white skin and light grey curly hair and a beard like an ancient philospher statue. It made the three of us laugh out so loud I felt my brain throbbing.

I knew I was dreaming and walked into my bed to try and wake up, noticing the dept of my surprisingly big room as well as my unrecognisable roommate flash between odd and normal like flickering lights. I suddenly thought about that Joey Bada$$ interview where he talked about astral projecting at that moment, but I knew that I had to get back to work soon. I was, however still dreaming even though the dream was literally me lying in my bed.

I then briefly wake up and doze off again dreaming that I'm traveling to the Friedrichstraße station, but I was naked and my clothes were in a storage locker in w different train station. This time I knew I was dreaming and woke up, just relaxing in my bed before the alarm went off.

Filipino Journey

I have just arrived in the Philippines with a few friends
As we get checked in there is a guy who gives us all of our paperwork/visas
They are printed on transparent acetate cards that are oversized which fit into my loose pants pocket only barely without falling out
We are in an area similar to a large cafeteria almost, partly looks like an abandoned k-mart with bare walls and busted fluorescent lights
There seems to be food waste all over the floor with some kind of brownish orange sticky sauce smeared all over the place like someone was mopping with oriental sauce
The floor is very sticky and I'm trying not to walk on it as I explore where we are
I'm just kind of amazed that I'm in a new place
My friends are moving very fast and not really taking things in, they are also boisterous and I worry we may be drawing too much attention to ourselves
We adventure around the inside here, I notice children scattered playing in the corners, and people generally waiting around like a train station of sorts, though I am surprised at how dingy and worn down everything is
We go through a doorway to another room and I notice a giant block of butter maybe 3 feet high on the other side, I take up a chunk and eat it
My friends all laugh, I notice there are businessmen and other random people coming in and out of this concourse
One guy in a suit coming through the doorway sees me eat it and laughs too but it's all jovial and lighthearted

When we finally leave the area we are in a very busy marketplace-type bazaar roadway that seems like a back alley connected to other streets
It is very busy with people coming in both directions, vendors shouting and even the odd motorbike whizzing past, it seems very populated
I tell my friends we should probably find someplace safe because I know not everywhere around here is safe to be as a tourist
We are dodging in and out of alleyways eventually meeting a friendly looking american

He leads us to his permaculture farm which seems very interesting
I notice there are other americans living there in a commune-type setting
G is with me now, it seems my friends have gone in a different direction
As we're walking through this permaculture farm I notice that it's nestled around/built into a wooden framed house, going through the different rooms I realize that we accidentally just walked into their home
I see the main guy who owns the place in his bedroom
He is a farmer and also a chef, he is very friendly and incredibly kind, a relaxed soul
We apologize that we're in the bedroom and he walks us back out giving us a little tour of the permaculture farm along the way and the little community center where everyone is hanging out
I notice there are a lot of very earthian healthy looking people but they all seem like-minded and hospitable
It is picturesque and comfortable here

He's describing a dish they're putting together, it's very similar to falafel
He asks if we know how to form them with a wood dowel concave mold he is holding and if we would mind helping them prepare a large batch for the community
We agree, I'm very happy to learn about a new dish in a new place, I am amazed to be in a new country and that there are so many like-minded souls here
I notice that I’m wearing these very shiny brown leather shoes and the floors are very smooth terracotta tile
I slide over the tiles very easily as if there is a layer of oil on the floor
To the point where I don't even have to walk or lift my feet to move around
It sort of feels like I'm ice skating and I tell them how weird it feels to be able to move around They watch me and chuckle as I kind of slide around the room without really moving my feet much
We walk outside together and I ask him if there are many permaculture farms around here
He says no, I respond that I'm really surprised I thought that there will be more permaculture farms like this in the Philippines
He says there's a couple but it's not very popular with the locals

As we're walking I notice practically across the street from the farm there are many other similar types of people wearing tan leather-bound medieval armor and some of them are riding horses
There's some kind of grand activity going on that seems like a medieval game of sorts
I'm just amazed at everyone’s coordination and the varying outfits
They're very excited to be involved in the activity, and everyone besides me seems to know what's going on
I talked to a random girl with black hair as I am walking into the group
I now have leather armor on my shoulders
I'm watching the horses ride and do stunts as they're also manipulating different weapons and staffs in a LARP fashion, it reminds me of a renaissance festival
G is with me now so we walk in the other direction away from the permaculture farm and notice that we're very close to the beach now

The ocean is to my left
I am in a video call on my phone with the main chef guy from the farm
Describing what I'm seeing, the beach is very close to the road so I walk over
Excited because I've never been in this ocean before, I stand with just half of my feet in the water
I see the waves gently crashing, the sand is incredibly white, almost pearlescent
Though the shore is only two or three feet deep along the side of the road which is very close to the water
The water is turbulent, not really wavy but I can see peaks
The water is also darker than I expected, it looks different than other seas or oceans I've been in
I'm very excitedly explaining on the phone what I'm seeing and I'm so happy to be in a new place with G

As I'm looking around more I see almost what look like high-end villa sort of enclosures
They all seem like streamlined verandas of organic shapes terraced multiple levels high and built into the hillside all facing the ocean
There are random pieces of furniture scattered about and little curtains hanging around doorways
I'm wondering if maybe these are timeshares or if people live here
I don't see any place for beds or anything so I'm really confused as to the layout
We're just kind of adventuring around different passageways
I seem to go inward too deep and through a curtain there's an older woman wearing flowing clothes who is obviously staying here, she comes out to meet us but doesn't say anything
Apologize turning around we walk back out towards the sea

I am walking down the road by myself now
I seem to be wearing some traditional garb that fits loosely, like multiple layers with the outer layer covered in decorations and a vibrant blue color
As I'm walking I notice a group of people almost like a religious gathering in the street
They are walking towards me slowly like a meditative walk
As I get closer I see it's mostly younger children with maybe a half dozen adults in the center
They are all wearing matching garb of blues and reds, which also match my outfit
They're playing chimes and flutes while walking in a very specific way almost like a dance
So I step to the side to let them pass but one of the men in the group sees the way I'm acting and shouts “Continue walking!”
Saying over and over again “Just walk straight ahead with your hands at your side, just walk straight ahead with your hands down, just walk straight ahead don't stop!”
I gather I have done something culturally improper and he is correcting me
So I continue to walk forward just looking straight ahead and walking through them as they pass through around me
I see now they all have ornate decorations all over their shoulders and down the front
They all have hats on which almost look oriental, flared up on the sides with a round top with colors that match the rest of their outfits
The feeling as they pass me is almost mystical as I purposely attempt to not look directly at any of them

I am in my parents' house now and I understand this is before we left for the Philippines
Getting ready to go pack up and I’m told someone is at the front door for me
It's not the person I'm expecting as I glance down the stairwell from the second floor looking out the front door I only see a pair of very tan very long legs
Coming down the stairs closer I notice it's a woman in a red dress with blonde shoulder-length hair and bright blue eyes
I recognize her immediately as Tricia Helfer from battlestar
Stepping out to meet her I remember when winning the trip to the Philippines I randomly messaged her inviting her to come on the trip with us, even though I knew it would be a long shot, there was no way they would respond but here they were on my front door to go on this trip with us, she seemed excited too
Complimented her on how good she was in battlestar and told her that I loved everything she brought to the character and how impressive it was that was her first acting gig
Also that I understood why she hasn't wanted to try to revisit the role or just try much more in Hollywood since then because it was so popular, she tells me about how she wrote a film called Invertigo but it never got made
The dream fades as we’re laughing and just generally chit-chatting on the front porch

Fragment

I am in a music store that seems to be having some special release party
It’s locked to the general public and we’re all vibing inside
There are maybe a dozen people and I only recognize a couple
Christina Ricci is sitting in the corner with some friends
The dream fades with the general murmur of layered small talk and chill music playing

Pre-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 4)

Hermione's Date
Hermione Granger has a date with an ugly guy. She has her Yule Ball dress on, the scene matches from the movie.
I'm familiar with the ugly guy since I had heard about him online.
They are having a light argument about something, but I can't hear them.
Later I'm in a Taco Ball parking lot near my regular gym. I'm checking "Hermione at Yule Ball" off of a checklist app on my phone.

The End of the World
I'm in my gym's parking lot standing near a desk setup outside. I'm working on some type of model generation software.
I can roughly draw with my hands in mid-air, and a smoothed-out shape snaps into view in 3D in front of me.
I'm working on a dress for a female model.
The female model is off-kilter with a projected x-y-z coordinate axis.
I'm trying to move the dress on the model so it snaps into place, but the image is translated off some value.
There is somebody else next to me. Might have been a coworker from WL.
A female AI-person approaches me.
She's visibly spooked, and needs to tell me something.
She doesn't trust the other person, so she goes to write it down.
Her handwriting is bad but I can read it.
She's telling me about the end of the world.
About how the world starts and ends in cycles with a calamity.
And it is about to happen again.

Hand-Eye Coordination
B from work is telling me a story about how he entered the military at a young age.
He says he ended up here in engineering because he had bad hand-eye coordination.
He gestures to a ledge high above that isn't normally there and tells me that he once accidently hit it with a machine gun.
He's talking to a group of older cohorts who remember those older days.
B makes a joke to a 3D animation modeling person that the ledge should probably have been addressed by this many years.
I tell B that my hand-eye coordination is very good, but I am still here anyway.

Post-WBTB (Targeting End of Sleep Cycle 5)

High School Well-Being
I'm back in highschool, but I'm with Max from Stranger Things and H from a band-group I formed a few years back.
I brush by Max with my backpack and accidently hurt her nose. I apologize profusely for hurting her.
She reacts by giving us a lecture about how H and I are too concerned for her well-being and she can handle herself.
I see some other people that look like jocks. I think about how they will probably go into marketing or sales someday.

Four:

1
Outside, at my house. I was looking to see if all the chickens were there in the yard.
They were.
I think I went somewhere after that, but this is just a frag
(+0.5)

2
I was watching an AI play a game for me. There was options to tweak the AI’s balance between “casual and PvP” gameplay.
(+0.5)

3
Grandmother’s house. I can’t remember the context once again, but I tripped and the dream ended. I went for a DEILD. A dream of my PR formed, but I still thought it was a visualization, so I was too afraid to move.
(+0.5, not counting as a WILD since I never knew I was dreaming, only thought it was a vis)

Also did a WBTB.
(+2)

———

five:

Nothing but WBTB.
(+2)

———

six:

WBTB.
(+2)

Grandmother’s house, once again. I realized I was dreaming on the road
(+10 DILD).
But I still followed the dream plot at first, opening up YouTube to see a short clip, of Sensei saying this:
“Wanna create a persistent realm? Stop worrying about teleporting once, and start worrying about teleporting 3x in a row.”
This made complete sense to me immediately; Worrying about teleporting once shall cause me to not teleport at all, but worrying about teleporting 3x in a row suggests that I can already do it once. Mental trickery.
(+10 for teammate teaching me something)
I tried out the advice. Phased through the concrete (this is my teleportation method) and that ended up triggering a short-range teleport a few yards ahead on the road, on first try.
(+25, first of my three-step task is fully phasing through big object. I also teleported.)
But I did wake up before I could try out long-range teleportation.

Not much to say, slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Some guy was disrespecting an outdoor church service. I said, "Hey man, I don't really like the church either, but you can't just attack it like that."

They were holding a dancing fish ritual for little kids. I sat down to watch, unsure if it was a joke or a genuine religious ceremony. They put on a video about this kid's dad who was an elderly Chinese dragon. He had a "strict" and "friendly" version, but when they played the friendly version it just showed him scolding the kid.

I was paying attention the whole time and asking a lot of questions, but I don't remember any of them except this one. I raised my hand and said, "Hey, that version seems pretty strict to me."

The guy in charge smiled nervously and did a weird pose. "It- it's not really determined by temperament, but by classification..."

"Then say that first, and don't call it friendly."

"Okay..."

———

Woke at 3:30, too tired to focus on WILD or anything. I just scribbled down the dream and went back to sleep. But I have the sense that this dream had a huge part at the beginning about museums.

———

Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
I was listening to a very well-known, depressing Vocaloid song. The kind of song that's so overused and pervasive it makes its way into the mainstream world, where it's made fun of for being edgy and turned into a meme. It was a bit similar to Shinitai-chan/Miss Wanna Die, but the visuals were closer to this cover of Hazy Skyscraper.

I read the lyrics over and over but I can't recall them anymore. Even if it's an "edgy" song, it still resonates with a lot of people, I thought indignantly. There was a train scene in it, so I took a screenshot, turned it black and white, and made it my profile picture. [So edgy, I know.]

Transition is fuzzy, but the girl featured in the video (very young, less than 10 years old), was sleeping on the sidewalk of my neighborhood. She was a homeless orphan. A boy around 19 found her and picked her up, taking her away so she wouldn't get abducted. There were some weird creatures where he took her, and she kept trying to run away. The boy could save his progress like a video game, and returned to those files whenever he wanted.

Next thing I remember is being on the subway with my familial unit, but it was a strange subway with no walls... or maybe the window was open, not sure. As we passed by a ramen shop I stuck my arm out and grabbed a handful of noodles and chicken.

My mom made a big deal out of it for some reason, crooning, "Oh my goodness, you're going to eat chicken! You're finally growing up!~"

I made a face. "Can you stop acting like it's so weird for me to want/like chicken? It's annoying."

"Stop being so mean," she said in a hurt tone.

I didn't respond, looking out the window instead. Another train passed by and I recorded it with my phone. Through its window you could see a family having a good time, sitting at a fancy table as if they were at a hotel party or something. I was imagining a future where I was dead and people were watching this video for clues as to why. I thought, No way anyone would think they're the reason… and they're not, but you never know what gets to people.

———

Alarm woke me up at 6:15. I actually forgot the vast majority of this dream. There was another plot about a boy and a girl on an adventure, or running away from something, but alas, I can't recall it. At least I've got those dragons

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Dragons Theme - 5 points
Tonight's sum: 8.5 points
Previous sum: 61.5 points
Comp total: 70 points

UFO Pizza Ghosts

I am outside some building that feels like a sonic
It is nighttime, I see lights in the sky in the distance
The more I look the more the lights resemble cartoonish-looking flying saucers flying in pairs
There are probably close to a dozen scattered across the sky
I attempt to point them out to the people near me

Later I am in the building and it feels like a pizza restaurant that is closed for the night
I gather we are in here to retrieve something for the owner
My friend wants to snag a free pizza while no one is here
The streets outside are also empty

The inside where we are goes almost misty with a pinkish hue
There are pink colored orbish like odd shaped beings floating through the restaurant
They are dripping with some pinkish ooze
They don't seem threatening at all but it feels ominous and somewhat eerie

Somehow my friend now has a baby in a carrier he says we should take with us
I don't mind he's carrying and he seems to recognize the kid
We go outside and my friend is now in a 60s-style convertible waving me in
He has the baby's cradle fastened in the backseat
There is another random guy there smoking cigarettes
I am disgusted and begin voicing my opposition to him smoking so near an infant
The dream fades

Fragment about getting a package in the mail, I am surprised it arrived several days before I was expecting it

Fragment about seeing someone close to me going down the stairs, they fall face first and I race down the steps to see they are unresponsive. I turn them over and pull them level onto the ground while trying to wake them up

Y'know, I really love these podcasts with CanisLucidus and OpheliaBlue. They always seem to say the most useful things right when I need to hear it... even if they said it years ago.
Anyway, on to the dreams

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
A girl was on the subway, heading for Japan. She was confused about Chinese versus Japanese pronunciation. Someone abruptly stopped her at 3:30 to ask a question.

That's all. Ironically, I woke up at 3:30. Logged the entry and went to sleep, attempting WILD as usual. I used CanisLucidus's "99, I'm dreaming, 98, I'm dreaming" method this time.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):

Spoiler for suicide:

I was watching a Japanese music video about a suicidal girl. It repeatedly showed flashing railway signals, red and green, and the train pulling in, over and over. Finally, the camera panned to the girl standing alone on the station platform. She had longish white hair and two letters in her hand. One was sent to herself (from herself), called "The Decapitated," and the other wasn't shown, but I have the sense it was either for the conductor or a loved one.

I stopped watching and was at some train tracks myself. Not a public platform, just random tracks in the middle of the woods. I was checking out the train tracks in preparation for my own suicide... it wasn't going to be that day, but a month or two in the future. I thought, Would you really get decapitated? I suppose you could, but it wouldn't be that simple...

The train eventually arrived, and like a squirrel I impulsively ran in front of it, reaching the other side just in time to avoid being hit. Then I remembered it's illegal to do that—I had searched it up before—and I saw people behind me so I bolted. They ran after me, following me into the forest. I ended up getting stuck trying to crawl over a bush. They were going to catch me.

"All right, that's enough!" one guy shouted, shining his flashlight on me. I was shocked that they had bothered to give chase in the first place, even more so that I hadn't escaped. A pang of considerable fear struck me.

There was an immediate scene change. Now I was not even in the dream, but the "camera" was on a guy wearing a turtle shell, and he said to me, "So, you're trying to WILD? Just give it up." We both became simultaneously alarmed by his words. "I mean, no, no, never mind.... I don't know anymore, you schmuck."

———

I woke up at 4:21. After recording the dream, I lay awake for at least 35 minutes, doubting if I would be able to get back to sleep at all. But I was thinking of LDing and WILD the whole time, and eventually I drifted off.

———

Dream #3 (Lucid):
Where do I even start? The order of this dream is so scrambled... I'll try my best.

I was on a spaceship, in a small room with my mom and a cabinet of spices. Lucid from the get-go, I remembered my first three-step task: flying! I jumped up and hovered in the air, being careful not to fly through the ceiling in case the dream blacked out.

Wriggling in midair, I bragged to my mom, "This is a dream! This is a dream!"

She clapped and praised me, yet at the same time, I heard her shrieking at me to do my work. It was weird, but the image of her in that room was super vivid. I remember being amazed and hoping I didn't wake up. Then I had a false awakening.

I attempted WILD by imagining my mom as she was before, and she kind of "booted up," but in the end it failed. So I went to sleep normally and the next thing I remember is being in my living room, lucid again. I pushed my brother aside and jumped into and through the front door, trying to teleport. I emerged in total blackness.*

At first I assumed I had woken up, but then I thought, Wait, what if this is the "void" CanisLucidus mentioned? Remembering how he hailed it as an effective teleportation tool, I tried to summon up a scenery. Grainy graphics resembling the ATNRPG logo popped up.** (I started playing it yesterday.) There were four letters instead of six, and they kept changing, most of them somewhat Greek-looking. I wasn't surprised; I was glad for the typical dream sign.

I entered what I for some reason believed to be a WILD transition. I was in the woods in front of a stream, mentally comparing it to its real life counterpart. This one had more greenery, and the trees were packed more densely. A kid from my ESS class appeared, floating face-down in the river. (I was reminded of Dazai from BSD.) But he wasn't completely limp, rather suspending his waist over the water while keeping his head submerged.

My friend A was with me and we pulled him out, despite his struggles. "Can't you see I'm trying to die here?" he snapped.

"You should do a better job of it then," I said coldly. "Besides, we'll get in big trouble if we're caught turning a blind eye."

He pushed us away and even started throwing punches. A was distressed but I figured it was a good opportunity to solidify the dream. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel anything.

Don't remember the end of the scene, maybe it was another FA+false DEILD.

I was on a spaceship again, literally on top of it, mostly non-lucid. My body was a mechanical bunny, and making it walk was quite difficult. A little astronaut was with me, and we had to avoid these moving concrete traffic barriers; touching them would be fatal. (On some level it was a video game.)

He opened a door for us but I somehow entered the wrong one. I came across a device with the ability to change the background of my alarm clock. I was like, "Oh wow, I never knew that my alarm clock background could change!" (I was a little bit lucid since I assumed it would change it in real life.)

A selection of anime-style backgrounds filled the screen. I scrolled through the various themes, among them Irisu Syndrome, Yume Nikki, generic night skies, et cetera. I was going to choose the first, but I couldn't buy it because I needed 30 "tickets" and owned none.

How am I supposed to get tickets? Never heard of 'em, I thought grumpily. I accidentally pressed a button but canceled it by hitting "esc." I think it also teleported me to the correct door and sent me through.

I was lucid again, more than before, walking through the spaceship's hallway with a bunch of people. I decided to go with the flow and follow them, wondering if they would take me anywhere important. We went through one of those futuristic, automatic, semi-circle-shaped doors into a room I didn't pay enough attention to to remember.

I thought of the competition, under the impression that this was its own separate dream, unaware of the false DEILDs. I said hello to a reporter lady and she happily greeted me back. Then I tried to push my finger through my palm but it didn't work at all, so I looked at my hands instead. Totally normal. For a moment I assumed it was because the dream was so stable, but perhaps I was just being cocky. I looked closer and bam, suddenly I only had three short fingers on each hand! It was so creepy I actually said "Eek!" and shook them out. I looked away and in my peripheral vision saw them return to normal.

I worried the repulsion would wake me up, so I distracted myself by flying. It was unusually difficult; I had to kick myself into the air and flail around to stay afloat.

"Stop that," the reporter scolded. I did, and she led me over to a marked circle on the ground, asking me some questions I didn't listen to nor answer.

I wracked my brain for the memory of my next three-step task, but nothing came up. Again I worried about waking up, and maybe the dream dissolved, or I had an FA, but this is the next scene I remember:

My memories of this part are particularly fuzzy, and I wasn't even in it. There was a play going on (in the same spaceship I believe) but a couple actors had been abducted—a gay boy and a pretty blond girl. An image of the latter flashed across the screen, anime style, of course. Short wavy hair, long eyelashes, a floppy hat, and a white sundress.

Someone said, "Oh, I knew that gay guy was going to get abducted someday."

"Well, I knew that girl was going to get abducted someday," someone else put in. [The visuals were very bad.] "[Name], you should have watched her better."

[Name] was a teenage boy who probably had a crush on the blond girl. "I thought it would be creepy to watch her too much..." he mumbled.

They were about to set out on a rescue mission, but before they did, I woke up for real at 5:36. There was a sort of hypnopompic transition into wakening, similar to the turtle guy but less vivid. A monk was facing the "camera" and talking about lucid dreaming. I don't remember what he said.

———

The reason the order of everything is so confused in my brain is because I didn't write it down right away. When I first awoke, I still believed all those false awakenings were actual DEILDs, and I tried to do another one. But after a while I realized that this time was different than the others and I needed to hurry and write down the dream, or I would forget.

Anyway, this is my first LD of the competition! YAY! Maybe I'll draw some pics for it tomorrow.

Edit: Pics!


Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
WILD - 10 points
Fly + First Chosen Task - 10 points
Interact with a Dream Character - 2 points
*Does this count as Fully Phase through Big Solid Object if I lost lucidity afterwards? - TBD (Edit: Yep, 10 points)
**Is this Advanced Summoning? - TBD (Edit: Nope)
Reality Check / Stabilization - 1 point
Tonight's sum: 26.5 (Edit: 36.5)
Previous sum: 25 points
Comp total: 51.5 points (Edit: 61.5 points)

WBTBx2 => 2 non-lucids and 1 fragment

First round:

…/I’m in a concert hall. The hall is still empty. The stage is set. It looks like it’s very early in the day of the concert, all lights are off, except for a couple of bulbs somewhere above the stage. Not enough to illuminate any. There’s some people, no more than 10. The place is very dark. As nothing is happening I go on the stage, take the microphone and start talking shit. Then I see N. Is on the back side of the stage, standing next to a speaker. I challenge somebody to come to the front to show up as she is. And I look at her and ask again to come on. She laughs but doesn’t want to step to the front. I ask once more, to show up, so much that you like to show up, I say. She’s nervous and smiles. She has her lips painted in red. Ok I say, and ask for somebody to show the program. I see that E. has a T-shirt showing the program of the night. But he doesn’t react. I ask for somebody to bring some music on the stage. A shadow comes closer and gives me a small speaker, with a white logo on the front side, like it was a signature. There’s a big speaker almost in the middle of the stage. N. runs to the right side of it to get the small speaker from the shadow. I don’t understand her. I already have it. It’s playing some music, like a primitive Black Metal song. I think to myself, it fits perfect with the video of that parody band of Black Metal. And I see for short the mix of that song with the video of the Black Satans/…

I wake up for short, to record some audio notes for the DJ, it’s almost midnight and I try first WBTB

Second round:

…/I see an old man coming to the house, ‘the father’ I think. I see him from the second floor through a window in the first floor. There’s some agitation in the house. There are women there, possibly sisters. An old woman who I think it’s the mother is sent to the basement. She doesn’t have to meet with the old man. They’re hiding her. She goes downstairs. The place is very illuminated and wide. Once the old lady is down, I see some crows building nests on many places around the floor of the basement. There’s hay all over the place. It looks like a barn. The old woman tries to go upstairs, but the doors are closed. I see again the crows. There’s one guiding the rest, showing them what they have to do. I get distracted for a while with their activity. The place diffuses to black behind the nests. There’s a little girl to the side, doing something similar. Although she’s following the instructions of a small bird. It is told that she’s learning how to build a bonfire. I see the small bird jumping and shaking his head as he’s giving instructions while tweeting around a kind of nest with leaves set in random ways/…

I wake up once more, still have around an hour before the alarm clock goes off. So I resume the voice journaling and go back to attempt once more to get in lucid

Third round:

There was something else but I was able to recall just a fragment, I woke up short before the first alarm and realized I was already in the void again when it went off. I forgot all of it along the day. I was surprised to find a voice recording from the last fragment I was able to take. No memory of doing that.

…/I’m following a girl in 3rd person view. She’s performing long step jumps. Every time longer. Like those I use to surf on the air. Holding the feet up avoiding to touch tte ground when falling. She needs something from another city. She got there in three steps/…

Gun Game

Firearm situation with teams of people against each other
I am with friends it is very tense like an action sequence
Arming myself with various weapons and matching clips/ammo
Have long x-ray scope I can snipe with, on some random rifle
Take out two of the other team on the rooftop of the opposite building
One enemy is in our building
He casually walks through the door of our hotel room wearing a silver vest and smiling, he looks like liev schreiber
I unload both clips of the auto pistols I have that look like pez dispensers
He seems fairly unaffected and I instantly think he's cheating
He shoots me a bunch with his auto but they feel like bbs or airsoft pellets while saying he messed me up really bad
He has also stolen several pairs of my colored glasses and pulls them off his hip and hands them to me, I note they are colours I don't normally don't have like white and several brighter shades of green
(Note: I hardly play fps games and do not own a firearm)

Nooooooowiiieeeee!

I am in a dark large house on the second floor that has banisters wrapping the walls covered in fancy paintings
A toddler maybe 4 or 5 runs at me shouting a play name for me "Nooooowwwwiiiiieeeee!" and they hug me like they are glad to see me after some long time. I say thanks I really needed that and the dream fades

White Carpet

The room becomes a very nice house
I arrive out front of a very open all-glass wall seated in a rock wall with the front door wide open
I realize I just woke up on the driveway with my head on my pillow
There is a man who looks like Anthony Fauci sitting in a small round car that looks like a jetsons car with wheels, he is watching me stand up slowly
I pretend to be ready to work, so I wave as I carry my pillow inside
The foyer is all glass and opens to an ultra-wide stairwell leading down into their home
The wife is in a flurry is getting ready to leave for work
I tell them the service guy is here because I don't know what work I'm doing
Now realize I am doing contracting work for a friend
Long open floor concept spreading three of four rooms across and she wants all the white carpet ripped out
I say no problem as she leaves for work
I go outside to call Chris to double-check he's coming with the truck
I am transported to the work warehouse and I'm hanging onto the back of the truck while talking to two other female employees
One is obscured by a forklift
We are back in front of the house
The woman is finally leaving the driveway
It is a very ritzy neighborhood and I see other fancy cars driving by
For some reason, I ask her if the Bidens live up here
I go back inside and start ripping the carpet up
It is double layered and I realize it will take twice as long
It's also double-sided with a black suede flowers pattern on the underside
I now notice there is a difference of off-whites between the carpet in the kitchen and the carpet in the middle room as I haphazardly start to rip it up with a pair of scissors I found
Realize I don't have any of my tools or kneepads and it's going to be a long day

WBTB- Drank some blue lotus stamen tea, awake around 30-40 min
Dream is nonsensical and a mishmash of the previous locations and people I interacted with. Did not get it written down

Fragment of trying to journal my dream on my phone with little success
Continually delete what I typed and tried several times to just get a single word to input correctly
The dream fades and I wake up realizing I never journaled my dream

Huzzah for creative titles Slept at 11:20.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I don't remember this dream very well, but I wrote it down in my journal. Someone was doing reality checks by inspecting dragons' teeth and identifying their type. They explained to the citizens of a city how they were able to do so, and I have a vivid image of a severed, roughed-up fang. I was shocked when I woke up and it was only 1:30.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
I was in a manor with an ugly boy that everyone hated, looking at his family portraits. There was one for each child (and there were a lot of children), held either by the mom or the dad. He was the firstborn, but his picture was the only one where the parent was not smiling.

I felt bad for him so when he started poking my shoulders I allowed it, despite their oversensitivity. The borderline-painful sensation was distinct and quite realistic. I remember breathing a sigh of relief when he started poking my neck instead.

Insert transition here, I was now at a carnival with J and she wanted me to play a game she'd played herself as a child. You had to buy a glove with these fancy buttons on it, then attach it to a machine to play. It was a boring and simple game, but J and I obtained a glowing orange orb and did something cool with it, so it was fine.

A man and his kid came over to us and tried to steal the glove. There was a brief struggle but I think he eventually got it. It cast a spell on him that made him grow with each terrible "command" he followed through with. By the last one, I had taken on the role of an observer (I believed I was watching an anime) and was able to input the command myself. I wanted to make it sound fancy but it was difficult to use my brain, so in the end I typed, "He will have a complete and utter loss of respect for human life."

Momo from The Executioner and Her Way of Life was there, and she cried, "No, at least don't go that far!"

The man was at this point the size of a large tree, holding a rollercoaster in one hand. He started lifting people out one by one and eating them, periodically smashing the bottom into the ground and breaking a few people's skulls. Everyone was screaming and you could hear bones cracking, and I remember thinking, Wow, this show is pretty gruesome. But I was invested. On some level it felt like I was making him do this.

He picked up a small boy, and as he squirmed in his fist, the man hesitated. It felt like he broke free of my control as he suddenly burst into tears like a child, throwing the boy onto a nearby building and shouting, "Mou shiranai!" ("I don't know/care anymore!")

Into his voice recorder he shouted "Hayai!" ("fast") and sprinted away. He was being hunted down for his crimes, so Momo told him to come up with an alias. He decided on "Kouga," which confused me because I was (suddenly) under the impression that he was Inuyasha, and I thought, Don't you hate Koga? Why would you want to be called that?

As he ran, with intense concentration, he was able to form a teleportation portal and jump through. It led to a mostly empty but beautiful garden. His daughter was there, a blind girl of about 5 years. He plopped down at the base of a tree and she leaned against him, and in Japanese he said, "Daddy is really dangerous right now."

Also in Japanese, she responded, "I disagree. The place where Daddy is, is the safest place."

It was extremely difficult to hear her, but the word she was using for "place" was oba instead of bashou. I was like, Huh? Is that another way to say it?

He told her to listen to the tape on the voice recorder, and she did. He was saying hayai/hayaku over and over, getting angrier and angrier with each one. I was wondering if it was okay for him to show this to a child so small, and then she got to the last one, which he shouted so vitriolically that she flinched away.

She asked why he was so angry but got no answer. She replayed the tape and this time meowing could be heard after the first or second "hayai." The dad started to get annoyed at how many times she was repeating it, and I worried he would attack her, but there was no real danger of that. He was going to restrain his annoyance and ignore it.

The kid finally stopped and pouted, jealous that he was hanging out with someone else. [The meowing was Momo.] She stood up and patted him down, searching for soft pink pigtails, though she wouldn't have been able to see the pink due to her blindness.

That's where that scene ended. I don't know when this happened, but sometime in the same dream I was at school and had missed my [true] AP test on Monday. My mom was there yelling at me about it, but I didn't care too much.

Woke up at 6:57, poorly attempted WILD, and went back to sleep.


Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
There was something about an injured arm, but I can't even read the rest of my notes except the word "levels."

My alarm woke me up at 8:15 and I couldn't go back to sleep after that because I had to go somewhere. A shame, since I was quite tired.

———

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Non-Lucid Dream Fragment (x2) - 1 point
Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Dragons Theme - 5 points
Tonight's sum: 9 points
Previous sum: 15 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Total: 25 points

Before WBTB

Russian Ride
I'm traveling internationally and I don't speak the language where I am at. I'm getting off a train or bus looking for the airport. I see another bus leaving and I wave my arms and chase it, yelling for it to stop. It does. I try to ask the driver where the airport is and he tells me (in English) that the bus is full. It clearly isn't. I wonder if there is some law saying there must be X number of open seats. Regardless, I stay on the bus and he doesn't kick me off. I make my way to the back of the bus. It resembles the CATA bus system from back home. In the back car is a girl with one leg. Short hair, kinda "bad-girl type". She has khaki pants on, and the missing leg has it tied to cover the stump. I sit next to her and ask for help. She's friendly.

Some time later we are back at her apartment. It's a big studio, kinda messy with paint and art all over the place. I realize that I'm a girl, and that she may be gay. I get the impression she might have been coming onto me.

Later I'm running from Russian agents. I'm running through an apartment complex, entering and leaving through doors/windows. I'm really high up. When I go outside I'm sidling on just-big-enough edges to not fall. I don't know why they are chasing me. I eventually make my way down from the tall complex and make it to the ground but I haven't shook them.

I'm in a down-town Chinatown type area at night. There is a big crowd of people and I'm trying to use them to escape from the Russian agents. I'm at a bar with two floors open to the outside. There are some TVs running with couches set in front of them. There are some dark corners I can hide in. I try out a few and crouch down, but I decide that none of them are good enough and keep moving. Then I stand up face-to-face with one of the agents. He looks like Dr. Brenner from Stranger Things.

Running again. This time it was short. I ended up in a stone building on a grassy hill, hiding underground. But they've just found me. There is the leader (Dr. Brenner) and two thug-types. They are going to torture me for information. I tell them I've only killed one time, and I wasn't sure if it was me or my uncle who pulled them trigger. I guess I was trying to intimidate them. It doesn't work. They casually talk to me about something and then without warning Dr. Brenner shoots my right ear off with a pistol.

I cry out in pain (S hears me and tries to shake me awake). It doesn't hurt as much as I expected it would. They tell me that they will shoot off the other ear if I don't comply.

I wake up and tell S I am OK.

After WBTB

W Aged Up
I'm at my Grandma P's house in the bedroom sleeping on the bed. I've slept in later than everybody else. I roll over and see some old drawings I made in my childhood on the wall. My grandma will have decided to have kept them. They are hyper realistic and drawn in pencil. Somehow, they are holographic. I think to myself that maybe I should get back into art.

W, my brother's son who is due in September, bursts into the room with his friend, Ian. He's four years old. I can't tell who is who and I feel bad about it. But now I know it is because W isn't born yet. One of them has buck teeth. I follow them around the house and then one kid is missing. I find W/Ian eating dish cleaning tablets under sink. Standard kid behavior I guess

Lucid Fragment
I'm in a large mall, reminiscent of one from an old marching band trip from high school. I do a nose reality check and realize I'm dreaming. I double take...crap! I was dreaming that whole time before with W! I think to myself that step one is to find my DG...but my lucidity slips and I wander off.

Conditions
Medium workout early in day
Big dinner
2 drinks of alcohol
Stayed up late
6hr/30m WBTB
Yuschak Primary Trigger (8Mg Galantamine, 250Mg Choline Bitartrate)

Notes
My theory on what happened here...sleep cycle issues. Instead of jumping into the same sleep cycle I was just in, I jumped into the beginning of a later one. I stayed up until about 2:30am playing Zelda and then set an alarm for 8:30am...so about 6 hours after sleep. I know that 5h45m has been a good target for me, so I was experimenting with a larger time to test and see if it can be improved. One problem though is that I didn't have an established wake-sleep rhythm. Plus, I stayed up longer than the typical 15m during the WBTB. I planned slightly longer at 20m but it was more like 30m. I don't think the alcohol will have mattered much because of the later timing, but it could have played a part. Lesson learned: Next time, have an established sleep rhythm. Gonna say data inconclusive about 6h/20m WBTB setup.