dream fragment

I woke up after about 3 hours of sleep, got up for 10 minutes. I focused on giving strong intent to WILD into the town of Denn for the duration. When I got back in bed, it only took me about 20 seconds from the time my head hit the pillow to a successful WILD. I first heard the vivid sound of a bubbling brook, I paired it with the image of an enormous door that looked kind of like this https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3622/...907fa617_z.jpg but it was closed and surrounded by mossy cobblestone. I was there, like I said, quite quickly. I got into the dream, I could touch the stone and the door, and then I had a split second of doubt where I thought to myself, "wow, could it really be that easy?" Then I woke up. Quite frustrating.

fragment:
This was a very long dream, and not that exciting, so I'll just give a quick summary. I was hanging out with old friends from high school, in their neighborhood. I wasn't welcome there because I lived somewhere else. I left, met Emma Roberts, she helped me get out of a locked stairway that was part of the neighborhood. I ended up hanging out with her and a few of her friends where they taught me the secrets of being a 'good boyfriend'. They called it the rites of initiation. We all went and had a discussion about the nature of music, harmony, order, sound, and emotion with Adam Levine.

I also had a LD, but I can't remember it at all, except for the key words "police" and "exceeding limitations".

I dreamed this yesterday. At first it was really hard to sleep, but later in the morning i had a few dreams, I can remember 2 or 3
Dream 1: I was in my bed and in the space between my bed and the wall there was a koi koi fish swimming. Of course there was water but I guess I just couldn't feel it. It was really funny to be with this fish, but it had no space to swim so I thought about placing it in a bigger place. I thought about the bathroom, I didn't realize I was dreaming (I think I've never had such an obvious dream sign)

Dream 2: I was with my best friend from childhood, I met him when I was 6 and had to say goodbye at 14. I usually dream about him (Another CLEAR dream sign). I was in his house, which I remember almost perfectly. We went to his room and their parents were sleeping there (weird, DS again). My friend took some weed from under the mattress, when he did this I saw his parents moving a little, so I thought they were going to wake up quickly. We went to the living room then and he started rolling a joint, suddenly I see his mother and I tell him, he nervously tries to finish the joint but couldn't, then I grab it, hide it a little and go to the bathroom to roll in peace. Then I saw the paper my friend was using, it was a glossy black paper (the worst thing you can use to roll a joint, again DS). But I didn't care, I kept rolling, finished and lighted it in the bathroom. I knew my friend was at the other side of the door, then my friend's dad came and started telling my friend something about the smell and telling him to give him the joint, at that moment I was in the bathroom doing the second one.

Dream 3: This one is just weird. My mom woke me up to tell me to call my grandma because some stuff is going on at his place (IRL of course). So I dreamed that I was at my grandma's house and told my grandpa to give me the phone, he does and then I call to the same house I am (I realize about this, but again I can't realize it is a CLEAR DS). Then we have a little conversation. It was really weird because suddenly I started talking to other people, not my grandma/pa, and at some point I could see and read the conversation like if we were chatting by internet instead of talking by the phone (AGAIN DS)

I'm convinced that I didn't go into nREM sleep at all last night. My first dream seemed to last forever and when I woke up, only 30 minutes had passed since I fell asleep. I think that this might have been because I took a deep sleep nap yesterday. Maybe I should do this more often so that I can, ideally, do WILD right as I go to bed and REM lucid dream for 8 hours. I like the sound of that.

I remembered a lot of dreams last night, and I'm sure there were a lot that I don't remember. I'll try to write them in chronological order.

fragment 1:
I was in a giant palace of a house, there were 5 floors. Each floor had a glass balcony that let you look down on the fancy living room below. There was one person on the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors. I don't remember who was on the 2nd floor, but I do remember he played an audio tape of some guy dying from a stroke. After it was done playing, an invisible being came and sucked this dark smoke out of him. He fell to the ground, dead. On the 3rd floor, there was a sad man that was moping around. He wore a black T-shirt that had the word VICTIMHOOD written on it in red. Dark smoke was sucked out of him and he died as well. There was a sad girl on the 4th floor, she was cutting her wrists. Death came and sucked the dark smoke out of her, she fell to the floor, dead. On the 5th, there was nobody up there but me. Death came and started sucking the dark smoke out of me. I became lucid, grabbed the neck of this invisible being and sucked my dark smoke back in. I knocked death against the wall with my mind and ran down to the 4th floor. I wanted to resurrect the girl, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I tried to summon her. A small doll of her likeness materialized in front of me. I made the doll grow to human size, and brought it to life as the girl. She had open cuts on her wrists and her throat. I mended them with my mind. There was still a big scar on her throat, but I figured that didn't matter now. I went down to the 3rd floor and I think I gave the sad guy a hug, not quite sure. Went down the 2nd floor and I don't remember what happened. I do remember that as I got down to the bottom floor the dream faded to black and I started to wake up. I didn't want it to end yet, so I made a bright flash of light and created the image of that palace's bottom floor. I then started to dance around as I touched the walls to make it more vivid.

DEILD:
Back on the bottom floor of the palace, I talked to these nice two people that were sitting on couches next to a fireplace. Then started going back upstairs until I got to the 4th floor. That girl was still there. We had sex while a maid, a butler, and a chef watched and laughed their asses off. I started laughing hysterically as well. Not sure what that was all about. I fixed her throat-scar because it was bothering me. I then saw a scene playing out, it was a real-life enactment of the audio tape that was played by the guy on the 2nd floor. A middle-aged Italian man fell on his face, his right leg wasn't working. He managed to stand up after a little bit of a struggle. I noticed that the right side of his face was dropping. He was having a hemorrhagic type stroke. I didn't like watching that, so I went up to the 5th floor again and there was a couch and a giant film screen. I sat down and watched footage from my childhood. It showed how kind and innocent I had been and then it showed how I had once wished that my dad would die. I was very angry at him. It broke my heart to think about that. I woke up

fragment 2:

I was on a beach with a girl and she was flirting with me. She climbed a palm tree and I followed her. We started making out and her brother was there. He didn't like that so much.

fragment 3:

I was in a home for poor children without families and I was a lot younger. We were all sitting around a giant table, talking and getting drunk even though we were all ages 10-15. The guy that owned the home gave us this delicious canned food. He made it and sold it. A man that was writing a book arrived in an old, beat up 280z with pea-green paint. I started talking to him, I don't remember what we said, but I feel like it was about dreaming. I gave him a can of the delicious canned food. He left and I woke up.

Dream 1:

It was a post-apocalyptic world, I was in a city. There were highrises everywhere and a very bleak, gray surrounding. This dream almost definitely got its inspiration from DayZ. I was running around, looking for supplies when I came across a man with a really nice sniper rifle and full tactical SWAT armor. He didn't kill me on site, despite the fact that he could. He gave me a sniper rifle too and we became buddies. He was camping some small garage that had a really nice gun and some grenades laying on the floor. He put a landmine under them so that if someone tried to take them, boom. A couple of guys came along and killed my buddy. The landmine blew them up. I heard zombies coming, attracted by the noise so I ran like hell.

I eventually stumbled onto a group of douche bags. Those kind of guys that kill on sight and laugh their asses off about murdering a lone person when it's 5v1. They started firing on me, I turned invisible (it only lasted for 4 seconds). I shot four of them in the head and the 5th guy shot me in the arm. I started running because the gunfight had attracted an army of zombies. These super zombies and zombie dogs started chasing me, but it wasn't fair. They could run faster than me and they could jump higher than me. I woke up before they could catch me.

Dream 2:

I was in someone's backyard, gardening for them. There was a small cement path behind their house and a huge, white limo drove down the path and stopped about 10 feet from me. The author from the previous dream got out and started talking to me! We both went into his limo to sit down. We started talking about dreams and the talk got fairly philosophical. I won't include it here, but it was very interesting for me. When we were done talking, I got out of his limo and then I woke up.

fragment 4:

I was hanging out with my sister and her buddies. They wanted me to drink but I didn't want to, I almost never drink. I don't like how it makes me feel. They didn't like that, so I left.

fragment 5:

I loved this dream, was very similar to Dark Souls. I started in a cave, it was dark but there were candles on the wall. I was wearing full, metallic, knight armor and I was carrying around an enormous sword. After wandering for awhile, I came to a statue. I touched it and it glowed red and started vibrating. The entire cave started to shake and the statue turned into an ancient King. The dude was pissed, he started lunging at me with his rapier. We had an epic battle for awhile but he beat me. It was close though!

Dream 3:

This was a false awakening from the last RPG dream. I got on DV to type up the dreams while I still remembered, but something went wrong and it only posted one dream. Then I woke up for real.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

So, it's been about 4 months since I've logged anything on here. I stopped because with school, I don't usually get enough sleep. While that is the case, I've decided to start again and maybe go to bed earlier or something :3 either way, here's some fragments from last night:

Fragments:
I'm playing Rust with a friend. We have just made it to some small island in the middle of a lake. We start to collect materials and he then decides to hit me with a rock. This drains about half of my health so i decide to kill him. He eventually comes back with a friend and we travel to a nearby forest. The trees are incredibly tall and the game changes to the format of Guild Wars 2.

I'm in my house on my bed. My band teacher is recovering in the room next to me. I make some remark about him missing work.

I'm in a game of Trouble in Terrorist Town. The map is a dungeon/cave. I'm the detective. As i go to examine a body, it teleports me to a room in which i slowly fall to my death. However, i manage to dodge the traps as i fall and make it to a teleporter at the bottom. I then kill two traitors and capture the last one.

I was shopping at walmart and was actually on my way out when my dad stops me and forces me to go talk to one of the managers. Apparently, i was shoplifting ( which i wasn't) and i was forced to sell six pens. I sell all six and then they make me play some weird game similar to Racquetball.

I woke up in my room and went outside. I saw my dad got a shotgun out of nowhere and went outside.
Thought people broke into our house or something so got a bit scared. I asked my dad what's going on.
He turned to me and said, "Theres alot of Quails here."
That was a relief. The Quail went up a tree and then for some reason, flew straight towards a window and slammed soo hard that it go knocked out. My dad picked it up and Then I woke up.

I don't remember how the dream started, but We somehow ended up at this one fort and I finally remembered to do a Reality Check and got Lucid. I saw this one Army truck and was curious what was inside.
I went and Opened up the back of the truck and It was Yamimash sitting in the back of the truck.
I was all like what are you doing here and so so. We were talking about how he got there for a bit and somehow ended up at my house.
I got bored so I went on the computer and see if there's anything I can do while still in this dream.
I just got bored of that dream and woke up myself.

This was last night, the night I tried to do FILD. Then WILD. Nothing worked, although my body was acting weird. Anyways, here I go.

It started out in a view of a girl IWL in my classes, and it turned to 3rd person view of a someone else, a guy with a beard.

"Hhaah, non nono, you cant have THAT if you want to join THIS" He said, or something like that.

"A-are you serious?" She said, infact I said because she was part of my sub-conscious :3

"Yes, I am serious. NOW GO TAKE IT OFF!" He said, handing her a knife. She walked into a bus, and it transitioned to me.

A teacher that seemed familiar from a TV show was there, saying things. Could not hear him. Anyways, I seemed annoyed the fact I knew that the girl was hurt and for some reason I was mad.

I was about to make a cocky remark about that when he talks about something else.

I shot up and said something immature, very immature considering I am a young guy who is mature unlike his classmates.

This whole time, I still never became Lucid.

And then, I sat back down. No one seemed to hear, except a booming laugh around the dream world happened.
Anyways, I sat down and asked "Why cant we ever leave this school?"

"Because their are lots of russians with guns guarding the place, if you step outside not during recess, KCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCT"

That scared me, so the scene cut to recess. I was sad, but when I cried my nose bled. I tried to control it, although my dream wanted me to make someone feel bad.

So I burst outside, and was crying with blood dripping down.


Then I woke up.

There is so much to write - I will do it in chunks over the day.
Even more than the below - but I leave it at a dream and a fragment - forgot what I had dictated.

An earlier dream:
I was in a lecture on dream-content and real life connections.
It was possible to watch other persons dreams - also my own ones.
But in the end it was about a supposedly very famous case of - on the one hand mental disorder - on the other hand manifesting things from his dreams in the real world.
Funny, now I got to think about Mylynes tutorial..
But he calls it hallucination - in my dream it was manifestation.

An earlier fragment:
Sitting with a friend of mine in a café she knows the owner of and eating lots of delicious cakes with cream.
There is a beautiful girl next table over - but somehow we know, her boyfriend will not come - leave her like that altogether - and we talked about that.


The dream:
I did a WBTB after 7+ hours of falling asleep - trying WILD a la Sageous.
Almost worked - at one point I felt myself slipping in some weird bodily way and saw maybe 10 light-points on the back of my eye-lids - and that startled me awake.
Aha!
Got to tell Sageous - fell into the trap he so much tries people to warn of..
Naja - after it was clear I was too awake - also with frustration - I rolled over and slept.

The following dream had me - luckily! - at that house of my first boyfriend´s parents again.
The usual business - if you want to look for the non-lucid part of it - just read back some nights - and you get the picture.
I came to hate these weird dreams lately.
This time the thought popped into my mind - like hm - I dream of this sometimes.
Then it almost went like my last posted miss in the "most stupid way.." - I "concluded" - but it must be real - I am here after all!

This time I RCed anyway.
I had lucids, where it was obvious from the onset - but this again was one, where I did about 5 RCs before believing it.
I keep suspecting that I cheat on the nose-plug - but the finger-counting seems very reliable.
Yepp - lucid!

I hovered a bit and looked at things - trying to change objects for the competition.
But it didn´t work at all - what I looked at fiercely - just got more detailed and clear and more beautiful - but didn´t change.
That was a bit frustrating - I also tried it on the younger brother - but that ended up otherwise.
No dream-sex as such, not even touching each other - but lets say - we were on about it on our owns.
But didn´t work completely - rather I felt excited for a while afterwards - sort of didn´t get rid of it.
Maybe I edit this out later - but why actually not write it.
What I keep out of here are rather conflicts or situations too close to my personality/real life concerns.

Naja - I made fun of everybody without feeling guilty (the mother, the brother, some visitor) - or maybe it is better to say - I made a joke out of myself with "outrageous behaviour".

Then I left the flat - I didn´t think of TOTMs the whole dream - but I did think about the comp.
Maybe because I didn´t manage that change-stuff - and this was the next and such only goal.
Outside I started flying about normally - and came down on the roof of an abandoned train-wagon.

Then it came to my mind to try flying superwoman style.
Took my right arm up and at a steep angle - well - and wasn´t prepared at all for what I "expected".
I shot up at that angle in an absolutely mind-boggling speed - in one blink - I was so high, I almost couldn´t discern features on the ground any more.
I believe I squealed and wailed and was absolutely terrified..
Even worse almost - having to decide and take that arm down and expecting not to fall - in less than a second - but I managed to float down.

I met a friend of mine then - in front of her door - we went up into her room, talked a bit - I forgot to tell her I was dreaming and see what she says - I just pretended to be normal.
When she left the room for some reason - I tried to change her jewellery on a shelf - again - stuff got more sparkly and intricate - but didn´t change.

After quite a lot of effort - I thought - ah well - I do it with looking away and expecting sweets instead of a pendant - this worked!
It was chocolate with metallic-looking wrapping - I unwrapped it and ate it.
Even tasted like chocolate - but not very intensely - and again - it was a bit difficult to feel it in my mouth. Forgot counting eating for the comp..

I was again outside after that, from where I woke up - but I can´t remember any thing at the moment about what that was.

I remember being out on a trip or staying the night somewhere with friends and relatives. Matt was there and we were talking about a shared dream we had. People looked on in amazement and disbelief.

Matt would describe something and I would relate and finish it. The content of the dream we were talking about is interesting, it was like it was another dream I had earlier that night and now here I am in this dream talking about it.

I remember only part of it. There was a tree with lots of blocks hanging down like fruit. And I accidentally hit one with my head and a tree popped out of it a lot like Mario games. It grew into a tree itself. Funny.

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Another piece i remember is being in some sort of hall or auditorium, or church. My wife was there but not sitting by me. I said something about my journey being important…. And she flipped out, “oh, your journey is the most Woo Woo thing ever!” I started defending, but then I realized I cannot argue with her. And that’s her story. Wow my wife who I thought was supportive all along has now exploded with disdain for my spiritual journey.

I looked at the dude in front of her. He was familiar, like an uncle, but I don’t remember who. He shrugged and agreed with me. And said he can’t say anything because he’s an entertainer. Ok?

I see 13 arcade cabinets from the back, all in a row, showing how the wood of each one has been repaired and refinished.

Morning of December 18, 2013. Wednesday.



In one dream, we appear to be visiting an (unknown) person on the right side of a T-section dock in a larger boathouse (seemingly part of a strange composite using the Salton Sea, California, the Mississippi near La Crosse, and an area near the Florida Keys). There is another boathouse mirrored almost exactly to the opposite side of the T-section dock. The owner we know in my dream is probably about forty years old. There is an area for a small motorboat near the right-front that is almost like a connected garage (at water level) so that the boat comes up almost to the front door of the boathouse. The man seems to be sharing a story based on a recent event where he thought that a visitor was very unintelligent because they asked why he did not have an additional place for the boat near the back of the boathouse so that when he travels from a trip in the other direction, it would supposedly be “easier” to moor (even though the only door is on the front of the boathouse). Apparently the person was also looking at the far-right area for another potential spot to moor (in case the boat had been traveling from that direction as well). It seems very amusing for him. Apparently, he also seems to indicate that the other person thought that if a person is traveling from the left of the T-section, he would reach the other boathouse and never get to his (not having enough intelligence to know that you can just go around). This was rather odd and impersonal for a dream. It could possibly relate more to persistent stubbornness rather than a lack of intelligence. For example, a person may stop near you as if you are “in their way”, when they could just walk around you with little effort or difficulty. There was, however, a person in real life that we used to see who would actually stop when there was anything in front of him, even a division of the sidewalk or a particularly dark line on the floor of a store’s aisle (as if it were a “wall”). This relates to some sort of condition, but I do not presently recall the name. It was unusual seeing someone do this. He acted as if he could not get past implied two-dimensional “barriers”. I never really watched or stared, so I do not know what he eventually did as I left the scene. He also stopped near our baby pram once even though it was to the right of him and nowhere near being in his way, so I just turned around and went the other direction.

In the other dream, we are living in the same house as a person who lives near us on the same street in one direction (but across an alleyway - we live in a corner house) in real life, but whom we do not see very often (he rarely seems to be actually living there over longer time periods) and do not know very well. I am walking around in a seemingly shared living area, yet there also seems to be features of a very large, but partly divided bedroom. I am hearing sound from an adjoining room which seems a bit too loud (as I do not want the other people in the house to complain) - although I am not sure if it is that late at night. I thought it might be some sort of anechoic chamber in part - it seems to be a very large television (false memory) on the other side of the wall, and apparently it is an old monster movie or something similar, so I go to tell a family member to turn the volume down while in the doorway, the other room with the television being mostly dark. I am not sure what the movie is. It seems to be a fictional variation of “Village of the Giants” from 1965 based on what the other man says.

The other man is also walking near the same area, but does not seem to mind the television’s volume level (he may have been planning to get something from the refrigerator to take back to his area). He even watches the movie that is on for about three minutes or so although I actually never face or see the screen of the television, as I remain mostly in the implied larger bedroom area. He says with a sort of odd curious interest (perhaps nostalgia), “Oh…there are TWO giant women in this movie, and this one is dancing, look at that stomach…”

Meanwhile, I am going back to get some pens and pencils. Some of the pens are felt markers of a larger variety of colors as well as normal ballpoints. I seem to have permission from the other man for some reason to use one of his pens. The large group of pens is mine, yet when I place them on someone’s bed temporarily (as there are a bit too many and it is a clumsy effort to get them to the desk on my side), they get mixed up with other people’s pens. I am annoyed, as I do not want to be accused of “stealing pens”, so I finally manage to get them separated before the other man walks back to his apparent living area. In real life, we assume his wife had died, as we have not seen her for a long time, but when he comes back into this room, he is making strange comments about her (I guess she is in a different adjoining room than the other). I then notice funny toy heads hanging from the wall (which I had not noticed before), similar to the toy shrunken heads of years ago, one with bright orange hair sticking out from each side (but bald otherwise), which seems to represent his wife, as if displayed as some sort of nostalgic gift.

The third dream was fairly short and somewhat distorted. There was another boathouse-related scene, but as if from a movie. There is a creature that looks much like the one from “The Monster That Challenged the World” (1957), but is much smaller, only about the size of a person. It is apparently a male creature. He moves his head up from the water that is filled with smaller debris (of mostly greenish and yellowish hues) and starts going “Yerp, yerp, yerp”. Apparently the movie is called “The Yerper”…rather senseless. He does not seem like a threat and the “yerp” sound is not really imposing.

While typing up my memories from the OBE I just had, I remembered something from the dream I had right before it.

I was in the backyard at my Grandma’s house and I was mowing the lawn. Except it was weird, there was other stuff going on for sure. I can’t remember what. The lawn seemed like it was being mowed automatically by the tractor. I remember parts of the grass being long and it was cutting it down and it was getting close to the end. I knew my Dad was there and someone else.

I decided last night that I would write down every dream I had right as I wake up (as inspired by the fryingman). When I got up, I had 5 different dreams written down, but I only remembered writing 2

fragment 1:
I was on someone's driveway and I belonged to a family of people that I have never met in my life. I was their daughter that had died not too long ago, I was also a very powerful witch, coincidentally. They had just resurrected me and I told them that they had to kill me because this would come back to them all, before it was too late. So I took out a wand and gave it to them to plunge through my heart, they refused. Then one guy tried and I smacked the wand away, laughed like a villain at him and said, "MUAhahahaaha!! I'm not really your daughter, I'm her evil grandmother and now I'm going to murder you all ". Then the daughter's mother (my now daughter, since I was evil grandmother) came up and stabbed me in the back with the wand and I melted. At this point, I was confused as to how I wasn't dead since I saw a pile of goo in front of me. I realized I was dreaming, became lucid. I immediately ran down the street and took off flying like a jet plane. I could hear the sounds a jet plane makes and feel the wind blowing past me at extreme speeds. I sped off faster and faster until I was in space, looking down on the Earth. I tried to make it turn into a million little earths so I could eat one and find out what it tasted like, but I woke up instead.

dream 1:
I finally fell asleep again after tossing and turning for awhile, I had woken up to arm numbness and then that killer pain (anything that comes back to life is gonna hurt). So I remember I was studying for a final, and my sister was there bothering me. She wouldn't leave me alone, she kept putting some pasty goo on my textbook. I went into a room and tried to barricade the door but all the stuff turned into...I guess I would describe it as being a bandoneon, it all compressed but it was still the barricade and not a musical instrument. I don't know. But yea it all compressed when my sister tried to open the door. At this point, I knew I was dreaming again. I shoved my DC sister aside and walked through a glass windowpane to get outside. I tried to turn the sun into a million little suns so that I could eat one or have them fall down on the earth and run away in horror. One of the two. Wouldn't work. So I said to the dream, "Okay, I'm ready to meet you now Mr. God". I looked around for a little bit until I saw two figures standing on a lawn. One was my grandpa and one was this nice looking guy that was wearing jeans, one of those puffy vests that have feathers in them, and a trucker hat. I walked up to my grandpa and asked him, "Are you Mr. God?" He told me, "No, but I'm going to be with you as you meet him". I thought that sounded nice. I gave him a big hug because he died almost 10 years ago. We were walking over to Mr. God and I had the single thought, what if this dream falls apart right now. Instantly, the dream starts to fall apart and I tried to stabilize, but the deed had already been done. I woke up. *sigh* doubt sucks

After 8 h WBTB - maybe 10 min. SSILD-activities - these made me tired and want to roll over.


First dream:
What resulted was a very vivid dream - started nicely with being hiking in the summer with a group of friends - we made a pause at a cottage to eat and drink something. But first I was missing my cigarettes - then also mobile phone and purse.

We suspected a woman, who had behaved weirdly and turned her eyes away when looked at.
So a friend of mine helped me nail her down - like managed against her will to look into her bag - and there the cigarettes were.
And I saw something, which looked like another purse of mine than the one, I was looking for.

I left it be - but later, considering the cell-phone - I wanted to catch up with her, to look again.
I knew at that point, that she lived in the same house where I lived - just one story below.
There was only her kid - telling me, his parents would be at the gynaecologist.

So I went there - confronted her - and against even physical hassling from her husband - I got my phone and purse back, and left the practice.
This was all in front of the other patients/their partners.

On returning home - the story had seemingly gone on without me - and the janitor of the house had called the police about it.
This husband would have been violent again and was shot dead - lying on a stretcher - with a law medical examiner - who by the way had made an x-ray (in our flat - wtf??) - he showed it to me - and again there was a fixateure interne in his spine (like in mine some dreams back).
This whole thing somehow lead to a general police alert all over the city - and throngs of police were holding a meeting in a big railway-station hall - really huge.

Second dream:
Like so often I was in search for a flat - and was with several other interested people looking at a weird longish flat with glass roof.
It looked like some train-department with 70s-style rounded windows rimmed in red etc.
But then the real-estate-guy took a remote control - and the roof folded away - so you could make the whole flat open to the sky.

Later I was test- sitting on a high-bench maybe 50 cm deep but around 4-5 meters up.
Now comes the mad part - I got lucid from the fact, that I was afraid of that height.
Even sitting there safe and all - I had such a visceral fear - and I couldn´t overcome it - looking at the side of that bench, and considering climbing down made me almost sick.

Now in real life - I have almost no fear of any heights - going rock-climbing in the mountains sometimes.

So - I went for nose-plug - questioning this reaction - yepp - I was able to breathe.
But like once before - I had the feeling, I might subconsciously be cheating - like not really holding the nose completely closed or whatever.

So I took my hands up to look - and again - they looked all right at first - just a bit blurry - but that didn´t convince me - when I started counting fingers, though - it seemed my hand was sprouting fingers as I went - they even bifurcated.
But somehow, I wasn´t as lucid as I used to be two weeks back with easy fearless flying.
I climbed down that thing..

Unfortunately - I didn´t first change something or somebody - but did basic summoning then.
My comp tasks are first object/DC change - and then summoning.
I was sitting on the ground - and expecting somebody coming round the corner.
Instantly something dark moved about there - but I willed a guy to come around because I was in a certain mood ..ähämmm.
He did come around the corner - was naked and inspiring - but we didn´t touch.
Mixing stuff up - I stupidly first asked for a present - and got a cat-reaction (when I asked a cat last month, what she was thankful for - she looked disdainfully and stalked off).
He shook his head and went back around that corner.

I woke up shortly - and right back into a lucid dream - so DEILD.

Third dream:
I was standing outside at the border of a meadow with many trees.
And I had to RC several times again - not high lucidity, but high realism.
After that - I had nicely stabilized by hand rubbing and inspecting things closely.

So I thought - meanwhile pretty clearly - lets make that snowman.
I saw a birch or otherwise white-branched tree - and convinced myself of that being snow - and it snowing back there.
I think, I get the hang of that firmly expecting stuff.
Instantly it started snowing everywhere and strongly, and there was snow on the ground, which didn´t first have to pile up like last time.
This second time around was so much faster and better.
I am really surprised how much practice seems to really help with specific things.
So I knelt down - felt the snow very realistic again - and made a small ball - maybe 20 cm diameter only.
It didn´t really easily want to stick together, by the way.
And then the damnated real life doorbell rang!!

Now I get angry at this quite a bit - but I took it unusually mellow and didn´t rip anybody´s head off, when it happened.


Fragment one:
There was a physics experiment with a complicated installation and it was about, if my emotional state could influence the flow of electricity - and there was something, to make the flow visible.
And I could change that - what it read/showed.
But later it was found out, that I didn´t really change the flow - only what we all saw as a read-out.


Fragment two:
I was listening with a group to somebody recommending vacations, and what you could do there and there.
Strangely - it was also about lying in the sun - and the recommendation was to do sunbathing at a lake - but when at the sea - he said, one could then at least sun-bath in the forests close to the sea..??

fragment 1:

The earliest part I remember is sitting in a classroom, very similar to the one from last night despite never having been in it before. I was supposed to read this paper with my group that talked about everything coming in pairs. The teacher wanted us to explain why reality was like that, why did everything come in pairs of 2. I thought she was talking about everything having its opposite but she told me that it wasn't opposites, but the pairs were all very nearly the same. They only seemed different to me. So I was reading through this paper, and I turned one page and there was a music video on the paper. One guy with a mullet was standing in some industrial yard on a metallic structure, spraying water in the air. The water started to fall on my buddies at the table and I apologized, because they weren't ready for it. Half the classroom faded into the industrial yard with this guy. Red Rain, by Peter Gabriel, started playing as this guy was spraying us all with the water coming out of this hose. I thought it was nice. Then I woke up.

fragment 2:

This one is a little blurrier. My sister and I were driving on some road trip with the 2 kitties when she wanted to stop at a gas station. The gas station was filled with over the counter drugs, but they were in powder form, weird. That's all they sold there too, so I was sad. Then when I was leaving the gas station I noticed that the kitties had escaped. My sister caught the girl cat pretty easily, but the boy had some kind of inhuman strength. He kept running from me and he ran into the arms of some old lady. She handed him to me and then he started to run away. He was dragging me along the ground as I held onto him. All I could think at this point was, Yes! Our daily trainings have finally started to pay off! Then we drove to some place where there was a person with frosting for hair - I tasted it and it tasted just like raspberries, delicious.

dream 1:

At this point, it was very close to my wake-up time. I had about 30 minutes left and I was getting very frustrated that I hadn't had a lucid yet, so I decided to go all in and try an old-style WILD like I used to do. I focused on the auditory hallucinations and controlled them so that it became part of a dream, then I paired them with the pictures in my head until it became more and more vivid. Eventually I opened my dream eyes and I was confused because I was still in my room, so I checked to make sure it was a dream and it was! I got out of bed and started to transform myself into a dragon on the floor. I did it fully, sort of, I was more like a baby dragon. I guess I didn't want to destroy my room with too large of a dragon transformation. I started to flap my little baby dragon wings and fly around the room. I was extremely excited at this point and I woke up with a burst of adrenaline, no more dream-time left for me.