dream fragment

First, the WILD (wake induced lucid dream) attempt (because it happened first):

As per usual, went to bed and set an alarm for 4-5 hours out. This time I went to bed around 11 PM and set an alarm for about 4 AM. I probably fell asleep around 11:20.

I woke up, peed, sat on the edge of my bed for my 15 minutes, and thought about my upcoming dream. I decided I would try to go into the spaceship I saw in the hypnagogic imagery (HI) from the night before that woke me out of my WILD attempt. I settled also on a simple mantra: "Enter," meant to mirror the immediacy of Sageous' "dive," while communicating the intention of entering the dream.

I laid down on my back in the bed and began with my mantra. I tried shifting my attention inside my head more than I have the previous days and intentionally shutting out the bodily noise (both the feeling of my body lying there and the small sounds in the room). I probably only laid there about 20 minutes this time and encountered some of the usual problems (swallowing, an itch at one point). I found myself becoming a little frustrated and reflecting on something I had typed yesterday: I have a hard time falling asleep on my back, and it feels as though I could lie there for hours and never quite get there unless I'm very tired.

In response to the frustration and the fact that I couldn't let the thought go, as well as remembering that the WILDs I have succeeded with happened on my side in the past (although I thought, really, that lying on your back makes more sense because it's harder to fall asleep totally as I tend to do quickly), I decided to abandon the position and roll onto my side. After awhile of lying there in such a way, still awake, repeating my mantra, I felt the need to move yet again. At that point I committed to just doing the sloppiest WILD I could to see if it would meet with success, by which I mean, every time I wanted to move, I moved. Every time I wanted to swallow or scratch or whatever, I went ahead and did it and returned to my previous position.

My logic in giving over to this was that when I'm going to sleep, I tend to shift positions 3-4 times until I find the one I like and then I fall asleep rather quickly. I figured if I shifted positions several times while repeating my mantra and maintaining focus, I'd eventually find the position I liked, fall asleep within a few minutes, and manage to keep awake while doing so. Maybe. I didn't really know; I just figured it was worth a shot.

Well, when lying in each of these positions I sometimes got as far as HI happening, but then would end up shifting and moving, and therein saw the flaw: my constant moving kept setting me back in the WILD (perhaps obvious in retrospect). But I figured when I did find the correct position, I'd fall asleep so quickly it would be as though progress wasn't lost.

Ultimately, I probably moved about 3 times, eventually settled into one position, and as expected, I went out like a lamp. Unfortunately my consciousness didn't stay with me, and I had felt it fading already when I had moved into that last position so it's not surprising.

Take-aways:

• Just one main one, I need to experiment with either timing or position because something feels wrong about the 15 minutes up, and then lying on my back. I think both together are too strong of an obstacle for the WILD to culminate in me actually falling asleep, especially when I add in all the thought-work of repeating the mantra and visualizing the dream. My mind is so busy that lying in an uncomfortable position after having so much time to wake myself up pretty much just ends up with me lying there very awake and struggling to become sleepy.
• In the sake of eliminating one of the above, I'll start tonight by shortening my WBTB to as long as it takes to get up, pee, and go back to bed (i.e. 1-2 minutes), but still lying on my back. This is against Sageous' advice, but I just think I should try it because my intuition tells me that it may help.
• If shortening the WBTB does not help (I still have trouble falling asleep), I'll extend it to 15 minutes (or more), and I'll just begin the WILD on my side in the first place, and commit to not shifting positions. This is harder on my back because it's uncomfortable, but on my side I am comfortable and I suspect will fall asleep more quickly. That's why I will almost have to keep the WBTB longer in that position: otherwise I will fall asleep immediately.

Now, the dream fragment:

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

5 AM - 8:30 AM or so:

I dreamed I was on some kind of comedy game show, and honestly I don't know how I ended up on stage. I remember being in the audience, but somehow I ended up performing/competing. One of the key elements on this stage was that there was a window which exited into a pool of water about a floor down, off the side. When people left the stage, they would dramatically be shown "diving" from this window (I guess as if it were a building window), and land safely in the deep water below.

Unrelated to this, there was also this girl who did her act in a barrel. It didn't strike me as strange at the time but in retrospect it was very strange: she was always in the barrel even when she was off stage. Which means that she couldn't get back up to the stage without assistance, and lucky for her, the stage had these air tubes she could hop her barrel into, and it would shoot her up to stage level. After I had somehow ended up down where the pool was, I at one point watched her hop her barrel into this tube and be whisked away by air pressure.

At one point, I somehow (sorry, there's skipping which is why this is a fragment, I can't remember everything) ended up back stage where these tubes connected to the stage. There was a room where there were four tubes in the floor, and two tubes which connected horizontally out to the stage. There was another girl in the room with me, and at the same time as this barrel-girl was getting off the stage by entering a tube, the other girl in the room shouted to me that they were sending up a back of bricks through the floor tubes (so they were going to potentially collide).

She and I both began yelling through the tubes not to come through, but barrel-girl, now simply sitting on a pillow for some reason, but still holding the barrel-lid above her head like a hat, was already in the tube and coming. I jumped in-front of the tube and scooped her up as she came sliding out and pulled her away from the tubes while the aforementioned sack of bricks (why were they sending a sack of bricks to the stage...?) came hurtling through the tube she was headed for, going upwards, and was sucked in by the in-take tube towards the stage (powerful air!).

Holding her in my arms (and I have to say, noticing how beautiful barrel-girl was with her wavy brown hair), I gave her a weak smile and said, "which tube am I supposed to drop you in?" and she just said, "the back left." I was already nearly standing over-top of it so with a quick nod, I simply let her go over the tube. I heard some clattering and a small scream and looked over the edge of the tube to see she had spilled from her pillow and dropped her barrel-lid and was sprawled on the floor of the tube. I called down, "are you okay?" and she just said, "yep!" and gathered her pillow and lid and took off. She sounded more embarrassed than hurt, so I minded my own business.

I'm not sure what else happened but somehow I eventually reached the next day, where I waking up on what appeared to be a school campus. I walked down the sidewalk and was greeted by one of the women on the show with me, who performed some kind of gesture with the burrito she was eating as if she were pulling it from her pocket, and laughed. I had no idea what this meant, but thought it must be a reference to something that happened on the show, so I politely laughed and said, "yeah," as though I had any idea what this woman was doing, then I walked past her and entered the door on my right.

It instantly went into a Hardee's (a fast food chain) and I began standing in line. Somehow the line got out of the way rather quickly (perhaps a time skip) and I found myself standing at the counter unsure of what to order. However, they had one biscuit which was piled comically high with various things, and I didn't see why not, so I ordered it-- it was called "Drew Crews' Biscuit". I had no idea who Drew Crews was but figured he must be someone famous. Unfortunately the cashier told me, "oh no, we don't have the stuff to make that right now, you have to order that earlier in the morning, we're almost done serving breakfast right now." So I apologized and said, "just give me a couple of bacon-egg-and-cheese biscuits then."

And then I woke up! Strangely, with "Such Great Heights" stuck in my head out of nowhere.

Dance

I'm at some weird high school like dance, dancing with some girl from work...

Jamie

She was really absent this week. I did have a brief one sexual related. I finished too fast and just left, and she looked upset. I hope that's never a problem IRL...


Jesus

Just Him standing by a building looking inside but he's like 40 ft tall. He's looking in a window.

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

Due to the nature of how I slept last night, by which I mean lots of waking up without bothering to voice memo (for shame), I don't remember a lot of my dreams but I do have a few snippets I can log. Maybe I'll remember more later today.

Time unknown

I dreamed that my neighbors had a daughter around my age who wanted my help with something related to her computer. I agreed to come over and help her to install something (I don't recall if it was stated what that something was...). When I showed up at their house, she greeted me at the door and then went inside, and I immediately ran into this sorta deadbeat guy that her mother used to date, sitting in a recliner watching television. He looked very exasperated to see me, sorta sighed, and I quickly explained I was here to help with something computer related.

He told me that her computer was actually her mother's computer, and that he didn't think she wanted to be woken up. I apologized, feeling like he clearly didn't want me there, and said that I would leave if he liked. He didn't say yes, but simply looked back, and around that time the daughter (whom I didn't ever learn the name of, incidentally) came around the corner and told me that her mother was okay with it. Apparently she also was ordering a pizza for all of us since I was there around dinner, and at this, the guy in the chair looked even more exasperated.

The pizza was quickly produced (I have no idea where it came from, it just showed up on the table at the suggestion of it being ordered) and I woke up while I was getting a couple pieces.

Time unknown - 8ish AM

I dreamed I was at my grandparents' house during some kind of family gathering. Most people were outside, but me and my father had come back inside and were sitting down to check out their TV. They had some sort of streaming system which wasn't tied to any specific brand, but was instead provided by their satellite, and simply hosted a recording of the episodes of each show that were new that week. I turned it on and started scrolling, and was very surprised to see "The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy," from when I was a teenager, had a new episode listed. I scrolled over and booted it up, and the show started strangely with some animals in the forest eating grass and such.

I can't remember exactly what happened, but somehow all the animals had eaten some particular berry or something that was growing in the woods, and Billy had just wandered into the forest and eaten one also. He complained that his stomach was hurting, and then immediately ripped a huge fart, which is pretty on-color for the humor in that show (lol). Immediately afterwards, the animals all began farting loudly in sequence, some in unison, with the scene cutting to various animals being surprised by their farts, scaring off attackers with their farts accidentally, etc. I thought it was mildly funny, and I looked at my dad and he looked back at me seemingly embarrassed (in real life he would surely find this side-splittingly hilarious with his childish sense of humor, but he didn't seem to like it in the dream). He suggested maybe we shouldn't watch it around my grandparents, who are known for being somewhat uptight about matters of politeness. I agreed while making a mental note to look up when the show had come back later.

The dream fragment ended however while I was looking to see what else was there: I recall my dad pointing something out to me, looking for it only to find he was misreading the name (his eyesight is not so good), and someone else coming in and telling me what he was actually looking at. I scrolled over to it and quickly woke up.

If you're here for dreams, that's it, but what I also want to log is last night's attempt at a WILD (wake-induced lucid dream):

WILD attempt:

I set my alarm for 4:30 AM, went to sleep, and ended up waking up around 3:00 AM having to pee anyway, and quickly got up and peed and decided that I would scrap the alarm and use this awakening for my attempt at a WILD (I had been sleeping around 3-and-a-half hours). I had hastily decided on a mantra the night before which I felt was unique to me, had some power when I said it somehow, and reminded me of my goal (staying awake while I fell asleep, and staying focused): "keep it tight." Which I know sounds silly; it made me chuckle when I thought of it, but the fact that it gave me a reaction is why I picked it.

I stayed up for about 15 minutes sitting on the side of my bed thinking about what I was going to do and steeling my resolve to do it. I told myself I'd succeed tonight and tried to get rid of any negativity or doubts. In retrospect, I'm not sure that sitting up for so long was good and may shorten it, because I think it woke me up too much.

After around 15 minutes I laid down at 3:20 and began my attempt. I folded my hands over my stomach, relaxed on my back, and began breathing in through my nose and out while thinking my mantra, "keep it tight." Towards the beginning I took some time to meditate on who I was also, and what divides me from the world around me, but also what parts of it relate to me as cause and effect. I quickly abandoned this though and just focused on my mantra. I'm purely guessing (I know how long everything together took but not individual parts), but I would say I laid there for about 15 minutes until I started to experience a sensation of heaviness/numbness. Part of this was that my hands being clasped over my stomach had my elbows bent, and the pinch in my elbows was causing my arms + pinky and ring finger to go completely numb, lol. I decided to ignore this and carry on, focusing on my mantra. I occasionally felt the need to swallow, and tried to not focus on it, but three or four times, it happened even though I tried to ignore it.

Around 30 minutes in I started occasionally experiencing some light hypnagogic imagery (HI) that disappeared whenever I noticed it was happening, as it generally does. None of it had any real substance but it was mostly visual. I resolved to try to ignore it and focus on my mantra. At one point I quickly saw a large, blue... thing come flying right at my face which caused me to jump slightly and had my heart racing, but I returned to lying still and repeated "keep it tight," which calmed me down, reminding me not to get worked up.

At around 45 minutes, my finger started to really hurt. They had gone completely numb, but because of the way they were sitting on-top of one another, the fingers on my right hand were starting to feel pinched and there was a dull-ache. This eventually got so bad I could no longer ignore it, and decided to move my hands, which basically ended my WILD attempt, because once I moved them down by my sides, all the blood began rushing back into them creating an insane tingling sensation and warmth that was even harder to ignore. I laid there for what I imagine was the last 15 minutes or so, repeating my mantra, but at that point was so disturbed I felt it was a lost cause in my heart of hearts.

Eventually I looked at my phone clock and saw it had been an hour, and even though I know not to do this, I decided to roll on my side to see if I would become tired more quickly. I rolled onto my right side (I normally sleep on my left) and laid there once more, repeating my mantra. I'm not sure what happened; I seem to have quickly faded in and out of sleep several times, because I had several moments where I "came back to" unsure of what had just happened-- and eventually I looked at my clock again and discovered that 25 minutes had passed!

At this point, once again, I decided I had been at this for an hour and a half (it was now almost 5 AM) so I rolled over on my left side figuring I'd continue repeating my mantra, but fully expecting to fall asleep. I faded in and out like before a couple times, and there were several times when I faded back in suddenly unable to even remember what my mantra was in the first place and having to grasp at a few before remembering. Eventually, probably after not 10 minutes of this, I fell asleep for good.

Take-aways:

• I should not claspe my hands over my belly-button to avoid the painful numbing sensation; I should let them rest by my sides.
• The mantra "keep it tight," worked fairly well but could probably be better.
• I should probably shorten my WBTB (wake back to bed) time from 15 minutes to something less. It feels like sitting up so long woke me up too much.
• It's tempting to try to look at HI, but it disappears when you try and seems to wake you up when it does.
• Rolling on your side, even your bad side, is still just a bad idea.

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

This is a collection of 3 dreams. This is the first attempt I've made to become lucid in several years, and it was successful! But not through the method I was trying.

Sometime before 2:30 AM
I dreamed that I was an official content censor for some kind of fascist regime, but even as an editor of content was victim to extreme regulations. I worked in an open office surrounded by other workers and was encouraged not to move from my post or stop working. I remember trying to move unsuccessfully a few times but only small bits of this dream stayed with me.

2:30-4:45 AM
I dreamed that my school had a 'software hit-list' of things they wanted coded for them (I'm a CS major) and one of these was a more secure meeting method. Someone had coded this and randomly instated me as a moderator because I was a CS major, and I realized that all CS majors were given such honors for reasons unclear (we are not generally known for our people skills, lol). Anyway, I hopped on a bus, the physical representation of this new forum for students of my university. I also decided that if I was a moderator, I'd try to be a good moderator, and make sure nobody was doing anything wrong. So I scoped out the area around me.

Next to me a guy was sitting in a trench coat and sunglasses, and I tried to look past him to see what was on his other side without bothering him. There was just a window, and in the end he did see me trying to look around him and gave me a funny look, so I apologized and looked forwards again. I sorta realized in that moment that I was being stupid trying to moderate just because it was written on my name, and started behaving normally riding the bus again.

It gets a bit fuzzy here, but I recall a friend from high-school being on the bus, and lying in the floor. I woke up again later.

4:45 AM-7:30 AM
And here's the meat, the lucid dream. I woke up, used the restroom (I had drunk a glass of water so that I would wake up in the middle of the night), laid down again, meditated for a few minutes while counting my breaths. When I lost count I rolled on my side and began counting my breaths again, trying to fall asleep. And then I did fall asleep! But not lucid.

I can't remember this dream back all the way, but the first thing I remember was playing baseball with a bunch of kids. I guess I was a kid too, I'm not really sure. At one point, we were playing on an abandoned lot, and the pitcher's mound was in the middle of a partially constructed scaffolding (inconvenient), and I was pitching. Batting was a girl who I went to high-school with who was well known for throwing hissy fits when things didn't go her way (no offense to her, I'm sure she's more adult now, but we were all probably 12 or 13 in this dream...). She was indeed throwing such a hissy fit because I was pitching too fast at her. So I lobbed one slowly to let her have her way.

She immediately smacked it and sent it flying into the scaffolding I was standing in, and I picked it up and tried to turn to look to throw it to first base, but I couldn't see first base. I then turned and saw second base was also obstructed, so I turned some more and threw it to someone who was running up from near third base. Of course, when I threw it to him, he missed it, I felt silly for throwing it too hard, and he turned and ran after it. Within those precious moments, two opposing runners had run up to my scaffolding and were standing at the edge yelling at me. I turned to look at them and hear what they were saying, which was that they were complaining that 1st base was a pit, so they had run to the pitcher's mound instead, and that should count as a home-run.

I'm not sure why I was allowed to decide but I shook my head yes and agreed, and the game was over (I guess they were already ahead). Soon, everyone congregated around the pitcher's mound/scaffolding and we started discussing that playing baseball here sucked (gee whiz). I suggested, from nowhere, that nearby was a series of under-construction houses where nobody lived, that was sure to have some open air nobody was using that we could play. It occurred to me we might accidentally break some windows or something, but I secretly figured we could probably get the heck out of there without getting caught if so (sorry construction workers, I was a kid in this dream, I swear!).

So off we set into this nearby construction area, and me and one other fairly small kid who couldn't have been more than 8 ended up going into a nearby house, and walking around inside, because nobody was there to stop us. As we were walking around looking I suddenly made a joking comment that the house was so empty, it almost seemed like a dream...

And the saying of such a thing is one of my well-known triggers (anytime something seems like a dream in real life, I tend to reality check reflexively just as a habit because I have said it in dreams many times and woke up frustrated I didn't become lucid). I reached up and plugged my nose and blew air through, and found I could breathe. Ta-da! My first night back at lucid dreaming a success, I felt pretty proud of myself and thought back to posting on Dreamviews the night before. I remembered reading an article about lucid dreaming to hype myself up and them talking about how realistic your hands are, so I looked down at them.

Then I set out after my small friend who was with me, and told him I was having a lucid dream! He looked at me like there was a giant spider on my head and began fast-walking away, so I walked after him saying, "No, really, look!" and tried to summon a baseball from thin air to show him. I tried several times, but my dream control has always been a bit wonky, and I couldn't get it to happen. I tried looking away from my hands and looking back. I tried closing my eyes and thinking "BASEBALL" (lol) and opening them and looking back, and nothing. Soon me and the kid were outside of the house standing in the grass, and I still didn't have a baseball. He looked pretty skeptical, and I suddenly feared me losing my lucidity to this goal of getting a baseball, so I said, "aw nevermind," and walked away from him.

Still marveling at all the weird wrinkly detail of my palms, I walked off towards the nearby woods. As I was walking along, the whole group of children I had been playing baseball with came to where we were and began asking if I had found a place to play baseball. I told them I wasn't looking anymore, really, but they could probably play somewhere near here if they still wanted to. They set off into the woods also (for some reason) so I followed them nearby, but quickly got distracted by a humongous ravine going down hundreds of feet, and instantly was taken with doing what I always do in lucid dreams: jumping off stuff and trying to fly.

I jumped off the edge into this enormous canyon and hovered my way down with my arms out, but as I stuck my arms out I was suddenly bothered by the feeling of my sheet on my bed (lol) and the feeling that it was like a wall blocking me from sticking my arm out all the way. This bothered me and also again, worried me I was waking up, so I pulled my arms in-front of me in more of a Superman position instead. I alighted down on a giant metal tower, crawling with futuristic soldiers.

My lucidity started to degrade a little here. I was no longer doing anything I wanted but getting sucked into the current of the dream, while aware I was dreaming somewhat.

These soldiers all began shooting at me, and, aware that I was dreaming, I stood my ground to see what they were shooting. As if in slow-motion, the shots came as a multitude of lasers, followed by a few canisters that looked like grenades. I started smacking these canisters back, and hitting various things on top of the tower and destroying them, eventually succeeding in knocking the soldiers off the tower I was on. Then a large docking bay door opened on the side of the canyon and I was being shot at once again. I once again tried hitting or grabbing and throwing the canisters, but they were far too far away (easily 100 meters). I settled on another plan, which was to forcefully punch parts of the tower towards that loading bay (ambitious).

And of course, as with my dream control, I punched them so lightly they simply limply fell off the tower. I tried harder, and harder, and soon was greeted with a (phony) percentage number indicating my percentage of full power that I was using (which I took for a real measurement, hence why I marked this lowered lucidity). I could only get this number to around 20%, which launched the things I was hitting a decent ways but not quite there. I heard someone call me a fool, and looked to my left to find, who else: Darth Vader, sitting in a chair.

I don't even really like Star Wars which makes this stranger, but anyway, he told me that I would never summon my full control in such a way. Suddenly finding myself curious at what he had to say, I think my lucidity started to come back up here.

I figured, who worse to steer me wrong than Darth Vader in a dream. But at the same time, maybe he would say something useful, so I urged him to continue and sat down next to him. He spoke cliches, telling me that I should 'let my emotions rule me,' and 'use my anger to summon my full power'. I nodded amicably and then noticed that I was now sitting beside him in a flying vehicle. In an act of defiance towards Mr. Vader but also in the interest of trying what he said, I screamed at the top of my lungs (haha) while grabbing the side of the car and pushing, and surely enough, I ripped off the entire right side of the car and part of the roof, and dropped it as we flew along. He didn't really say anything-- he didn't seem threatened but rather like I was acting like a child, and I felt mildly embarrassed (again, haha).

We soon rolled up at a small garage that I felt I recognized from another dream, and I simultaneously felt the dream was coming to an end. It was as if this was a final destination for me, and I could tell this by looking at it. I don't recall what the sign said fully, but I do recall it used a nickname of mine people have given me ("Loaf" a missaying of Life), and I looked around and at Darth Vader again. He didn't have much else to say, so I thanked him for his advice and said maybe I'd use it again later. Then I hopped out of the car and walked up to the shack, and as I was in the process of doing so...

My eyes opened and I hopped out of bed to get my coffee and write up this journal!

The monkey kid

I'm surrounded by people as I watch a Kid wearing a monkey mask made out of paper. Hes going to sing a silly song if we pay him..he starts a demo, sounds like some kinda cumbia-rap and I start laughing.

A Complex mechanism

I'm picking up smaller pieces of some machine, on a sail boat's deck, from the 1900s? a man is explaining each of it's functions, and he's also folding biger pieces of the complex machine; it's astrong material that I don't know of.
I believe I'm still at the boat's deck
As I'm staring at a couple I say out loud: "every where I go I find some humble people. A voice says everywere? Yes, in every experience, I say as direct to the cople: "yes you two" a man and a woman in their 40s. To my surprise a character vanishes poof!! leaving a black smoky cloud!, (like that one in D. love intro).. Just like if he was waiting for me to say it.. Then in my head.."I know them from somewhere".

Then I see this other DC, slim and pale, sitting alone..I try to say a complement as I get closer. He turns me away with a unfriendly look, I tell him "oh that's ok..I keep walking by and try to show calm..but didn't expect his reaction at all, I'm feeling a little embarrassed.
Hes worried or concerned about something.
Then my perception then shifts to the front of the ship. I see a small silver statue of an elderly man, he seems to be trapped in the rigfront side of the ship. I feel he need to be released from some kind of curse.

Fragmented ones..
DC pulling another character that refuses to walk, he escapes and goes over over wall, more like a small room without roof, then drops some items from above.

Cesar, a friend from my old town, Medellin, Colombia. critices me for having some belly.
At the same time another friend, female, is offering some beauty products.
Then I tell Cesar, I need to do more resistance exercises, instead of just cardio..He's looking more muscular than ever. We ride a short distance together, in some scooters.

Eating dessert at a some event. I offered to some people. I getting very close to a sexy blonde, with green eyes sitting down, on panties, with her legs bent and crossed...
A stage filled black giant puddles, seems to be a show or contest, as they're lining up, they turn into bizarre human characters.
The one I remember is a headbold guy, white complexity and is covering a red nipple, with dog's hair..

Created Wednesday 24 June 2020

Yes, finally. Some LDs to write down.

Spoiler for Spoilered for length:

Scrap Group 1
Playing a text adventure game. I was making an agreement with someone. The cat then woke me up

Another text adventure game. Some demon lady was talking to me. The event switched from a game to actually occurring 'live', though the two of us still spoke only in text. I mostly just reflected on some other dream I've since forgotten.

Watching gameplay of Capcom vs. SNK 2. One team had Kyosuke, and the other had Yun, I think. Later, I was seated on a sofa in a living room. Stan Smith from American Dad was seated on another couch, as was this black lady. Stan took pity on her, and gave her unwanted help, treating her as a child. Just then, snakes slithered from under the seats. Feeling one creeping on my back startled me awake.

Dream 1 - Handy Possession

The visuals started quite blurred. False awakening in bed.

I was still feeling tired, so I just wanted to get 'back' to sleep. Suddenly, a whole bunch of people were going in and out of the room. I could here the voices of my brother August, my cousin Anna and her family, plus my sister Mary along with her kids and nephew. On occasion, I could glance at a few of them. I tried speaking to them semi-consciously to leave me be, but they didn't listen. I overheard August making concerns about money (something about missing $25). He searched all over, making a bigger commotion than I'd prefer.

Eventually, I figured out how silly this all was, and got aware. It was a great relief to feel this again. My vision, incidentally, got much better. I got up immediately, and ran upstairs to the empty room. The window was open. Which, of course, means flying out. I soar towards a clear blue down. I pass through a forest, then arrive on an open grassfield. Had to rub my hands, as well as compacting myself to a seated position, to keep things stable on occasion.

Next, some tasks. The only one in mind was this month's bonus task. And so, I attempted to transform into a Mister Handy robot. But, no matter how much I concentrated, nothing happened. I scratched my head on the matter, when I saw a trio of similar robots waddling in a pond. Much like the aforementioned robots, these were bulbous chrome-plated legless automatons, though they had only one eyestalk (the center one) instead of three, two arms, and a wheel in place of jet thrusters. I landed near them to observe.

I then got the idea to possess one of the robots, which was surprisingly easy to do. I rolled out of the pond to get a better handle of this form. The arms weren't much different to handle than my own, just significantly scrawnier. I tried activating the lower arms, though only at this point did I realize this robot didn't possess them. Furthermore, I couldn't feel anything below the body. I could sort of feel pressure from the wheel below, but not too much. Didn't quite feel satisfied with this.

The dream collapsed shortly after.

Scrap Group 2
False awakening. Heard the cat meowing to be let out (which was actually happening in IRL). I get up to deal with it. I still felt quite woozy. Another FA. The cat was meowing at my face, though it sounded a lot different. I tried sneering at it to leave me alone, but I was too tired to move. Then I actually woke up.

At work in the restaurant. The place was wider than normal, and quite crowded. August was there. I mentioned we probably weren't getting much tip, despite the traffic. There was some sort of raffle going on.

Dream 2 - Handy Transformation

The visuals were slightly dim and blurred. I was seated at a small eatery. Joonathan and someone else was with me. We were soon given menus by a waitress, an older light-skinned woman with shoulder length auburn hair. The item choices didn't seem all that interesting.

I got up to wash my hands, but found that the bathroom had been boarded up. Turned out the only sink available was on an occupied table across from me. Was really awkward to get stared at by the family there as I cleaned my hands. I had a feeling this would be a serious health code violation, but I just shrugged this off.

Instead of returning to my table, I decided to take a better look around the place. To do so, I started floating around while seated. I turned the corner to a hallway cluttered with a mess of supplies. As I turned back, the waitress confronted me. She was annoyed that I was back there, doubly so because my flying was distracting the customers. I didn't really appreciate her snippy attitude, but no harm, as her words helped me figure out the dream.

I made my way to the exit. A bunch of people were crowding the door. I tried phasing through the glass walls, but couldn't. So, I had to wait half a minute before I could get the chance to squeeze through the door.

The street outside was an odd but appealing mixture of huge trees and large office buildings, of which almost entirely concealed an afternoon sky. Many kinds of folk were appreciating the view as much as I was. To the right was an especially vast stadium. Looking closer revealed steel frames stretching up to the sky. This made me assume it was a space station.

Thinking of space made me want to get there. I tried blasting off, but found it impossible to float higher than a few meters. As I did so, perspective skewed so that I appeared half of my natural size. It was alarming to see how much larger the passerby's were compared to me.

Unwilling to allow stubbornness compromise the dream, I just moved on to trying the bonus TOTM again. This time, I was able to morph into a Mister Handy without incident. My head, now replaced with an eyestalk, felt smaller, with the stock itself feeling like an especially long, narrow neck. My vision's scope widened a bit, but was otherwise the same. The "torso" was bulbous and rigid, impossible to turn or move on its own. Like in the previous attempt, I had two arms instead of the traditional Mister Handy's additional left and right eyestalks (can't imagine how disorienting that would be). These arms, which ended in claws, were a bit stiff, though they weren't very difficult to control. Below that were the thrusters, its turbines feeling as a faint vibration as I floated around. This time, I actually had three lower arms dangling below me. The left and right ones didn't feel all that different to use from my legs, if thin, uncomfortably spread apart, more flexible, and a bit numb. The center lower arm was... odd. It just felt so out of place. I could only move it with a lot of concentration. I sensed that with practice, it might eventually feel natural. Regardless, I felt completely disturbed about the whole thing. Furthermore, the pincers at the end of these lower arms were completely inaccessible to me.

I spent the next minute casually greeting passerby's, and with Mister Handy's voice, no less. Some dude leaned in very close to inspect me. To my surprise, I automatically responded to such, as if I were programmed to do so.

"Do not interrupt the performers while they're on stage.", I said with a snarky and demanding tone. Didn't really understand the context, but oh well.

The dream faded into a stain, and collapsed shortly after.

Media References:

Spoiler for Image of Mister Handy - Basic Model:

Spoiler for Image of an upgraded Mister Handy with five arms (two of which replace eyestalks:

I'm playing a shooter game, Valorant, and as usual with my video game dreams it's in first-person perspective but I am the character. I was using a pump shotgun, and crouching down and using my alternate fire mode made the shotgun fire a slug instead of its usual spread of pellets. I was waiting around the corner and I head the enemies walking by, so I waited until I saw them then fired. They were far enough away from me that I could use the slug effectively. I ended up getting 3 kills on them.

Jamie Dreams

I had two dreams where I was in an office or something and jamie was coming to see me...

another dream where she had lived with me for a week and then took off like she was missing. Me and some friends would run into her randomly around town.

Skyrim

A dream about being in skyrim with Captain Picard. He drank something which made copies of himself. There were like 30 of him and he said, "There's too many of me."

I hope for better Jamie dreams next week.

Also had a brief lucid somewhere but i totally forget it....

Mom, dad, sister, yush, and myself were at a hotel. it was discounted because of covid. we started exploring outside and there was snow eveywhere. I was scared of getting my shoes wet but my family didn't seem to care. Everyone wandered off and it was just my mom and I. We did not say anything but just smiled at each other. The sun was shinning down on us.

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i was in a nintendo switch zombie game. The only thing the CPUs said was "im dying over here" and they would then chase me around. The only weapons were a gun and plasma grenades. I blew up a bunch of cars with the plasma grenades. there were hoardes of zombies. We were at a run down hospital. On the roof I jumped off the building. On the way down I was laughing thinking, "now I really am dying over here"

I had a class at either 9:30 or 9:45 am, so I rushed out of the house. I was late and didn't make it until 10:30,
so I decided to skip for the day and head home. When I got back my Mom was sitting on the porch because she
got locked out of the house.

Dream 1:
I was on a month-long road trip with my brother, around the U.S. Every night, we would stop in a different town and get dinner. In one town, there was a giant party going on, and I saw some guy dancing on the outside edge of a banister on the second story of a strip club before he promptly fell off. Clearly he was drunk, because despite falling 15 feet to the ground, he got right back up and continued dancing.
A few nights later, we met up with our parents who were also on a trip. My Mom had decided to invite my ex-girlfriend to go with them. Very awkward, considering I had invited my girlfriend to meet me there. I forgot exactly what had happened, but I don't think there was a giant confrontation.
After me and my brother got home, I made a remark about "surviving for an entire month in the wilderness" and he said, "Yeah, except I bought us dinner almost every night."

Dream 2 - fragment:
In my backyard at my house, we have a new pool. It's huge, and takes up basically the entire yard. There's a hot tub too, however it's half of the total pool area, so it's extremely big for a hot tub.

Remember last week when i was ranting about how unhappy i was that i had a 13 reasons why dream? Well, season 4 just dropped on netflix and I had no idea. Precog? I of course binged watched it inone night on my days off. I made sure to have a coffee from mcdonald's in my hand. and i toasted andtook a sip everytime Jessica was on screen. haha.


Jamie dreams.

I had a dream of maybe kissing her? I don't know it was really fleeting.

Another dream we were in my house but we came from a crawl space in the ceiling and fell into a ball pit. Like we were kids having fun.

Last dream was I was standing by my old street where i live when i knew Jamie. But where the library should be was a highschool where jamie was attendting... I was waiting for her at the end of the street. That's all of that one.

Hypnagogic Images

A flash of Captain Picard in a black space giving me the middle finger? I wonder why. Also it's very odd that i considered him a mv role model while growing up and i recently noticed his character has the exact same initials of Jamie... if anyone wants to know a little bit of where i get my sense of right and wrong from. It was from watching him growing up on TNG.lol.

Flash of asuka feeding me some strange dream japanese food. I was wondering if she's still around...

Was on a vacation at a hotel. Mom was there. I knew she was going to die in a few months and so did she. She said that she was really glad that we got to spend this time together and that I was able to appreciate her.

I don't remember many details about hanging out with her but the memory has a positive tone.

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On a bus I sat between two girls. I was inches away from one of the girls faces and was extremely uncomfortable. She on the other hand did not seem bothered. It sounded like they were speaking a foreign language. At one point I said "sorry".

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I was at a baseball game from middle school in the outfield. There were about 20 outfielders and I ran out there to join them. The outfield stretched enlessly back and at some point evolved into the grass of a music festival. Someone said to me "I can't believe you took acid during the game". This shook me because I did not remember taking any acid. At that moment someone hit a fly ball to me. As the ball soared in the air and I reached my glove out, the sky started splitting and changing colors. The ball seemed to be coming from multiple angles simultaneously. I kept running and running until I ran into a huge crowd of people. There was music playing and it sounded distorted but pleasant. I found a fancy bathroom which had marble (and I should have called bullshit at this point cause their an't no marble bathrooms at a music festival) I tried to collect myself. I thought "your mom came out here to see you play baseball" That sobered me right up and I attempted to leave the festival and head back to the game.

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I never made it out of the festival though because the festival morphed into some weird bob sledding course made out of mud. At the top of a hill, someone was handing out sombreros to be used as a sled. I took mine and put my ass right over the top part of it. The run was really intense. Even though I was going down hill, people were racing past me in the opposite direction. I veered to the left to avoid a collision and then I cannot remember anymore.

Monday Night, 6/1/20

Finally broke my dry spell and got a lucid! Didn't last long but I'm happy for the change. I recalled a ton of dream plot from last night but I'll skip to right before the lucid section:

I was running down a deserted street in a suburban neighborhood, accompanied by a DC named "Chris", an in-dream boyfriend of a few months according to my dream memories. We'd just finished some schenanigans that ended with me shoving him behind a bush in front of his dwelling so he could finish getting dressed without the neighbors seeing him half naked. Don't ask Anyway we were laughing and running down the street and I started taking some leaps and jumps into the air as I ran because I was feeling quite happy and energized. I found that each jump carried me quite high, and I started to test just how high I could go. Soon I was floating up into the air. "Flying means dreaming." I muttered to myself because that sounded like a familiar phrase somehow. "Wait, I'm flying, so I'm dreaming!" I said. I glided along and spun around a bit.

"Woah, look what you can do!" Chris said from where he was running on the ground.

"You can do it too!" I told him, grabbing his hands and pulling him into the air. I let go and twirled him around in the air by making a circular motion with my hand. Right around then I heard my alarm start beeping. Chris and I stared at each other for a moment then the dream started to fade.

When I opened my eyes I had that heavy, difficult to move feeling that told me I could still go back into the dream if I wanted to, if it weren't for the fact that I had to get up to turn off the alarm. A little annoyed, I broke the connection to the dream by moving and went to turn it off. Tried laying down again but was too awake by then to get back to sleep.

Spoiler for Additional Notes:

Throughout the earlier dream I noticed a few strange things. Two or three times where items appeared as if by magic when I knew I didn't have them but looked for them anyway, my dream sign of a yet another toilet with no privacy that I could see from another room, and clocks multiplying from just one to three of them on a wall, all with conflicting and rapidly changing times. Then once I started flying that phrase "flying means dreaming" popped into my head the way a catchy commercial jingle might. It's a phrase I've repeated to myself in waking life many times, especially when going over old records for missed opportunities. A few moments after saying it to myself in the dream the actual meaning sunk in. I haven't done much with mantras in the past, but I think I'll be focusing on them more now that I've experienced the potential benefit first hand - and almost by accident!

Jamie dreams

Big contrast in Jamie dreams. In the first one all I remember is crying about Jamie, like she had just done something horrible to me in the dream. The next part I am talking to Data about it. He is being very stern with me, not sure about what, but he implies that I am doing something which is greatly pissing her off.. I have no idea what i could be doing that would piss her off. Maybe I do, but that implies (assuming she has some sort of uncontrollable psychic link to me.) she can sense vividly what I do in my day to day life even though we have not spoken in some years <--- I am having a very difficult time believing that at all. Since she doesn't talk to me personally, We have no real friendship or relationship, therefore She has no say in what i do or not do in my spare time. and I did message her a year ago asking about these dreams and if there was a connection. She has not written back so i have no confirmation of anything and believe well... nothing. I do however sense a change in certain desires in me, almost like a feeling like she has been praying for me?!?!?!? If so, please continue.

Next dream I run into her on a street and she is with a group of friends. This dream is 2 days later and she is all happy to see me like nothing bad had previously happened. This could be just me remembering how she really was sometimes...

Last is an audio only dream. she is talking into my ear and asking if we are to get married. Her tone is very loving. again. i still have no idea if these dreams are me going insane or if it is in fact her. Again my answer is: If I have to. And my answer also is: Not going to happen if she never actually talks to me.

Also had some annoying reminders of jamie. Mainly her birthday, these are not dreams. Years ago bad room mates stole basically everything I own ( including my entire set of anime DVD's "Maison Ikkoku." A series i watched years ago and said to myself If a woman can sit through this entire series with me and watch it I would marry her. So.. it's a rare series so i looked on ebay... and found that japan has released and all region blue ray, for a hefty amount. the delivery date was of course her birthday. I was almost tempted to buy it. But my budget has been horrible lately. Second reminder is: Season 13 of fortnite has been delayed yet again... Until her birthday: Damn you fortnite!!! I still play once a week, can barely stand it.

Crazy

I was in a highschool cafeteria, and I pulled out my mcdonald's coffee cards, ( i have currently around 30 free coffees.). And Jessica, from 13 reasons why was there and started flipping out at me. She thought me pulling out the cards was somehow racist. I was really confused. And really I've been watching star trek reruns and even dug into the TOS (60s hippies in space) for the first time. and this is what I dream about? come on!!!

also varioud flying dreams that don't make me lucid.