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    1. Training Psychological Fortitude With a Demon

      by , 02-12-2024 at 10:52 PM
      Disclaimer: This dream journal is about sleep paralysis/demon encounters. I want to clarify that sleep paralysis and intense nightmares like mine aren't normal, nothing about this is normal. I don't recommend that anyone attempt to do this. I've been dealing with SP and demon encounters for over 20 years. It's not something to take lightly or recommend, this is just my own very personal dream life that I'm sharing.

      I also want to point out that there's a lot of misinformation in the LD community about LDs causing sleep paralysis, despite how useful LDs are at combatting SP. lucid dreaming didn't cause my SP. Rather, lucidity is the way I've learned how to get out of SP/nightmares and this dream shows how.

      Anywho.

      As I fell asleep consciously, I felt a demon's claws sinking into my back. Its nails brought an uncanny electrical sensation through my spine, as if a poison was being injected into my spinal cord directly, shooting straight through my nervous system to the rest of my body. This caused waves of pain with occassionally intense spikes, growing more and more intense by the moment. It was dreadful.

      The demon was standing behind me (I normally sleep on my side). I don't know if I was paralyzed because I didn't try to move. My goal was to combat this mentally through calm meditation, not physical struggling.

      I already know how to break SP with physical movement, and that's not what I wanted to do here. This was a planned encounter. I invited a demon to induce SP.

      "This is fine. Keep going." I thought in my mind, wanting the demon to continue as I practiced my mental fortitude to combat the feeling, mentally wrestling with it and pushing it out of my mind. It was overwhelming, but I kept going.

      The demon cranked the pain up a tenfold. I started getting severe spikes of pain going through my nervous system every few seconds, increasing in frequency. I stayed calm and still didn't react despite the pain.

      I've been inviting this demon to come visit me in my sleep for a few weeks now. Why? Because I'm stagnating, I've exhausted my the resources of my personal dreamwork and I can't figure out how to push myself any other way... I need to grow, I have to keep going. My life is a mess right now and I'm desperate to become stronger so I can deal with it.

      The demon stopped after a while, since it wasn't breaking me. I felt its energy fade, and I too was fading into a dreamed version of my bedroom. The color of the walls, lighting, and layout of the house slowly changed in the emergence of the dreamscape. I was still technically my house, just an altered version of it.

      I felt an uneasy presence in the room and knew the demon was still standing somewhere nearbby watching me, invisible and waiting.

      I decided to walk out into the livingroom. This part I'm not going to share because it's too personal, but one of my insecurities manifested in the next dream scene of loved ones yelling at me, and it quickly snowballed. My calm demeanor slipped as I felt my mind spiral out of control from the insecurities. I was upset. In that moment of clouded thinking, I actually lost my lucidity.

      This was not normal. It's rare for me to lose lucidity when I'm upset. This went on for a few minutes before I regained my lucidity. Being upset normally triggers lucidity for me, so I got it back pretty quickly.

      I felt the demon laughing at me, though, and realized it did that on purpose. Impressive, I thought, but I was still freaked out. I realized that this demon had found one of my weakness. It couldn't get me with sleep paralysis and pain, so it had (successfully) targeted a psychological weakness instead.

      Challenge accepted.

      I quickly walked into another room, intending to change the dream scene to get myself out of that negative emotional state. If I could calm down, I could regain control and prevent the demon from weakening me any further.
      This was kind of thrilling, I have to admit. I like playing these mental games, and learning from my mistakes.

      I suddenly woke up for seemingly no reason, which is unusual for me. I typically always have a reason for waking up, whether because of an alarm, the natural end of a dream, a nightmare, or my own intention to awake... I don't just 'randomly' wake up from my dreams.

      So I sat up in bed, unaware that this was a false awakening, which is AGAIN unusual for me. I haven't fallen for an FA in a while, yet this time, I really thought I was awake.

      Now nonlucid dreaming, I walked back out into the livingroom and ANOTHER one of my insecurities manifested. Some of my personal embarrassing text messages were revealed to people I didn't want to share them with! Thinking it was really happening, I was mortified. But then I became lucid again (since negative emotions normally trigger lucidity for me) and was incredibly relieved that this embarrassing moment wasn't actually happening.

      The demon was laughing at me pretty hard though. I knew it had tricked me into having an FA and being nonlucid.
      I suddenly woke up again. The demon was trying it's trick a second time.
      "No. Not this time~" I told myself, laughing maniacally.
      Fooled me once, shame on me...

      I was kind of unsure though, so I did a reality check and it failed. My hands were solid.
      Whatever. I don't trust reality checks anyway, so I wasn't nonlucid just yet.
      I tried to use dream control next, going to fly upwards towards the wall. Normally my dream control works, but this failed too.

      "Huh... " I thought, starting to believe I might actually be awake...
      Reality checks and dream control can fail, though, I thought, so I still wasn't fully sold on this being waking reality. I was really thinking hard on this one.
      Could still be a dream.
      I was determined to not be tricked again and I was pretty sure that my uncertainty meant this was for sure a dream.
      What a puzzle.
      I normally ALWAYS know when I'm dreaming, so this was... really weird.
      The weirdness of it alone made me even more suspicious.

      I proceeded to have several more false awakenings, over and over again. Sometimes I knew it was a dream, and other times I wasn't sure, but I felt like the demon was flipping a light switch back and fourth repeatedly trying to break my lucidity.

      "Mother-" I cursed and laughed.

      Normally I'd be fine continuing this game, it was fun, but I knew I had to get up early in the morning and didn't want my sleep quality to be obliterated tonight (lucidity doesn't affect my sleep quality, but nightmares like this can when they go on for too long).

      So I decided I was going to end this by waking myself up.

      First, I found an alter for the demon in the dreamscape (which had offerings on it). "Thank you, that was impressive. No hard feelings~" I said to the demon as I destroyed the alter, shoving the whole thing off the table and breaking the artifacts.

      Then I woke myself up (for real). I checked the physical reality clock and realized... That whole thing only lasted an hour?!

      It felt like 4+ hours had gone by, so I was shocked. This is also unusual of for me, since I've specifically trained myself to not experience time dilation (I don't like when my time perception in dreams doesn't match waking reality).

      I reached for the protective pendant I keep on my desk (which keeps demons away, but I had intentionally taken it off before bed as an invitation). It was shoved under my photography lightbox for some reason, kind of wedged under there (not where I put it, but ok). I was going to put it on when I realized the chain was torn off.

      This was in waking reality. I searched high and low for the necklace chain. I found the chain on the floor and put my pendant on, did some other protection stuff in the room, and went back to sleep.
      Had normal dreams for the rest of the night.

      Final note: this dream happened the night before last.

      Updated 02-12-2024 at 11:19 PM by 99032

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , nightmare , false awakening , memorable
    2. Night of Tuesday 1/23/24

      by , 01-24-2024 at 07:39 PM (Dreamlog)
      Observation:
      I get the sense that there are aliens who have the ability to shape perception such that they do not alert humankind.
      I false-awaken on the couch and my girlfriend is observing me strangely, and I suspect that she is actually one of these aliens.
      This scares me greatly. I wake up for real (still on the couch) and she is looking at me the same way.
    3. Night of Monday 1/22/24

      by , 01-24-2024 at 07:35 PM (Dreamlog)
      User Error:
      I'm getting ready for work and my smartphone's alarm is going off.
      I turn it off, but it doesn't stop making sound. I get very frustrated.
      My girlfriend tells me it must be user error.
      The phone is a Samsung Galaxy, which isn't the one I have in waking life.


      Fragment:
      Something about Spongebob Squarepants.
    4. Night of Friday 1/19/24 (Comp Night 14: Final, WBTB DILD)

      by , 01-20-2024 at 06:07 PM (Dreamlog)
      Party Memories:
      I'm at a wedding party, but I don't know whose it is.
      The party is being held at an outdoor venue, and it looks like a mixture of IM's (from the Tots) and MM's (from highschool) backyards.
      It's night-time, and there is a hot tub on my right. I see BY from highschool in a full suit, and wonder if he got the memo that this was supposed to be casual.
      There is a sliding door on the left, and it goes into the sitting room from my previous home.
      I set up an area there, sort of "my spot" where I can feel less socially awkward, and gather up the people I know at the party.
      ...
      I'm in a local bar called Cornish Pasty. I'm sitting at the bar with MW from highschool.
      We're sitting where I sat a few months back with JV in waking life.
      He's there because I am getting married soon.
      MW tells me that there might be something in the mail for me, implying he's bought one of the wedding registry items.
      I'm feeling awkward, looking for a conversation topic, when I remember that I was at his wedding party recently.
      I bring it up, and he remarks how drunk everybody was, and how we are all singing.
      I tell him I remember that, but I don't.


      Stuck:
      I'm waking up in my bed, and I remember that I had just returned to sleep from my 6hr/20m WBTB.
      I do a nose reality check and I can breathe.
      I'm dreaming.
      I'm in bed, but I can't move. I try to blink-teleport, imagining that if I can just change the dream scene I'll regain my movement naturally.
      So, I close my eyes and imagine a vast blue ocean.
      I open my eyes.
      Nothing changes, still stuck.
      The dream fades and I wake briefly.


      Loki and Oreo:
      I false awake into my bed again, knowing to reality check.
      I'm lucid again, but still can't move.
      This time I try something else. I imagine my old Doberman Loki (rest is peace, he was the best boy).
      The idea is that he will jostle the bed enough to kick my body into gear.
      I call for him "Loki! Are you here?" and he comes bounding into the bedroom and jumps into the bed.
      He, of course, lays down next to me because he always was a big lazy boy.
      He looks up at me, inquisitive as ever with his dopey eyes and large snoot. He looks so real. I laugh, and wonder if my girlfriend can hear me laughing in waking life (I asked later, she could not).
      My plan worked, when Loki jumped on me, that was enough to give me my movement back.
      I looked back down, and now Loki had changed into a different childhood pet.
      My longhair black and white cat, Oreo (also rest in peace, she was top-gangsta thug).
      I get out of bed and say "C'mon! Let's go!" and Oreo gracefully leaps off the bed to follow me.
      I see her characteristic "gangsta-prowl" as she moves and marvel at how well my brain is recreating my old pets.
      Finally I leave the bedroom and realize that I should stabilize the dream soon, worried that it might fade.
      The dream is a near-perfect recreation of my house, but it has blue hue to it.
      Otherwise, the best way I can describe it is "thin". I think to myself, maybe I am low on REM sleep.
      I start to narrate what I am doing as I do it "I'm walking in my hallway, I'm stabilizing the dream, I'm touching the walls..."
      It occurs to me that I need to spend less time in my own head, or the dream is going to fade.
      I make a concerted effort to engage with the environment, and not internalize too much.
      As is tradition at this point, I lick the wall to help stabilize. It tastes like wall.
      All this seems to help a bit, but I believe that I was simply low on REM, so the dream was going to be unstable no matter what.
      Then I remember that it was the last night of competition, and I had defined some goals.
      I recall my first goal of the three-step is to "summon" and then "ask for advice" so I go to summon Jordan Peterson.
      But wait, I changed my mind earlier on the plan. I struggle to remember, but then I do.
      During my WBTB 20 minutes, I decided instead that I would summon Daniel Love, because he would be able to assist me with a teleport.
      I start to imagine Daniel Love in my house. I call out to him "Daniel! Are you here? Daniel?"
      For a moment, no response.
      But then a head pops out from behind a door down the hallway on the right, where the bathroom is.
      "Yeah yeah I'm here!" he says, a bit flustered.
      But, before I can ask him for advice on teleporting, the dream fades out.

      Updated 01-25-2024 at 03:55 PM by 99808

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    5. Sleep Paralysis Subway Train

      by , 01-11-2024 at 04:55 PM
      This dream was from 3 nights ago.

      I boarded a subway with sectioned rooms big enough for one or two people. Each room was empty with just a handrail.

      I stood inside, waited for the doors to close, and felt the train move. Stood there for what felt like a few minutes, thinking it was a bit odd that my dream wasnít changing. I can normally sense the motion of my dreams and things change around me.

      Something felt off.

      Then I felt something wash over my spine (the sensation I get with SP). I noticed a presence in the room and looked up. There was something nonhuman hanging on the handrail above me. I didnít want to see it, so I blocked it from my mind with a blur effect as soon as I realized it was there.

      itís been a while since Iíve been scared like this, normally these don't get under my skin. I attempted to wake myself up, but did an FA into a room that looked nothing like my bedroom. I recognized it as a dream, but played along with it until I started feeling the sensation again of SP again and saw the creature coming back for more.

      Woke myself up for real that time.

      I kept accidentally DEILDing back in several times after that, though, and having waking hallucinations.

      So eventually, I got up and walked around to wake myself up enough to stop the DEILDs.

      Iím so glad this isnít common for me any more. I used to go into SP multiple times per week and the experiences were a lot worse (this wasn't too bad). Once it would start, I would get stuck in endless DEILD chains.

      The dream control skills Iíve picked up from this community make a world of difference. I didnít lose sleep or experience any panic like I used to. Pretty great improvement.
    6. Night of Tuesday 1/9/24 (Winter Comp Night 4)

      by , 01-10-2024 at 04:18 PM (Dreamlog)
      Coffee Splash:

      I'm in a long square-like room, sort of like a trailer.
      My Grandpa R has just died, and his casket is on display.
      I keep thinking that the body is going to stand up.
      Highly emotional feelings. My Dad is there with me.
      We're tasked to set the casket aflame in some ritual and we are hesitating to do it.
      Later in this process the casket goes down a serpentine system of pipes into fluid.
      ...
      Later I am in a huge banquet hall-like building, with a theater attached.
      I'm walking over to a concessions stand. I find a couple of fruits with barcode stickers and try to scan them.
      A woman nearby says that this cannot be bought, even though the scan goes through.
      ...
      I've come home to my current garage. There is a small circular folding table setup.
      My laptop is setup there, and my brother has an identical one setup for him next to it.
      My sister is with us as well.
      I'm having an argument with my brother. He thinks I'm being too easy-going, and not allowing our sister to mourn.
      This makes me angry, because I want to deal with grief my own way.
      I notice a cold mug of coffee on the table, and I splash it in his face.
      Trying to remove myself from the situation, I start to pick-up and leave.
      My brother grabs my laptop's power cord, preventing me from going.
      I wake up angry.


      Shooting for the Girl:

      I'm on a roadtrip with my girlfriend, her mom, and a young guy.
      The guy is a friend of my girlfriend's mom, and I suspect that she is positioning him as my replacement.
      I'm checking out at the counter, buying some snacks. I pay for the guy's food, trying to be cordial.
      He seems to appreciate it, not outwardly trying to steal my girlfriend. He is friendly.
      We leave and head outside. We are driving a large semi-truck.
      A middle-eastern looking man follows us outside and seems angry.
      He points out that I'm carrying wrappers, and going to make a mess in the car.
      I notice a dumpster nearby and try to basketball-shoot the crumpled wrappers into it.
      My shot is miserable. Embarrassed, I pick-up the clump and place it in the dumpster.
      I'm worried that bad shot just affected my chances against the guy.


      Game Night:

      I'm playing a Yu-Gi-Oh inspired card game with my girlfriend.
      Taking just a couple turns, I've already cleared her side of cards and attacking her life points.
      The values on the cards are in the single digits.
      ...
      Later I'm playing a mid-generation Pokemon game.
      Looks like it might have been DS or 3DS era, with animated 2D sprites.
      I'm controlling a Magneton, except it is made from four Magnemites instead of the usual three.
      I use an attack called Tetraelectro Blast or something similar.
      The animation has four distinct stages with accompanying sound.
      Basically, it looks accurate to the games.
      ...
      I'm in a Yu-Gi-Oh duel with someone in a large empty warehouse.
      The atmosphere is dark and foreboding.
      We have fully 3D virtual monsters, like in the show.
      My opponent has summoned the Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon.
      But it is multiplying. Four heads. Five heads. Six heads...
      It's the Blue-Eyes Ultimate Hydra now.
      The entire warehouse is filled with the oppressively huge heads and necks of the monster.
      This monster gets so comically large that I'm nearly trapped by the slithering necks moving around me.
      I see a light on my left side. I duck by one of the snaking necks and escape.



      The Blue-Eyes Ultimate Hydra. Made with Bing Image Creator AI.

      False Awakening:

      I wake up and start telling my girlfriend about the Blue-Eyes Ultimate Hydra.
      She has put a couple Monster Energy drinks on the foot of the bed for me.
      My room is perfectly rendered, down to the real-life detail that my girlfriend is up early for an important work meeting.
      I go over to the bathroom and look in the mirror.
      I see that my eyes are large and white, with the pupils faded like a blind person's.
      I start to freak out and wonder what is wrong!
      The eyes correct themselves after I blink a few times.
    7. The Trials and Tribulations of Trucker Life

      by , 12-14-2023 at 06:17 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      It starts out in an apartment, presumably around the Arden-north highlands area by the look of it. I was with a various group of people when a bullet crashes through the window. Me and everyone else get down in an attempt to save ourselves as we figure out the hitman's target. Turns out it's this woman who was with us. The shooter enters the apartment and I ask why he's doing this. He says it's because she won't reply to him on tumblr, which seems to activate a pity response in everyone, so we hug him and tell him everything is okay.

      After that situation settles, I, who for some reason am some heavy set white middle aged trucker dude in this dream, not unlike muscle man's dad from regular show, exit the apartment, climb down the stairs, and realize that in the space between buildings a couple of guy fawkes mask wearing killers are approaching me. Being aware of the dream at this point, I attempt to fly away to the bus stop I was intending to catch, and then I wake up, however I can't completely do so. I lose visual of the dream, but the audio is clear as ever, as well as the sensation of a blond kid pestering me about my wings and how his brother has the same ones.

      In the faux waking world, I am in the room of my childhood home at night, dodging various vague figures in the shadows whose existence is merely implied. I try various things, including screaming, singing "bring me to life" by evanescence, which comes out as pathetic whimpering, and hobbling over to the light switch whenever my attempts very briefly succeed enough for me to be semi-conscious. My entire body felt numb but I realized I had leverage whenever I scratched the back of my thigh relatively deeply. In the dream I was in front of a post as I was singing bring me to life while scratching myself, and eventually it works and I finally do wake up. Turns out I was literally just being restrained by my fiance, who was nearly sleeping ON me.
    8. sleep thing and gravity garden

      by , 12-12-2023 at 08:25 PM
      [COLOR="#008000"]I suddenly became aware I had no body and was in a black void. I recognized it as a state of sleep so I decided to wake up.[/COLOR] I was under a bed. I crawled out and decided I needed to stop sleeping under beds, because they were slightly uncomfortable to crawl out of.

      I was climbing on a plant which was just big enough to support my weight. There was one small twig poking out of the branch I was standing on, so I decided to turn it. I felt my weight start to pull me up so I pulled a leaf off a nearby tree and watched as it fell into the sky. I turned the twig back into its normal position and gravity went back to normal. Some other person was with me, we jumped to the ground. there was a woman under the nearby tree who was closely watching an ant hill. I jumped up on the fence in front of her, narrowly avoiding a green spider, so she blew a whistle at me a few times, and the person who was with me told me to run. I jumped off the fence and ran few feet up the path. I was then distracted my a pale pink lizard frog thing. I grabbed my bug net out of hammerspace and caught it. The person started saying something to me.

      Updated 01-31-2024 at 05:13 AM by 100014

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening
    9. Night of Wednesday 11/29/23 & Morning of Thursday 11/30/23 (DILD)

      by , 12-01-2023 at 04:09 AM (Dreamlog)
      Working Recovery:

      I'm at work, outside, on the garden path between buildings.
      NH from high-school marching band is there.
      He has some kind of injury to one arm and to one leg.
      The injuries, are exceptionally gory, like stumps where the hand and foot should be.
      NH seems like he is in a good mood regardless.
      ...
      I'm on the production floor, but the office cube area is reversed from left/right and under construction.
      There is a tarp that goes over all the cubes, indicating that they are inaccessible.
      ...
      Later I'm with NH at a back-area of the production floor.
      His injuries seem to be lesser now, with just bruised limbs where the stumps once were.


      WBTB:
      I woke up after about 7.5 hours of sleep (11PM to 630AM) and then stayed up for about 45 minutes before going to sleep on the couch for a morning nap.

      False Awakening:

      I'm at home and taking out the trash. I notice that there are a few more trash/recycle cans than there should be. About 4 or 5 against the expected 2.
      I do a nose-RC and become lucid. I recall the 'pre-flight check' from Daniel Love's book, so I decide to attempt that.
      I say outloud "this is a dream, nothing is real, nothing can hurt me."
      I look around the yard, trying to interact and stabilize the dream.
      But this only lasts a few seconds or so, and the world fades.

      I vaguely recall trying to fit my hands into some kind of gardening pot by the front door or side of the house.
      ...
      I 'wake up' on the couch, and my family is there. Dad, sister, brother, and my friend DR.
      We are taking turns playing a VR game, where the perspective of the person playing the game shows on the TV.
      ...
      Later I'm in a different room, with pillars on four sides and 'open concept' entry ways.
      I'm struggling with some straps on the VR setup for my arms.
      There were also two different sizes for the VR goggles, and a smaller one fits me better.


      Recorded at 940AM.

      Updated 12-02-2023 at 12:39 AM by 99808

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    10. Night of Friday 11/17/23 (DILD)

      by , 11-25-2023 at 07:00 PM (Dreamlog)
      The Bulldog:

      I'm sitting on a patio chair looking out to a sunrise. I'm high up, a few stories above the ground.
      The patio is made of large wood pieces, similar in style to Frontier Land from Disneyland. Within the lore of the dream, we had just built it (my Dad, sister, and I).
      I looked at my left hand and noticed that it had three fingers, and I looked at my right. It had four.

      I become lucid. The very next thought is that I want to learn more about my dreamworld, to serve me better later.
      So I decide to keep looking at my hands. They keep changing in finger count wildly, not fast or as if morphing, more like my brain kept trying to convince me that they had 'always been' said count.
      It was more like my perception was in flux than the actual visuals. Tough to describe.
      This activity doubles down on the fact that I truly am dreaming.

      I decide to get up and look around. I see a man down below in a pool, he's singing on a platform in the middle.
      Also, across the way there is another man singing. I listen to them for a while, but I can't recall the tune now.
      I noticed a bulldog down by my heel. I feel a massively comforting presence. I don't recognize this dog but I feel the comfort anyway.
      He is wearing some sort of skin(or should I say fur) tight dog-shirt.
      I remember that I should be stabilizing the dream, so I run my hands across the wood railing a bit.
      I notice that the patio is missing some pieces, and get concerned about the stability of the structure.
      I decide to go the the side of the house, and once I turn the corner, it represents the side of the house I'm living in now.

      The bull-dog is sitting in front of the gate that leads to the front yard. I go up to him and start to pet him.
      "Are you a bulldog?" I ask.
      "Yes, I am!" the bulldog replied with a British accent.
      "Can you tell more more about you so that I can find you in my world?" I ask.
      "Ohhh you shouldn't do that...because I have...my issue." the bulldog replies ominously.
      I notice he is drooling a bit.
      "Well, what is the issue?"
      "I....tend to wet the bed." the bulldog admits with some shame in his voice.
      I start to comfort the bulldog, but then I begin to lose lucidity.
      Instead, I start telling the bulldog a story of a recurring dream. It's about not making finals for marching band back in high-school.
      I try to recall the name of the girl who was our drum major who broke the news, but I can't remember her name (just her face).
      This isn't actually a recurring dream.
      An Asian girl appears behind him as if in response to the story, but she doesn't resemble anybody from it.
      At this point I seem to get my bearings, and I start to narrate what has happened up to now, to the bulldog.

      "So I've spent a lot of time in this dream letting things flow on their own, observing, doing RCs, keeping it low-key. Do you think it is OK if I try some dream control now?" I ask the bulldog.
      "Yes, that seems reasonable." the bulldog replies matter of factly.
      I walk forward and open the gate leading to the front yard.
      It's night-time over here.
      I remember that I want to try the teleport-sprint from another dream, so I position myself on the street with plenty of runway space in front of me.
      But there is a festival happening on the street. Lots of people. This prevents me from having space.
      I get the impression that the dream characters are not fans of what I am about to try, slightly hostile.
      They don't stop me when I went to find a new position, but one guy did bump me as I passed.
      I don't visualize a particular place. I break out into a sprint with the night-road in front of me and close my eyes.
      I feel my body shake, similar to the first time having a WILD transition. Feels like going through a wormhole.
      When I open my eyes, I see blackness. I assume I have woken up.

      ...
      I'm back on the patio with the sunrise, but this time I think I am awake.
      "Wow! What a cool lucid dream, I'd better go record it before I forget!" I think to myself.
      I enter the house through a doorwall and go to a computer.
      This home does not resemble one I have lived in.
      The computer has three or four monitors all setup, and looks super cool.
      Dream-me has a program setup that will record my dreams as audio, and then auto-tune them.
      So I narrate the previous dream as it happened in its entirety.
      I mess up the recording so I have to start and stop a few times.
      As I recorded it, the computer generated an animated movie, with the audio, as a musical.
      The graphics resembled Final Fantasy VII: Remake's.
      I'm invested in making the video good.
      ...
      I'm back in my actual bed. My girlfriend is by me, and so is a dog. It may have been a german-shepherd.
      Strangely, my sister is at the foot of the bed.
      We're awake because we are concerned that there is an intruder in the house.
      I felt safe, because the dog would be able to alert us if there was a problem.
      My girlfriend tells me I should give my sister the larger pillow, and I tell her that she is already asleep so there is no point.
      I reflect that the dog with us is not giving me an allergic reaction, so maybe I can have a dog after all.
      ...
      I'm back at my childhood home, and I'm talking about the intruder with my Dad.
      I look at the thermostat, and it reads '60 degrees'. I think it is low, but my Dad tells me that this is how it has to be.
      I look over to the living room and see my Mom playing a video game. She's losing so she calls me over to help and I do.

      Updated 11-27-2023 at 12:48 AM by 99808

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening
    11. Possessive Thoughts DILD

      by , 11-12-2023 at 04:46 AM (Inner World حلم Gamma Waves)
      I was waking up from a dream and found myself in my bed. I tried to move but was struggling to. My body began to feel sharp pains and cramps all over. My breathing begins to become shallow and increasingly more difficult with each few seconds that went by. I immediately realize something was wrong as I tried to yell out in pain. I was unsuccessful in managing to open my mouth as the pain seep all around my body.

      I began to think to myself what is happening? That's when something threw me out of my bed and to the floor. I was now at a distance to my bed. I now knew for sure I was in a dream but still had no control of any of my movements. I was then lifted up in the air and smack against the wall. That happened a few more times before I lost lucidity and woke up.
    12. Comp Nights 9 to 14 - Short and Nonsensical Dreams

      by , 09-16-2023 at 08:54 PM (MeiSEKAI)
      I actually meant to publish this yesterday but couldn't finish I hate school.

      Night 9

      Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
      An anime boy and I were steering clear of a grizzly bear. At some point my dad rolled down a hill with a cat and they landed directly in its warm embrace.

      Eventually the anime boy turned into Z, and he fell and got a scratch on his foot. Nile sniffed it and I pushed him aside, intending to put blood in the wound (literally), but Z put on his shoes before I could. Then he said something unclear, and I told him, "You should communicate better."

      He started getting emotional about some (false) time I didn't tell him about a cliff edge. My mom sided with him but I laughed in their faces. She was so distressed about my bad attitude she got up, backed me into a corner, and slapped the "camera" while screaming.
      It woke me up. Unknown time WBTB.


      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      Plot1: I was reading a book in the hallway between my room and my dad's when some random guy came up the stairs. He must have opened a door because I asked him to close it, but he left without saying a word. My dad came out of his room and closed it, then brought it to my attention that S was spamming me. Something about a dolphin show and slippers.

      The book I was reading looked like a CD App [I remember the book but idk what I meant]. I had read it before and knew the whole story. The main character was on a quest to obtain some sentimental candy... and at some point a creepy old guy got involved.

      Plot2: A bunch of anthropomorphic animals were illegally climbing a building. They got caught and scattered, a young koala hiding inside a sewer drain. He felt depressed about the whole thing, and when his brother found him and sighed, he fled deeper into the sewer in shame.

      At the bottom was a splatter of blood, and in the corner of his eye he saw a creepy girl standing above him. Quickly he ran back up and told his brother. A floating, pale face came around the corner and they ran out of the sewer, grabbing a bottle of face lotion and a slipper on their way out.

      The brother suggested they speak gently to it, and while they did so they shoved its severed foot in the slipper and poured all the lotion on it. By then the face had disappeared.



      Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      I fixed a graphic design.


      Night 10

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Dream about musicÖ I was good? Played a "comboÖ" When I woke up at 4:07 my mom was in the room and Z was leaving for his club. WBTB.


      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      I was swimming in a pool by myself, repeatedly sinking to the bottom and considering drowning myself. The water looked only slightly off, and everything was vivid.

      At some point Z came in and we messed around, but he took it too far so I left. He followed me out and I said, "You might not remember this, but I came here to be alone, _not_ with you." There may have been a background track screaming "OHHHH" but I'm not sure.

      We went into the bathroom and his thermos spilled all over the floor. My body looked disturbingly different, but I didn't know how to react so I said nothing.
      6:05 WBTB.


      Night 11

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      J&L and I were playing guitar. There was something about a "small Am chord" in "real life" vs "earlier"? 4:00 WBTB.


      Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Person played guitar. Was considered an amateur "because of graduation," but was actually good. Played "G2" chord.

      Frag2: Took up a huge portion of the dream. J and her mom and I were going out somewhere.



      Night 12

      Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
      Interesting setting, a museum of some sort. Felt underrepresented by (illegible) and then not. J and I passed the food court, and I really wanted milkshakes but we were already in the checkout line.

      Somehow I ended up in my school, and the person in front of me was wearing a hoodie with pictures of famous rappers carrying bunnies. Some snuggled up to them, some placed them on their heads, some held them by the scruffs of their necks with a disgusted expression. It depended on their personality.

      Later A.M. was questioning me, calling me "funky" while I skipped. I stopped and said, "That's galloping! Are you a horse, A.M.?" as a joke and she and K and I laughed. Then S and I ended up in the "woods rainbow" somehow.
      4:20 WBTB.


      Dream #2 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      People dancing. Someone said, "There's no way that silly little figure is Willy Wonka!"


      Night 13

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Guy pretending to (illegible) with Ms. B. I "acorded" her in the valleys.


      Dream #2 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Flashes. "Sis Dore." Middle school. Mr. N. Something about bears as a nickname.


      Dream #3 (Lucid):
      Boy reassured people that "they were not split," in response to a girl's question. Later watching some weird BL anime about guys training to be actors/mages. At the end Ash Ketchum flew in on a broom, and Ginga from Beyblade was involved somehow.

      Random false awakening. I started writing down the earlier part of the dream, when I heard my mom say my name. I assumed it was a hypnopompic hallucination, but for some reason I felt unsettled.

      I sat up, the motion feeling unusually floaty and robotic, and looked out at the rest of my room. It seemed off somehow, and there were two dark orbs hovering in the air, small enough to mistake for a trick of the eye.
      I thought, Wait a minute, could this be a dream?, did a nose-plug RC to make sure, and it worked effortlessly!

      Maybe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I sensed that I didn't have much time. I flew down from my bed, in this weird, conveyor-belt style of flying. It was hard to maneuver myself in the window's direction, and I nearly flew through the wall out of impatience, but eventually I managed to orient myself and phase through the window.

      What's next? What's next? Controlling a DC? I looked around for one, but couldn't see very well.
      Then I woke up.

      It felt short and uneventful, but at least I gained a decent amount of points for the competition


      Night 14

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      There was a club for silent people, and another for another type of people, which were the main focus, but I can't remember what it was.


      Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: "Clueless girls" were watching a romance show. In response to one line they squealed, "Oh, that was so good!" Another girl agreed but was a bit disappointed, since she was rooting for the GL couple.

      Frag2: In a bookstore like Barnes & Noble, looking for the Owari no Seraph light novels.




      Points:
      Night 9:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Added: 4.5 points
      Previous sum: 90.5 points
      Sum: 95 points


      Night 10:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Added: 3.5 points
      Previous sum: 95 points
      Sum: 98.5 points


      Night 11:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 points
      Added: 3.5 points
      Previous sum: 98.5 points
      Sum: 102 points


      Night 12:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Added: 3.5 points
      Previous sum: 102 points
      Sum: 105.5 points


      Night 13:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x2) - 1 point
      DILD - 10 points
      Reality Check - 1 point
      Fly - 5 points
      Fully Phase through Big Solid Object + Second Chosen Task - 20 points
      Added: 39 points
      Previous sum: 105.5 points
      Sum: 144.5


      Night 14:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Library Theme (a bookstore counts right?) - 5 points
      Sum: 8.5 points
      Previous sum: 144.5 points

      Comp total: 153 points

      That's all, folks!
    13. Night of Wednesday 9/13/23

      by , 09-14-2023 at 08:59 PM (Dreamlog)
      Based on this and the last WBTB attempt, it seems like 6hr/10m might not be the optimal WBTB configuration for me. I think I'll stick to it for experiment #4 to finish out the original plan though.

      Went to bed at 11:30PM.

      Pre-WBTB

      Fragment
      I'm at the Darkmoon Faire from World of Warcraft.
      I'm playing as a Night Elf. I'm bragging to the other players around me about something.

      Recorded at 5:30AM. Near the end of sleep cycle 3.

      Scorpion Trap
      I'm at some sort of manor, and I'm together with my ex-girlfriend H.
      I find it strange that we are together again, but not enough to make me question it further.
      We are standing in the front yard and it resembles the side-entrance from highschool (P) but with concrete steps going up.
      There is a man up a story telling us about a device.
      The device is a way to capture or deal with scorpions.
      I remember looking back at H and thinking she looked kinda hot with her short blue dress on.

      Recorded at 5:30AM. Near the end of sleep cycle 3.

      WBTB
      Woke up 6 hours after going to bed as planned. Felt very well rested. Almost decided to just stay awake. But I want those points. So I took the Galantamine 8mg to stay consistent with my experiment parameters and reviewed my go-forward for the lucid. After 10 minutes I went back to bed.

      Post-WBTB

      False Awakening
      I wake up in my bed and do a nose-plug RC out of habit.
      I'm lucid now. I try to move my hands forward to do a hands RC, but they feel very heavy.
      I struggle against this weight, but I can't overcome it.

      Recorded at 7AM. Early in sleep cycle 5.

      Updated 09-14-2023 at 09:32 PM by 99808

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening
    14. Night of Saturday 9/9/23 (Comp Night 9)

      by , 09-10-2023 at 07:18 PM (Dreamlog)
      Pre-WBTB

      Fragment
      I can faintly remember something Dragonball Z related.

      WBTB
      I'm very tired but force myself out of bed. I spend the 10 minutes similar to how I did last night: going over my plans, and reviewing the advice friends on DV gave me regarding teleporting and visualization.
      I lay down and spend a long while trying to get to sleep. It's possible that 10 minutes WBTB wake-time is too long for me (twice in a row now I've struggled to sleep). More data will tell on that.

      Post-WBTB

      False Awakening and Fade
      I wake up in my bed and remember to do a nose-plug RC, and I can breathe. It takes a couple seconds to realize but...
      I'm dreaming!
      I get out of bed and make my way to the hallway, thinking about how best to start stabilizing.
      I rub my hands together, and also my barefeet on the ground.
      But, unfortunately, before I know it, the dream has faded.
      I don't recall recovering from this.


      Tree Arena Fragment
      I vaguely remember a big circular arena.
      It may have been inside a large tree trunk. Maybe non-lucid me made it to the EFFô after all

      I can also recall some pirate ships circling the area. The main combat section was raised and the lower section was filled with water.

      Updated 09-11-2023 at 04:22 AM by 99808

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    15. Comp Nights 3 to 8 - Apocalyptic Worlds and Stress

      by , 09-10-2023 at 04:05 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      Finally got time to type this up. Great news, a couple days ago I was telling my friend S how to have a lucid dream, and that very night they had their first one! I feel so accomplished

      Night 3

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Taking something similar to IB tests, but all of them combined.

      Frag2: Screenshotting A's (illegible) vdeo a bunch of times. Laughing really hard.

      Woke at 3:10 and WBTB.


      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      Incredibly stressful dream. I was doing the SAT again, but it was online at home and I couldn't log in. I was very distressed over this for some reason, screaming and crying and hitting myself, but no one cared. In fact, my parental units scornfully dismissed and perhaps even blamed me.

      I continued crying until 8:00 pm when time was up. The distribution of my time spent on each section popped up on the screen, even though I had been stuck on the sign-in screen the whole time. I screamed that my parents didn't care about or understand me and my mom was like, "Oh, you think you have misunderstood problems? Do you wanna hear my problems?"

      I said yes and she grabbed Nile's ear and stabbed her fingernail into it [I actually saw a mark there IWL the day before]. I shouted in shock, grabbing her wrist to stop her.

      Later I posted online about my "panda" in Japanese and someone was confused; I explained that Nile vaguely resembled a panda.
      4:20 WBTB.


      Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
      I was telling people about my SAT dream, in an apocalyptic world with J and some random guy and eventually my ex. The random guy kept messing with my Chromebook, saying it was "cruel" of me not to charge it for him. He was annoying but manageable, so we didn't get rid of him. At some point we went out to find something and left a note so he wouldn't freak out.

      Later texted a Japanese friend on LINE, who said he would show me his "last place" in volleyball.
      7:35 WBTB.


      Dream #4 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Post-apocalyptic world where I was worried about my dreams. Grades were involved somehow. Talking about someone's mom and the difference between two things.

      Frag2: Got an ad claiming Wattpad caused hair growth, tiredness, blurry eyes, poor posture, et cetera. Drugs "more prone to coffee-vomit," according to Wiki. Searched something up on YouTube.
      This dream was so unhinged. 8:10 WBTB.


      Night 4

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Someone hated bubbles, tried to be eco-friendly by discovering them online(?), but got mocked instead. Pre-K teacher with 76 students tried to defend them, and the one doing the mocking said "Scary." (She was kind of a Karen).

      Frag2: I was sifting through worn-out books from my dad's generation to find the meaning of life.
      4:00 WBTB.


      Dream #2 (Fragment):
      Person was trying to share their interests but kept getting shut down. 5:00 WBTB.


      Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
      Dramatic story about a kid who was separated from his mom at a very young age and never grew taller. He made friends on a snowy mountain by grabbing their sled and hopping on. Later he found out his mom was alive (I, as the NEO, was unimpressed with this development). They exchanged souls for a short time; hers resided in a horse tail, and his in a candle.

      A day passed and I became him. I'd grown taller, but she couldn't even tell! Z also invited me to play Minecraft to grind for something, as it was the last day of an event.
      5:30 WBTB.

      After that I kept drifting off and waking up again every 10 minutes. Had multiple dreams about alarms (there were none) and false awakenings. In one of them Z forced N to get up and come downstairs with him, but when I woke up N was in bed and Z wasn't even home. It was incredibly realistic, so I was surprised. Had to get up for school at 6:15.


      Night 5

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Featured a celebrity named Awami, whom people were absolutely obsessed with.

      Frag2: Left my my books in a classroom.

      Frag3: I was in a class doing activities, one of which was to make new friends. I joined a group of three, and another person came over to ask questions. When they left I said, "Sayonara and congrats, you now have three friends."
      4:20 WBTB.


      Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: A girl was writing a positive energy book.

      Frag2: In my house but more apocalyptic. There was a strange dog on the steps, and I encouraged it to sniff me.
      This dream was really long but I couldn't quite remember it Woke at 6:15.


      Night 6

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: A and I had different (illegible). I tried to show how the traits we shared should mean we shared that too but (illegible).

      Frag2: At some point we were sitting in class, and at another point J and I were in a car, and there was some BL plot, then it was my (illegible) and I was like "I don't needa park I'm a safe driver" or something and J called me an idiot.



      Dream #2 (Lucid):
      Plot1: Was in something similar to a program I did over the summer. Some girl put makeup on me, much to my discomfort, and for some reason there were clothes on the table. When I got home, two nerds were in the process of leaving when my mom asked them about signing up for colleges not listed on Common App. In response they gave her a HUGE booklet, like the size of It by Stephen King.

      Plot2: L sent a pic of me floating upside down in the air on my bike. I assumed she edited it and responded with something vaguely depressing.

      Plot3: There was a tick on my stomach. I asked my mom to get it off for me, but it crawled off, apparently not having bitten yet. (Though it was engorged and there was a dark spot on my skin). I chased it in the dark, asking, "Should I kill it?!"

      She said yes, so I raised a fist, but then she shouted for me to stop because it would run away (it was surprisingly fast). The whole time I had been wondering why she was acting so weird, and right before the dream dissolved from stress,
      I thought, "Oh, I see. This is a dream." Unknown time WBTB.


      Dream #3 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Was looking at a painting of a girl about to punch another girl, but deciding not to because she didn't want to bloody her fists.

      Frag2: The world was ending. That's all I remember.
      Woke at 6:15.


      Night 7:

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      When I woke from this dream, it felt like I had been asleep for years. Doctors were murdering part-time workers, lighting their hats on fire. One seemed particularly without empathy, and I liked her.


      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      Possible side plot about boy and girl riding a train.

      Main plot: I was doing SAT work. My mom said I had to finish it in one day; she kept nagging me. Walking home from school, I saw a bunch of Ramune marbles and picked them up. My car passed by, my familial unit going on a trip without me, so I had to run after them by foot.

      When I finally caught up and found them in a cave-like area, I yelled, "Why do you always drive away without me?! I had to run to catch up!"

      Z just made fun of me, so I turned around and left without saying a word. I hopped some stones across a river and climbed a short rock wall, my mom chasing me from behind.

      "You need to do your work," she said when she reached me. "What you're doing right now doesn't look like work. If you score in the top 10, you can go to a good college. Why is a passing score so low… 3.5 GPA is acceptable in this country!!!" With a manic smile on her face, she started banging her head against the wall.

      "Stop! Stop!" I yelled. "There are 330 million people, of course the average isn't going to be that high! Stop banging your head!"

      She turned around and started talking about work again, and I sobbed, "Why do you hate me?!" trying desperately to control her with the NEO, but it wasn't working. It's only with this tyrant version of her that it is completely ineffective.

      She grinned sweetly. "Because you inspire me [to hate you]."


      Woke at an unknown time. After that I had another dream, but I don't remember it at all.


      Night 8:

      Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
      I don't know how, but I went to sleep at 12:00 a.m. and woke up at 12:20 a.m. with a dream. I would think it's REM rebound, but it's not like I'm sleep deprived. Well, I guess I am compared to the amount I was getting over the summer. I don't know.

      I was in the basement with Z, and he mentioned something that made me want to watch a horror movie. With a grin hiding his fear, he said, "Leave, then!"

      "You leave!" I shot back.
      Woke at unknown time and WBTB.


      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      Plot1: I was with K and J. Something they said upset me, so I went quiet. They were trying to (illegible), so I went to S's house, perhaps planning to do work. I stood there not intending to go in or even knock, but I was spotted and they opened the door. Nile ran out for some reason, but I caught him.

      In the parking lot a little girl was being bullied by an older boy—I think he had stolen her basketball/football. Nile was barking at them so I let him go. (Actually, it was only implied I let him go; this scene instantly changed from one to the next.) He barked at the boy and freed the ball, then lay down all cute for the little girl.

      Plot2: I was a writer for some weird publishing team. S was in a different one and I found their book online. It featured me committing suicide and was rated "the least printed book of the year."



      Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
      Not apocalyptic, but there was some "vegetable disease" going around. We also had another dog who looked exactly like the beanie baby Spunky (which J gave to me a couple days ago); it was really attached to me. I think there was a third dog as well.

      At some point my mom came home and got a scratch on her finger which I could feel (it hurt), but she didn't seem to be infected.

      Somehow our room caught on fire so I ran in to grab my valuables, then came back downstairs to get Spunky. My mom picked it up by the nose, which I yelled at her for. I wasn't allowed to go to S's house but I think I went anyway. On the way there I heard a radio show about covid and illness myths, that it's not your fault and that washing your hands isn't counterproductive.


      It was about 8:00 now, and until 9:30 I would keep waking up every 5 to 15 minutes.


      Dream #4 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      I attended a meeting for aromantics.


      Dream #5 (Non-Lucid):
      Searched up information about the veggie virus, apparently it was a specific plant from India that could only kill you if you touched it. So, if I wanted to, I could safely walk around outside. (Was asleep for 15 minutes.)


      Dream #6 (Non-Lucid):
      Apocalyptic world, we were in a strange house watching an enormous floating keyboard blot out the sun. Went inside when it got dark, I sang a song to "fill" the room.

      Someone started knocking on the door and I knew it was a killer (vaguely lucid?). He was trying to stab through the door, so I stabbed through it as well, impaling him multiple times, but he kept recovering. I NEO-summoned Omori and the killer "accidentally" hurt him and, devastated over it, left.

      Suddenly I woke up (FA) inside another strange place, wondering if it was a double illusion and I had hurt someone on my side as well.
      Then I woke up for real. (10 minutes.)


      Dream #7 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Searching the library for books on the veggie virus. [I don't know why the veggie virus was in so many of this night's dreams.] (7 minutes.)


      Dream #8 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Someone invented a device that improved circulation, with numerous other health benefits. (5 minutes.)


      (Another fragment, but it's completely illegible so I won't count it.)


      Dream #9 (Non-Lucid):
      False awakening. Rooted through my bed, which was cluttered with boxes for some reason. I found three missing headphones and a bunch of Nerds candy, among other things.


      Dream #10 (Non-Lucid):
      J and I went to our old teacher Ms. B for advice; something about our birthdays. I only remember her saying that parents should use both punishment and reinforcement techniques on their children.



      Points:
      Night 3:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x4) - 4 points
      Previous sum: 43 points
      Sum: 49 points

      Night 4:
      2+1+.5+1
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      Previous sum: 49 points
      Sum: 53.5 points

      Night 5:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      Previous sum: 53.5 points
      Sum: 57.5 points


      Night 6:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      DILD - 10 points
      Previous sum: 57.5 points
      Sum: 71.5 points


      Night 7:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Previous sum: 71.5 points
      Sum: 75 points


      Night 8:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x7) - 7 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x3) - 1.5 points
      Library Theme - 5 points
      Sum: 15.5 points
      Previous sum: 75 points

      Comp total: 90.5 points

      Updated 09-10-2023 at 02:50 PM by 99938 (points)

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
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