false awakening

people who smoke for eternity

Dream one:
I'm with my brother and a couple of randoms and I'm tying a knot to keep a sail tied onto the top of its mast, I do a clove hitch and a loop round turn with a highwayman's hitch to hold it in place, explaining to the randoms that it's a good idea to have a quick release knot in case of emergencies.

Jofish takes the small boat and starts sailing it around the very shallow lake we're in (I'm still standing in the water watching him do turns and even a couple of jumps in the boat)

[I wake up to my alarm and then fall back to sleep in what I guess was technically not a FA because I did actually wake up and turn my alarm off.]

Dream two:
I'm trying to get up but I'm lying in bed with my eyes really struggling to open. I take the fact that I can just about see what looks like reality as an indication that I'm awake after all even though struggling to open my eyes is a dream sign (it usually means my light box is shining in my face and my dream imagery is struggling to be seen). I get up and start telling Jofish about the dream he was in while trying to get up to make breakfast. I go downstairs and have to step over my dad who's sleeping on the floor in the dining area on the way to the kitchen - I'm back at my childhood home and am not surprised to find him here. Mum's got a large light box and I "remember" that she got prescribed one. My dream logic tells me that this is why I'm struggling to see.

I get to the kitchen and start rifling through the fridge to find breakfast things, but it's full of housemates' stuff, then turns out to be the oven, but the fridge next to the oven is in much the same state of cluttered mess. I throw out some obviously moldy stuff and am giving up on finding what I'm looking for when I realise there's another fridge on the other side of the kitchen and that does contain useful breakfast things.

I start trying to fry some bacon still seeing through the slits of barely openable eyes. I manage to get some bacon onto my flat griddle thingumy and start frying it. I decide I need to add some more bacon so I try to arrange the bacon so that the already started stuff doesn't over cook, then I add an egg and have to shuffle everything around again. I just about manage to find the plastic fish slice I need to flip things over without scratching the nonstick pan, after getting a little distracted by piles of washing up and having to feel my way around because my eyesight is so poor.

In the process of shuffling items around the pan and adjusting the heat of the hob, and moving the griddle pan around to ensure the heat is under the items that need it rather than under the things that don't, I've somehow ended up almost sitting on the hob and realise that my left knee is getting uncomfortably hot and I almost set my trousers on fire.

[Again, I wake up to my alarm (it's on a 10 minute snooze) and again manage to fall asleep straight into a dream.]

Dream three:
Again, I'm telling somebody about the stream I just had, again I'm trying to make breakfast. I remember telling the egg that I have to cut its yolk in half to make it cook at the right speed to be ready at the same time as the rest of the food. Again I'm struggling to open my eyes.

[Again, the alarm thing! This time I roll over to face away from my light box half thinking I might attempt a WILD as I'm obviously in the right timing for it to work]

Fragment:
The dream that arrives is yet another one of me telling somebody about my dream and the frustration of missing two dream sign crammed FAs in a row, and I don't realise the irony that I'm doing it again. I realise that I can't keep prattling about dreams because after that many alarms, I need to get on with getting ready for work, so I wake up to get to and ready for work.

SO MANY MISSED CHANCES!

Morning of February 4, 2015. Wednesday.



I keep moving in and out of sleep over a couple hours but stay in the same general dream environment and level of consciousness. At one point I open my eyes and watch an animation of a hand-drawn red and blue daisy on the wall above the real telephone (red and blue alternating petals). I do not try to shake it off as the hypnopompic stage it is - I am not getting out of bed yet anyway. It wiggles insect-like at times, and wavy lines “swim” out from it on the wall in all directions (one “jumping” over the phone chord), as the daisy drawing breaks up into its individual smaller lines. I look near the ceiling on the wall in the room to my left. High on the wall is a series of handwritten years (each about four inches high); 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and so on, in a column, alternating in red and blue writing for each year (for example one year written in blue, the next down in red, the next down in blue, and so on), about seven or eight dates. I am not sure of the relevance.

Over time, I keep turning to either my left or ride side (typically alternating in seemingly “precisely timed” stages) taking care not to bump my sleeping wife and making sure it is done at the right time relating to the “proofreading” system I sometimes indulge in. My task is to read through someone else’s writing - three or four paragraphs, I think; I am not sure of the content anymore. The “paragraphs” are an orange fluffy ball hanging in the air (lit from the inside as if in photographic negative), about four feet up and to the right of the bed. I have to move my essence up and down through it to “download” the English writing. I have to “read” and “reread” this orange-fluffy-ball and mentally correct any spelling errors. It gets rather boring at times…It is almost like a featureless porcupine fish rendered in the wrong area, though it is not close enough to my sleeping body to be that annoying.

At one point, I am lying on a porch at an unknown residence. I am lying there mentally reading through a newspaper that is lying open near where I am, no need to turn the pages - I read it in a dream within my dream. This is not the right newspaper, though; I am actually looking for a CD that came with a particular newspaper, something relating to animal sounds made by students in a special project - I see the advertisement for it being in another newspaper. The front door opens and an older frail man looks out at me, seemingly annoyed at first, but then he offers me a place to sleep, but then I tell him I am okay where I am. He apparently sees me as a homeless teen.

A new “Star Trek” (original series) episode is being filmed in the large parking lot of a shopping mall in La Crosse (near the old Quillin’s IGA area). I am within the story itself at first, as if it is all “real”. I am on the Enterprise and I watch the activities of a Klingon ship from a window at the end of a very small downward-slanted hallway (nothing like this on the actual show in real life) - it is close and I see a lot of detail but it does not fire. Later, I am walking around in the parking lot and see that all the ships are miniature. Does this mean all the actors had been miniaturized as well? I see no larger sets representing the inside of ships. It seems very late at night. After a short time of exploration in the parking lot, I look down at a model of the Enterprise and comment on how much of it is made of cardboard, though in fact, it is actually sitting over a rectangular cardboard “fence” and not with any cardboard in the plastic model itself.

Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner, both seeming only around forty years old at the most, are seated on benches. I ask William Shatner if they are making a new “Star Trek” episode (again, as part of the original series) and he says “yes” quite cheerfully and I say “cool” with a warm sincerity, not remembering they are rather old now and that it is not 1969 anymore.

1130? 353am wbtb
This starts as a false awakening. I hear Girl Friday downstairs and coming up the stairs along with other voices and I realize how extremely unlikely it is that she would be here; I am dreaming. She has a way of sidetracking me. She is going up and down the hall in a great rendering of my home IWL. I feel invisible at first since she doesn't seem to see me. I keep trying to get in her line of sight and see if I can get her into sexual mode like so many times in the past and eventually it works when I am undressing and acting like I don't see her...now I have her attention! She is watching intently as I undress and

Spoiler for Adult content:

I pull it out. It is impressive.

I proceed with certain actions and she looks so ready to pounce and she looks so sexy. More and more DC's come around which usually isn't an issue but this time it is some people from IWL who would be very unapproving it starts to have the effect of tugging at my last Saturday, basically raising doubt. And here's the interesting thing and something I'll need to work on with my RC's just in case doubt arises. Every RC was showing I was awake! Finger through palm looked slightly different with my palm lumping up a little on the other side but not convincingly and when trying it IWL previously I noticed the same thing can be seen a little. I tried to float up which is normally effortless but nothing happened and I'm starting to get nervous that I am running around naked IWL and the DC's of waking life loved ones are raising the ante. I even jump and not even a hint of floating or delayed return to the ground...felt like normal gravity! Darn FA's and unhelpful DC's but I know if my awareness were higher or I took better care of my lucid state at the beginning this probably could have been avoided. I believe this flowed into another FA where lucidity was basically gone and I ended up at a huge water pavilion built in the 50's with interesting architecture. There was some sense that this was all dream-like but I was kind of floating through the moment if that makes sense to anyone. The name of the pavilion had the designers name on a big sign but I can't recall his name...did seem like an Italian man's name. No.275

Much better LD string here: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/foge...night-3-63836/

Non-Dream



Lucid #1
I woke up and noticed a tv in my room that normally isn't there. I went outside and tried to teleport but couldn't. I flew into the air but couldn't fly too well. So, I flew across a creek to a park and hugged a few pretty girls I saw amongst the crowd of people that was there before I woke up.

Lucid#2
I was on a street in a neighborhood. I was thinking about how I needed to go to work. I thought I was dreaming so I might as well fly there. I flew up high into the air. Then, I thought, I don't want to fly to work, I'm dreaming! So, I landed, stuck out my hand behind my back, and tried to summon a dolphin. I felt the dolphin's beak, but woke up in my room. I saw my vision behind my closed eyes turn from black to completely blue. I got up and tried to summon a dolphin again, this time succeeding. I grabbed the dorsal fin and jumped on it's back. "Let's go to the pirates!" I said, "Arrrrrrr!!!" The dolphin didn't look like it knew where it was going though. I woke up.

As I was falling asleep, I decided to pretend I was already lucid dreaming. I pretended I had to call my boss over the radio phone when it was time to get up from bed. I could hear the buttons on the phone and hear my boss at the other end. He gave me the go-ahead to get up. I got up and looked around. I could see some digital clocks that had numbers missing. Then I tried to levitate, which I did. I jumped up and imagined I would fall though a hole in the ground to teleport. The ground felt bubbly though so it felt more like I was sinking than falling. I passed though a duplicate room before arriving at an industrial yard. I floated up and imagined what it would feel like to be a dolphin. I quickly and fully transformed into one, but without flukes and half my tail. An angry dog approached me so I bit it with my beak, showing it who's boss. I woke up.

There was a long and particularly drab space travel dream. I was landed on the moon with two other astronauts. One of them was dumping liquid fuel onto the surface of the moon so that our capsule would be lightweight enough to fly home.

When I got on the capsule (That was huge on the inside despite being tiny on the inside.) my parents were there, along with many a familiar member of my family. They told me 'Happy 19th birthday' (IWL that isn't for another couple weeks. And they gave me this weird cake. It was like a small loaf of bread and filled with this thick buttery like cream. I didn't really like it and told them when my real party came, I wanted a chocolate cake.

I got distracted from the birthday party scene because I had to dock the caupsle with a space station. I got the strangest sense of Deja-vu, as though I had done this in a previous dream or a long time ago. Why does docking with the space station feel farmiliar...?


I was watching the superbowl, live from the stadium. The game had just started and the football froze in midair. All of the players started dog-piling and jumping to get at it.

"Uh-Oh, looks like that's an illegal anti-gravity ball. Minus 20 points! And *some player* to the time-out square for you!"

I realized how absurd this was. (Now IWL, I don't watch sports, and TBH I don't even know the rules of football all that well.) But this was just so strange that I had to be dreaming.

I woke up though. I took a leak and then it was WBTB time.

I found myself on my bed. (False awakening.) Though my bed was replaced with this odd powder, like finely-ground flour. I realized right away that I was not fully awake. I began to mess with it. I thought that the reason I was in my bed was because I was still partially awake and I shouldn't move too much because I might start to move my waking life body and wake up.

At one point, I decided to smell it. It did have a smell, though faint it did smell a bit chalky, sort of like baking soda or flour. I can't say so exactly, but yay for finally smelling something in a dream.

...

I was by a lake. My friend pointed out that there were squidfish in the water. I asked him what a squidfish was and he showed me. They were these fish, perhaps a foot long with all of these tentacles on the front of their face. They were carnivorous and ate other smaller fish whole.

I then noticed that there were large fat fish swimming around in the air, a few feet above me. I became lucid, but the dream promptly faded.

...

There was one other lucid fragment from this morning, but I can't recall what it was, just that there were three frags involving lucidity after my WBTB. I had the number on my mind all morning.

Saturday Night:

I became lucid at the end of a nightmare and tried to change what happened by restarting the dream, but I woke up instead.

Sunday Night:

DILD #1

I was in a fancy restaurant with Dreamer. We were lying down on a secret upper platform that was covered in a silky, pink blanket and plush pillows.

Spoiler for Slightly Sexy Scene:

She was lying in a particularly sexy position, revealing her red knickers under her short, black dress. I slowly reached my hand up her thigh until my hand was caressing her bum. I was concerned that everybody in the restaurant could see what we were doing but we were in a somewhat secluded spot. I reached inside her knickers and some sexy stuff ensued.

She said to me, "We have the best seat in the house."
I nodded my head in agreement, then she clumsily fell off the side of our platform and onto a table where a nice elderly couple were eating their dinner. I looked down and saw two Dreamers. I looked back and forth between them with my mouth agape in shock and excitement. I then did a noseplug RC and air went through. I grabbed the hand of the real Dreamer and we took off flying. I woke up, DEILD'd back in.
I was still flying with her except we were outside of an epic sized shopping mall. She remarked to me that my dreams were quite short compared to hers. I sadly agreed that they had been very short lately. We landed and I used my super leg muscles to jump super long distances, all over the top of the cementlike shopping centre structure. I was like a human grasshopper. Woke up into a false awakening.

DILD #2

I had been talking with dreamer for a while about, I don't know what. But eventually I remembered that I needed to do an RC after waking up to make sure it was real. I did a nose plug RC and air went through again. I then took her hand and we went flying again and I moved some stuff around with my mind powers for fun before waking up.

WILD

I had been trying to WILD for what felt like ages when I finally got into a dream, I did a closed mouth RC to make sure and air went through. I got really excited then woke up immediately.

DILD #3

I had become lucid while talking to Joffrey, he was telling me that he was a master at dream control and I challenged him to show me something. He refused though and then I woke up pretty quickly.



DILD #4

I was talking to an old friend from high school when I realized that I was in a dream again. Dreamer was with me. I took her hand and we went flying towards these ancient ruins of an industrial city. Woke up before we got there.

DILD #5

I was in another dream with Joffrey. He was the same character except we were in another room that was brightly lit with warm light pouring through a few windows. I remember how pretty it was to see the light illuminating the red wood floor. I was watching some show with Joffrey when I decided that I wanted to change the channel. I tried to change it with telekinesis but it wouldn't work, I became frustrated and realized that I was being ridiculous and I should do some cool dream control stuff for fun and to farm points. I looked at these playing cards that were scattered across the floor and made them all fly up into the air. I made the cards fly in a circular pattern above me before making them fly off in all different directions. I then looked at B-Dog, who was lying on a bed, and tried to make time slow down for him. Wasn't working. I then tried to make time speed up. B-Dog began to lick himself and move very quickly. I returned time to the normal speed and I could hear the ticking of a clock slowing down while I was doing it.

I then walked over to Joffrey, turned off the TV from his keyboard by pressing the space bar, and then told him to stab me with a pen because I was invincible!! He did it and I laughed at him. I then told him to give me some of the chocolate and raspberries that he was eating. He refused. I tried to make him with mind control, but it didn't work. I got frustrated and then grabbed the chocolate and raspberries and shoved them in my mouth, YUMMMMm. His drone/slave DC walked in and started talking to him. I could feel the dream starting to end so I made fireballs appear in my hands and I juggled them in the air then threw them at the walls.

Note: Before this night I had tried something different from my usual mantra. Instead of trying to feel as though I was in a dream while repeating words, I instead repeated the phrase, "I am dreaming" about 30 times while trying very hard to remember it. I felt like I was trying to memorize something, I was trying really hard not to forget. I also combined that with Dreamer's awesome daytime method for having super long lucid dreams, but I didn't do it right.

I discover I was in another building, I notice the front door to this place and open it to find myself outside next to a yellow lamppost. It appeared to be night, next to it I manage to see another building and my mother returning at the beginning of the road. This house lock was already open, I decided to enter inside and close the door. There was no lights except for a little lamp on a black desk. I then heard a lot of loud banging on the door that I had just lock. I peek through the blinds to see who it was but could not see properly.

I then open the door suspecting it to be my mother. However I discover it was no one and quickly after I have a FA. I woke up and realize what has happen before. I observe the room to see if there was anything wrong. I notice that the tv was hook up highly against the wall. I then began thinking that the chances this is a dream are great, suddenly I could feel myself waking up. Lucidity Time: 5 seconds

I woke up in father room and got off from the bed. I turn on the lights but it was very dim. I made another attempt to turn on the lights for it to shine properly. However soon after the lights came on, they went out. I started thinking I could be dreaming. I walk toward the window and look outside to see that the sky is very sunny. It look normal but even this suggested to me even more that it is a dream. I knew I didn't wake up in the morning. I remember deciding that if I ever had to choose whether it was a dream or not, that the odds of it being dream are increase and that I should accept it as one.

I open the door and notice the living room lights were on. Before I open the front door, I check my hands to see if it were abnormal in any possible way. While I am focusing on this task I could hear my mother preparing to go after me. I proceeded with exiting through the front door and continue to run outside on the road. Not too long I encounter my father. He ask me what am I doing? I quickly analyze him, I could see nothing odd about his clothing or his personality. I told him I am dreaming. Before we could continue my mother had finally caught up to me. I ask him why was he here if this was not a dream?

He laughs saying he was preparing to leave soon. We both began walking down the road trying to convince one another which is true on whether this was a dream or waking life. I eventually believe him somehow and told him I better not wake up shortly after. I then decided to lose lucidity to where the scene had change in to a school. Lucidity Time: 2 minutes

Notes Lucid Semilucid Non-Lucid

I do not remember anything prior to becoming lucid. This is organized to be written in a chat, so it is sort of a bulletpoint-type organization.

I was in a grocery store when I realized I was lucid.
I made everyone in the store sing for a short time
I ran into MrEnter and PewDiePie in a way I don't remember
I ran into 2 ladies (actually a sim from the sims 2 and my 5th grade teacher)
I decided to run around at hyper-speed with E. and P. for a while before realizing I had to stabilize.
I realized that I was on some sort of gravel parking lot.
I stabilized by touching the ground, which felt just as it was supposed to: rocky and really shifty.
I went on to wreck havoc for a while, getting some sort of riot to chase us.
I found out that my 5th grade teacher was my dream guide.
I threw her into the rioters, who proceeded to kill her with spears. (oops... glad it's just a dream)
As chaos goes on, Pewds decides we should get into his car to escape.
We agree, MrEnter questioning why we need a car in a dream.
After a while we crash the car into some kind of hill. The car's totaled, but no one's injured.
We step out to find ourselves on a bright road, no chaos, car nowhere to be seen.
We all decided to get a Delorian time machine and travel in time.
MrEnter (driver) suggested that we go to year 104.
I reply that it is dangerous as that was "Aztec time" (actually in the early 1000s)
I suggest going to the year 1774, but the others flatly decline.
Before I have a chance for rebuttal, Pewdiepie (passenger) sets the year to 104.
MrEnter speeds up within seconds and we find some sort of Native American tribe.
They wield blowdarts, and look over to us menacingly when we see them. They do not look realistic, but rather like they're part of an animated cartoon.
They chase us and we quickly drive back to the current year of 2015.
We find ourselves on the same road.
I had a FA and next thing I knew I was in a wooden chair with my laptop on a table in front of me.
I went to MrEnter's twitter feed to find him describing the Delorian part of the dream.
I note him on Deviantart saying that we may have had a shared dream.
Moments later he replies saying that it's unlikely, and we just had a shared part-of-dream.
I tell him about the first part of the dream (before the FA) in the comments.
I refresh to find that nothing has changed.
I scroll to the comments to find people complaining about a rushed Animated Atrocity.
I refresh to see that his twitter feed contains an apology about it.
He has posted a journal containing the Animated Atrocity apologizing on the fact that it was rushed.
I check my replies, but there are none.
I wake up.

Links: youtube.com/user/themysteriousmrenter (MrEnter's Youtube)
youtube.com/user/pewdiepie (Pewdiepie's Youtube)
mrenter.deviantart.com (MrEnter's Deviantart)


BONUS!
I walked into a traditional-style kitchen to find a man eating a blueberry pastry while a woman in the corner played intense, depressing music on a piano.

After waking up at around 3:57 in the morning and spent enough time to get my mind focused back on becoming lucid, I laid in bed turning over again and again for almost two hours. I'm not sure if I felt asleep during that time or I might of not noticed I was already asleep, but it felt like I didn't get any sleep until sometime before 8:00 later that same morning.

I continuing laying in bed for a few more minutes to see if I'm still able to go back to sleep. Moments later, I noticed a strange vibration going on through my chest. I was laying on my side facing the wall. At first I thought it was because of the amount sleeping pills I was taking. Then I noticed a blurry scene as I began drifting off to sleep. In this scene I saw a small bond with a stack of wooden sticks laying on top of each other. I stared at the pond trying to figure out what to make of it - whether I was dreaming or not. Seconds later, I get this sudden urge of panic. After staring at the pond with the set of sticks nestled in to it for a few more seconds, I felt a strong vivid sense of sinking inside it. I woke up startled, but then found out it wasn't over.

I woke up laying on my side facing my bedroom. I was wrapped up in my blankets as I slowly began opening my eyes. I tried to move my muscles but couldn't. This obviously meant only one thing. I was paralyzed. Upon realizing it, I heard voices going on in the bedroom. I heard my sister telling me happy birthday. I heard my mother telling me something nice about me. The rest, I couldn't remember. The voices started to get closer. I panicked. Nestled in to my blankets, I reminded myself of something. It was all just in my head. I was hallucinating. It wasn't real. I did my best trying to realize that and remained as calm as I tried to be. I kept my eyes closed and thought of a place in which I could become lucid in. I first thought about Sydney. I thought about trying to summon her back on my parking lot just like the previous night. It wasn't a bad idea but then again, I didn't want the dark skies to be there if I did wake up to that same dream.

Instead, I wanted to go back to my elementary school. I wanted to see the beautiful playground standing in the middle of the school. I wanted to be safe. I imagined this location as best as I could and after a more seconds of listening to those surrounding voices, I started to drift away from my dream bed. My body flew out of the bed, without any effort on my part, and started flying straight towards the door exiting my bedroom. Unfortunately, that was all that happened. I woke up.

I realized I am condensing my DJ entries down too much recently making them a bad read so going back to a more free flowing entry here. ~610am Wake from longish LD string. Work meeting scene. The board member shouldn't need to take video. CW there. I have a headache (bleeding through from IWL?) and massage my temples. Next memory is FA caught by "record skipping" FA. I am arriving to the wake up sensation at least 3 times in quick succession each lasting about the amount of time it takes for a vinyl record to rotate once...and repeating like a skipping record! I get up out of bed happy to have received this gift in this FA. As I make my way through the house with visuals not perfect I get the partial visual of my sleep mask covering my face as I walk, and I rip it off and throw it behind me. As I get to the front door I see there is a note on an index card by the door. I pause for a moment thinking if I'm awake I don't want to open the store and leave it open or unlocked putting my family security at risk so I better RC. I start to do the finger through palm and as it shows I'm awake I realize how inconsistent that one is and just look at both my hands but focus on my left one where one of my middle two fingers was noticeably longer than IWL . I grabbed the note by the door and start to read it but then look down what looks like an apartment building hall and the note is narrated to me in what is supposed to be my wife's voice saying "today is the day to bring out the garbage."(which it is!) I float fly through multiple halls and it is completely barren so far. I quickly peek over an overlook down to the floor below me hoping to catch a DC down there but it is also barren. I fly down to the lower floor and explore a little bit finding what looks like a door to the outside and when I open it it is a bright sunny summer day. I look across a big grassy open park-like area and see a building on the other side of it with lots of DC's gathered inside but starting to come out. I dump off all my clothes feeling free and fly their way thinking about what kind of reactions I might get. I approach a couple of young women and start to interact with them telling them it's time to remove their dresses but I seem to be too much inside my head thinking about something and the visuals fade but I do not fear waking up but rather hang on for the visuals to come back. (Something I am getting better and better at and following Sageous' suggestion to avoid following the more common path back to your sleeping body-NREM thread, possibly NREM reality check thread). During this quiet time in a void I reflect on the fact that I didn't get to any competition goals. The visuals eventually come back and I soon have a vivid sunny summertime scene again but this time it seems like I'm at of family reunion. I'm looking around at all of the DC's enjoying this vivid beautiful world and I look over to my right and see my grandmother who passed away several years ago sitting down and I go to greet her. It is so wonderful to see you I tell her as we each clasped the others hands facing each other. It's so feels like her hands warm and wrinkly! (I am choking up while reliving this lucid moment while transcribing this dream!) I asked her to hold on a moment and I release her hands since I use a certain motion of my hands as part of my recall of goals. I think of my mnemonic (memory) pegs and peg number 1 brings me to time control, stopping time. I know my trusty pocket watch with amazing time control is in my right hand and I start clicking it while looking around. At first it is not doing anything very much like the very first time I used this. I eventually get the DC's to freeze in time!..and they unfreeze as I release the "clicker." I play around with it a little bit more and then think about peg number 2 and decide to skip it and go to peg number 3. Neither 2 nor 3 are part of my 3 step task anyway only peg 1 then peg 6 and 8. I grabbed a football that is being thrown around and say check this out. I punt the ball with super strength way up into the sky and out of sight! Cool! I look back over at my grandmother and just behind her and to the right is my grandfather who passed away quite a number of years ago and who I thought about last time I thought about my grandmother and how I haven't been seeing him in my dreams. This time he is there!..but he starts morphing a little bit maybe looking more like his younger self when he was a teenager and then a boy! I grasp my grandmother's hands again realizing I should have spent more time in the dream with her asking her questions I'm saying what kind of responses I might get. The dream starts to fade. I hold on again and I arrive outside of a room indoors it's a little bit dark, dimly lit. There is a young black boy in the room and I walk in there and ask him what does he represent? He only says there's someone over here and I follow him around and out of the room and sitting on the bench is a short humanoid creature that looks like a weird boy, a little bit stocky with a large-ish head with dark short thick hair and black eyes. I asked him what it represents and try not to get freaked out by his unusual appearance and I realize I can wake up if I want to but I don't remember making the decision to. Either way I wake up for good this time. I think reading a couple of dream journals of other competition participants may have helped me recognize the false awakening at the beginning. One person, I forget who, was talking about some kind of incongruity being a common dream sign as a dream tries to adjust and readjust to fit the situation. Also maybe the same person or someone else mentioned how they handled a false awakening by quickly getting up and doing an RC when normally I would try to do a motionless RC but maybe I need to be more aggressive like I was when I noticed my FA and immediately took off.

LD. Ran around place. Met lots of DCs. Forgot a lot of things. It's funny how my personal goal is to talk in-depth with a DC because my usual LDs are devoid of people, and then my brain starts throwing DCs at me... heh. Too bad everyone was in a hurry .-. Still haven't had that conversation yet.

I'm in this city where there's snow and something is happening and apparently someone is also named Ivy and I am also. I end up climbing up walls sideways and then I start tossing vines to tree branches. I begin swinging on them faster and faster and then I end up in a place that looks like my neighborhood. At some point here I become lucid.

I do an RC (nose pinch) and then start walking around, and the place becomes similar to Manhattan with the sidewalks and buildings.

At some point I run into Castiel in his trenchcoat and all that (from Supernatural) and he's rounding the corner and I'm like "hey Castiel" and I don't remember what he says but it wasn't anything notable probably?

I run into these two guys who tell me their names when I ask (McGebbers and Eddy) They're stereotypical goons. Apparently I saw their boss somewhere on some tv show or movie) but I can't remember what he's called now.

I see this girl walking and think she's Emily so I go up to her and say "Hey Emily!" And she turns around and whoops she's not Emily. She starts going down this subway station but I call down to her and ask if she has anything interesting to tell/show me and she says something in response.

While running around I run into these two men in suits and sunglasses. I ask them their names and they look at each other and one of them presses a gun to my head but I don't remember what they say. I escape unscathed, though.

I get to this park or sth and see Noah. He's going somewhere but I pull him back and he's really light. I tell him that we're in a dream and he says, "Oh cool, is it my dream?"
"Mine actually."
"Huh."

I also meet this serial killer somewhere? Or someone like Ted Bundy, only not Ted Bundy.
I meet a lot of people but I'm starting to forget what's happening and I run into this wall with a list of "have you seen these people " sort of task list and I wish I had paper or something to mark them off. I realize I don't have my backpack with me, just my regular clothes. I think about conjuring up some paper but I don't. I read the lines and some of them mention "Elmo" and "McGebbers" and "Eddy".

I go into this school but I change my mind since I don't want to be stuck inside for the rest of my dream and I turn back and of course the entrance is blocked off by a stone wall. So I go to the edge of it and dig my fingers in and pull, and I get out.
Possibly see the night sky and stars and cliff?

At one point I end up near these creepy windows with this thing peering out, like those movie posters where a creature is looking through a crack in the curtain and you can only see their eye. I just remember that it was creepy, though.

When I wake up I'm in this FA where I imagine myself writing down the stuff in a Muji notebook and noting it as Second Market. Apparently I've met the two goons before and I've drawn one of their faces and it looks remarkably similar. I write about sleeping in and how it's like 1:30 pm. And then I fade back into reality, and it's actually 9:10am or so.

Date: 1/26/2015
Method: MILD, Mantra
Total Sleep time: 8 hours
WBTB Time: 15-20 minutes

I remember three fragments:

1. I was writing a letter to GOD and asking him when I will see him and/or what will it take to see him
2. I was riding in the car with with Beyonce and Solange (this should have been a dream sign for me...never ever will happen in my lifetime)
3. False Awakening: I was writing in my dream journal about riding in the car with Beyonce and Solange
4. I was making coffee in my walk in closet and someone was trying to turn on the stereo (also in my closet) and we couldn't figure out how to turn it on.

I LUCID DREAM TONIGHT!!!