lucid

Created Thursday 25 October 2018

Got a brief DILD, a fragment, and a long dream to note.

Scrap Group 1
Flying around town during daytime, going south through a local street. I go at the edge of the street, when I start thinking over just what circumstances would allow me to fly in the first place. Cue lucidity. I only managed to fly across before the dream collapsed.

Playing a 3D Mario game. This was far darker in tone, and had a lot more going on screen at a time. There was a painful segment in a castle where I was required to get hurt and collect power-ups repeatedly to survive. I managed to clear the game, but got a rather bittersweet ending that involved most of the extended cast and worlds dying off.

Dream 1 - Poacher Mansion Raid Collateral

The visuals were a bit dim. I was the young leader of a traditional warrior tribe in western Africa, one of the last few of such groups in the world. Dressed in hides, feathers, and bone, armed with spears, axes, and daggers, me and four other tribesmen set out to raid a mansion, a known hideout for poachers. A "foreigner" also joined us, a ranger from the local forest. Unlike the rest of us, he was dressed in a green shirt, khakis, and hiking boots, and was armed with an old shotgun. Our mission was to infiltrate the mansion, find the enemy leader, and capture or (if necessary) kill him.

My warriors set out at twilight. From the cover of the forest, we soon arrived at the mansion's entrance. The place was isolated from the rest of civilization, which might've explained the lax security. Our group crept around the entrance all the way to the backdoor. Once inside, we paced up a nearby stairway. We head up two levels to a small room, when we heard someone passing through another stairway all the way across. The other warriors prepared themselves besides that entryway, while the ranger and I waited head on. For a brief moment, I, as myself, took a moment to reflect on the nature of violence...

Our enemy was approaching. We were ready to pounce. The figure steps out of the entryway. "Stop!", the ranger yelled suddenly. Ahead of us was a man with a grey shirt and cargo pants, the typical outfit for poachers. And yet, the now confused man and the ranger talked to each other as if they recognized one another, speaking in a Western tongue (which, to the tribesmen and I, sounded like complete gibberish). Eventually, the ranger explained that this man was actually a law enforcer going undercover. It seemed our intrusion would compromise the detective's assignment. As such, I agreed to save the raid for another time, if under protest. The agent saw us out the backdoor, and took his leave.

Still, I wasn't quite satisfied. I had us all sneak around to the front, if only to see what we were dealing with. Then, through a window on the side of the building, we spotted a large gathering of poachers, about 30 of them, all lounging around, or perhaps in some kind of group meeting. I simply observed in the shadows for a while, trying to familiarize myself with each of them. Among the most outspoken of the bunch was an older light skinned African. Maybe a lieutenant? At the time, most seemed to lack conventional weapons, and none had anything larger than a pistol.

But, it seemed I made a terrible mistake: the poachers also collected living exotic animals from all over the globe. This was made readily apparent when, from out a corner, charged a grizzly bear. With shields and spears drawn, we held our ground. The bear, in turn, stood up, ready to swipe. The perfect moment to attack. As me and three others distracted it with our shields, another warrior made an expert thrust right in the beast's jugular. We then circled around, avoiding its frenzied reprisal. Within a span of thirty seconds, the creature could no longer defend itself. A few jabs at the back of its head finally did it in.

Just then, a poacher peeked out from a side door. Acting quickly, I hurled my axe at him, planting it right between his eyes. Unfortunately, this instantly alerted the entire compound. Enemies were now flooding towards us. Warrior or not, there was no way we could take on thirty at once. We retreated as fast as we could, and we actually got a good lead on our enemies. But, as we pressed on, one of our warriors had been fatally wounded. Although he'd the willpower to keep up, and possibly survive the chase, there was still no way to save him afterwards. He opted instead to face the pursuers head on, if only to buy time...

The chase continued throughout the wilderness. Then, in a clearing, my group stumbled into an entire school's computer lab, completely out in the open. Such a discovery paralyzed us. There was nowhere else to turn, yet we did not want to involve innocents into our conflict. Woefully, the poachers didn't have the same idea. They fired into the area heedlessly. Once they'd closed in, those madmen knowingly butchered anyone in their way, adults and children alike. At that point, I was sure fighting back would accomplish nothing, only delay the inevitable for everyone. Calling out to my men, I commanded them to rescue anyone they can then retreat. I myself took hold of a small girl in a school uniform, no older than seven years, too frozen in panic to even move. Abandoning my heavier armaments, I hauled her out of the site. Guilt was
quickly weighing in on me...

Don't recall how this ended.

nl - in a college math classroom with a smart (or dumb but hardworking) guy who the teacher pointed out was doing double problems because he didn't have a partner (he had a sort of greasy notebook)
blue square experimental water (diving?) mask is forced on me, stressof not being able to get it off, finally manage to get it off but pretend it's still on, somehow gets transformed into shark mask (i remember thinking this was cheap)
younger rita(from dexter)/mazella(old teacher) at pool, I'm using the shark version of the mask

I'm in the woods, the trees all have a strange peely white bark, I'm throwing a black handled screwdriver from WL into the trunks (it sinks in nicely each time), I'm hiding out from some pursuers? i have to squeeze under some very low branches (intense fear) and then take a path through houses that is 100% deja vu (dont think i journaled it but I've been here before), at one pt took an alternative path, became lucid, just went w the flow, 1234 in big serif letters like an address, white building, in the past i went into the workshop w wood floors and walls, this time i bypassed and went into a white sunlit room with a small tv, realized i was losing dream and counted but it was too late, had brief fa where i could tell it was transp. eyelids effect amd not real, was making patterns on the pillow with mind

Awake, Non-lucid dream, Lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[For the second lucid in a row, I'm actually aware of the dream beginning, and it begins the same way as the last one - a visual scene emerges out of a blank nothingness, and I focus on it until it expands from a few little circles to fill my entire field of vision. This time,] I'm out in front of a big, old, two-story wooden house where some Toastmasters meetings are going to take place. I go inside to attend them, and some of my real-life Toastmasters friends are there, too. There are also visitors there, whom they are trying to recruit to Toastmasters. While I'm standing around and talking with the group, I demonstrate my ability to fly from the ground floor of the house up to the upstairs balcony. I compare it to "lifting myself by the seat of my pants" [shoutout to Dr. Seuss!] because, I notice on this particular occasion, that's roughly what it feels like when I bring my concentration to bear on the task of actuating that ability. It feels like I'm using my mental concentration to lift myself up from the small of my back and propel myself through the air. I say to the assembled DCs: "I used to be very secretive about my flying, but now I'm very open about it. I think everyone should be able to enjoy it." [And I do.]

After the meetings are over, I walk out of the house onto the street, except where one would expect there to be a street, there is instead a big, shallow swimming pool. It is surrounded by tropical plants, and its edges go in a series of curves so that the overall shape of the pool is a big, amoeba-like blob with lots of curving pockets sticking out every which way. I walk around to one side of the pool, sit down on the edge, put my feet in the water, and think: "I wonder if I can change my clothes just by thinking about it?" I close my eyes and concentrate on what I want to happen - namely, I want to be wearing a swimsuit. I can actually feel the swimsuit form around me. When I open my eyes, I'm wearing a tankini with tribal-looking geometric patterns on it in raspberry, burgundy, and many other colors. I exclaim out loud, "Holy $#!*, I did it!" [It was a super cute swimsuit, but certainly not one I would ever choose for myself in real life. Upon reflecting afterwards, I realized that my dream body doesn't have stretch marks - or if it does, they're much less noticeable than they are in real life, since I don't remember noticing them - and it's also less fat than my real one, though not dramatically so.]

I notice that the regular clothes I had just been wearing - jeans, button-down shirt and white sneakers - are now floating on the surface of the pool, around me. I get the rest of the way into the pool. There are two other people enjoying the pool, two guys and another woman. I realize that while my swimsuit top has shoulder straps, it also has a part that's supposed to tie together across my back, just at the bottom of my shoulder blades, and it's untied. I approach the woman (the pool is shallow enough to walk in easily) and say, "Trade you ties?" We tie the ties on each other's swimsuits, as I had just requested. She is some type of POC [most likely South Asian? I couldn't say for sure] and very pretty, and her name is Kim.

After swimming and lounging around for a bit, the two guys, Kim, and I all get out of the pool, down at the far end of the 'street,' away from the house I had just been in. Another dream character is standing there, a petite, definitely East Asian woman [she reminds me of a younger Agent May from the "Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." TV series]. She asks me and the two guys to come with her; she is recruiting us for some kind of spy-adventure-type mission. [I have no idea why she ignored Kim completely, but she did.] We follow her, but I turn to say goodbye to Kim, who is now standing on the edge of the pool, as I go.

The two guys and I follow Young Agent May into an area that looks like an ancient temple courtyard, all dusty dirt floors and high, light-yellow-tan-colored walls of rough-hewn stone that stand open to the sky. There are lots of wall segments forming corners, but there is a space off to the left that's more than big enough for a dark-brown, equally-roughly-hewn wooden table with two people sitting behind it. This is the check-in desk for the adventure/mission. Young Agent May goes over to check us in, and I look around the courtyard while the two guys start to explore. As I'm looking around, a brochure printed on unbleached brown paper appears in my hand. The title, printed in a curved swoop across the center in big, yellow letters, reads "Dole Presents: Adventures in Dole Whip." [Or something like that. Interestingly enough, I could read the whole thing perfectly fine. I can't remember all of it, but I'll reproduce the text I do remember.] The brochure goes on to say: "This dreamer is about to earn her title! Next Task: Create a tiny, consensually-dressed, applesauce humanoid." There's even an illustration of this little humanoid figure I'm apparently supposed to create out of applesauce. [Don't ask me what "consensually-dressed" is supposed to mean. Presumably "dressed in an outfit of its own choosing," with an undertone of "modestly dressed."]

I wake up to the sensation of my left arm being asleep. I've fallen asleep on my left side, something I rarely do.

[Cool! New ability! This is the first time I've ever changed my clothing at will. I guess that counts as changing my appearance, although I really meant changing an aspect of my physical body.]

Created Wednesday 24 October 2018

Got two LD loops and a fragment or two.

Scrap Group 1
Watching some action/horror movie.

Dream 1 - Pinch and Tickle Gag

Scene 1 - A Goku vs. Piccolo Fight
The visuals were a bit blurred. Spectator mode.This took place i n the main lobby of a condo complex. Goku and Piccolo from Dragon Ball Z suddenly appeared, both cartoony figures contrasting the environment. The two were locked in high-speed fisticuffs. At times, I took control of Goku's movements, at times in first person, and at others in third-person. No matter the perspective, I could otherwise feel and hear from his point of view. Either way, neither fighters had the upper hand over the other.

Various forgotten transitions before the one below.

Scene 2 - She's Got My Eye! Well, More or Less...
The visuals were very dim. False awakening in bed. I quickly got aware. I called out to my guide, E. Almost immediately, I sensed her forming behind me. I turn to look at her, when she suddenly gouges her index finger through my left lower eyelid. After pinching between my cheek and said eyelid, my guide tried pulling me towards her. Gotta say, that stung like hell! I calmly asked her to let go, but she merely laughed this off.

Various transitions. There were at least two repeats of this scene. Several unknown transitions, where I'd lost lucidity, until getting to below.

Scene 3 - Mobile Destabilization
The visuals were blurred. I falsely awaken in the floor of the small upstairs bathroom. After thinking over how I'd even get there, I slowly figured the dream. I run out to the hallway, faint sunlight providing illumination, and continued all the way downstairs. Things were destabilizing. So, I started rubbing my hands, and when that didn't work, I spun around. But, neither of these actions helped. Warp. Transition.

Scene 4 - Tickle Submission Hold
The visuals were very dim. I was back in bed. Still aware. Once again, I called out to my guide. But, before she could try any funny business, I grabbed her bare foot, then got my revenge by tickling her. Giggling to the point of helplessness, she finally relented. I pondered in silence for a moment before speaking.

"What the heck?", I pressed of her. "Why'd ya do that whole eye-pinching thing?"

E shrugged. "Well, I got your attention, didn't I?"

"Fair enough, I guess..."

There were more pertinent things in mind, but unfortunately, a bunch of other random thoughts drowned those out. Of these were for me and her to, of all things, vocally imitate scenes from random media. Can't even recall what they were. After that were more, uh, base desires. A... warm moment occurred. Afterwards, the dream collapsed.

Scrap Group 2
At home. Various family members were around. So too was E, who appeared only in bed clothes. We talked about the above dream.

Dream 2 - Cobalt Banshee

Scene 1 - Escape the Banshee!
The visuals were quite blurred. I was upstairs watching TV in the master bedroom. Various other family members were also around.

Just then, a ghost appeared out of nowhere, her hair white, skin cobalt blue and with a darker tinted frilled dress to match. Scowl aside, she looked rather comely. Given her sorrowful and angered wailing, she was certainly a banshee. The phantom darted from person to person, screaming into their ears until they'd lost consciousness, or worse. Unsuited to this whole terror, the Overworld Theme from Super Mario Land was sounding loudly in the background.

I wised up to the dream, but was no less frightened. So, I rushed downstairs to the living room, where I conjured E once again.

"What's wrong", she asked blasely?

I pointed towards the stairs. "Heads up. We've got company."

I took a defensive stance, waiting for the ghost to appear. But after a minute, it seemed she simply left. Did it flee, I wondered?

Transition.

Scene 2 - Beware the Banshee!
Similar visuals. Repeat of the above. But, when I got to the living room, I found that the banshee was already waiting for me. In an instant, she took grasp of me, and cried her horrid wail. Warp. Transition.

Scene 3 - An Understanding...?
The visuals were dim. I was in bed. More pertinently, the banshee was still holding me down. Before she yelled again, I spoke, asking her for reprieve. Gently stroking her face, I got into an entire monologue about peace and forgiveness and all that jazz. It looked as if she'd calmed down, and was perhaps even mesmerized by my words. We had a silent moment of understanding... only for her to suddenly blare out yet again. I was shocked out of the dream.

I have WILDed into a small bookstore with my grandparents who are talking about something they are planning to do. As they walk away, I go into another room in the opposite direction, hoping to separate from them.

This new room is a small library that somewhat resembles the one from my old high school. It has white walls, a white floor and cheap bookshelves made of light-colored wood. There is a group of about eight people who are very different from each other. I join in their gossip and we laugh and joke with each other for a moment. One guy cheekily says to me that I can't kill him. I immediately demonstrate my lucid powers by pinching together my right thumb and forefinger while willing his neck to break. There is a loud snapping sound but his neck does not actually break. It was only a kind of "proof of ability". Everyone laughs, including him, because they know that I could have killed him but didn't. This isn't serious at all because we all know that this is dreamland.

I feel even more lucid and powerful now and I walk on, into another area. There are very many people here, unique families of all different kinds. Most people are wearing dark colors, robes and capes even, and are seated at the numerous tables eating lunch. Some of the children have eyes of unnatural colors like red or purple. One blonde boy with red eyes also has fangs that I can see as he laughs, following another child back to the table where his parents are waiting. It is a very big room and there are counters along one side with display cases of different food. Workers are cashing people out and making food.

I feel the random urge to remove my clothes, but the presence of children deters me. I start doing it anyway because the clothes feel extremely confining, but I leave on the underlying layers, including some kind of pinkish-nude leggings.

I walk further and find myself in a smaller fancier dining room with black leather booths lining the walls. The aisle between the booths is very narrow. Most of the tables are piled with dirty plates and leftover food. There is a group of Asian businessmen in very nice suits. They are having a very serious meeting. I stand there looking down at the food on their table and I see something on their plates that looks like a green bell pepper stuffed with green pesto. I reach down and grab one, intending to try it because it looks good. I look closer, noticing the bell pepper more, then say aloud to myself, "I don't like these anyway," before throwing it casually over my shoulder. I walk a few more steps into the room as the businessmen kind of look at me in surprise. I turn around and cockily demand that they say something to me about it, in English. One man who is standing gestures to the one sitting nearest me, encouraging him to say something. I can't remember if he does or not. I leave the room the same way I came.

To the left is the large cafeteria that I have already been in, and to the right is a lofty area with large glass doors leading outside. As I walk towards the doors I notice an Asian woman in business clothes standing next to them. She tells me to have a nice day and I thank her. I then remember the task of the month to ride a broom above the clouds.

I look over in the corner near the doors expecting to see a broom. I see one propped there. It has a stick made of gold with an ornamental pointy tip and little stirrups on it just like in the Harry Potter movies. The stick is not perfectly straight, but crooked like the good ones in HP, and the broom head is clean white. I think it is beautiful and that it is made just for me. It is quite short though, only about two and a half feet long.

I grab the broom and walk through the first set of doors. As I approach the second set, I will the broom to become longer and it visibly does so as I glance at it. It is still not as long as a standard HP broom, but close. I hop on before I reach the second set of doors and begin hovering immediately. I pull a door open with my left hand, holding the broom with my right, and fly out slowly and smoothly.

There is a paved path of grey stone there and a mass of children wearing robes and holding books flows towards the doors, obviously excited to go in. They look like first-year Hogwarts students and I begin to hear some HP-like music softly playing. There is a tall statue in the small round courtyard ahead, illuminated by the bright sunny day. There are buildings all around on the other streets, older and smaller than the one I've just exited. There are some large oak trees around the far edge of the courtyard.

I float up and out a little more and Ginny Weasley is suddenly there on her own broom, facing right at me. She has that fierce brave look on her face and I, startled, say loudly, "Hey Ginny!" She returns the greeting calmly before looking off to the left. I follow her gaze and see other students flying their brooms in a kind of loose swarm. One of them looks like Hermione Granger, but I only see her from behind. I head in the direction of the other flyers and Ginny follows me. I go higher, rising above the roofs of the nearby buildings.

We fly around a corner or two before seeing some very large military airships of some kind landing on a wide highway. I think to myself that it's because I offended those Asian businessmen earlier. There is a loud brass hit in the music when we see the ships, and the soundtrack becomes more intense in general.

Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Hermione suddenly appear. Ron gives a quick casual greeting before they zoom under Ginny and I. We follow, all of us shooting across the cityscape, flying just above the tops of the buildings. There are freeways ahead, twisting and turning through each other.

We attempt to go higher several times, under my direction, but it just doesn't work. It is as if the air becomes a treadmill when we try going up. Just as I'm about to give up, a random person, also on a broom, shows up and tells us that "the hospital" is above the clouds for those who need it. I feel so relieved.

We are now able to zoom upwards, possibly because we have a more solid destination. I become fearful at the vastness of the sky, but keep going anyway. It gets darker until it is like night when we reach the cloud layer, which appears as a medium grey against the blackness. When we get close enough to touch the clouds, we begin to disintegrate and are sucked up through them as streams of particles. My vision goes black and then I'm in the hospital.

It is a waiting room but doesn't resemble any that I've seen in waking life. This place is apparently some kind of high tech airship, maybe also a spaceship. The walls and floor flow together and are made of a greenish brass metal with lots of grooves and bumps. There are many people sitting around on the benches, all in a good mood, all wearing body suits of mainly white with varying colorful designs and decorations. There are a few small curving hallways leading to other rooms, and windows showing the sky beyond. Somehow I can't remember if it's bright blue sky or dark black night.

I look over to my left and see the pilot of the vessel, a black woman. She lets her young son switch a lever for her and they smile lovingly at each other. Her hair is shorter than his, which is quite big and fluffy. I look around again and see another black mother with sleek hair up in a bun. She is leaning over and whispering something reassuring to her white son. He is about the same age as the other boy, eight or nine years old. This place feels so wonderful. Everyone is happy and working together for common goals.

I realize that I still haven't seen the top of the clouds, so I allow myself to phase through the floor. I drop down quickly, briefly seeing the flat, smooth underside of the hospital ship and the tops of the clouds which are fluffy and somehow illuminated from within with a bright neon pink light. I do not know the source of this light. The sky is pitch black.

I go blank for a moment before appearing in my step-grandparent's living room, standing and watching the hospital on the tv. It is day outside. Next to me is a tall thin man sitting in an egg-shaped chair, wearing a suit like the others, except its main color is navy blue and there are more decorations around the collar. He has reddish, very tanned skin, lots of brown freckles, fluffy greying hair and beautiful hazel green eyes. As I look at him he meets my gaze with an incredibly honest and knowing expression. We clasp hands and he smiles at me softly, so seemingly aware. I sustain eye contact, deepening the connection. It feels so good to connect. I realize then that he is me. He is a part of my mind, a part of my awareness. I begin to cry heavy tears of happiness and can't help but smile wide, almost grinning, almost sobbing uncontrollably.

After a few moments we turn back to the screen and I see Jodie Foster with her hair pulled back in a sleek pony. She looks like she's in her late forties, maybe even fifty, and is wearing a mostly white suit with little or no decoration. She is alone in a small control room in the hospital ship. There is neon pink light radiating up from the floor and she is concentrating on what she is doing at her standing desk, a solid, light-grey rectangular pillar with an angled touch screen top.

3 more lds tonight! I'll try to come back in November and update the gaps and maybe flesh out some of these bullet point-like dreams.

nl - in a supermarket, long and vivid
lucid - in a greyish room, see a section with chairs (seems like a public place), become lucid and expect f in one of those chairs, see her but she's spaced out, try to kiss her but she is almost catatonic
lucid - in walmart in the last aisle before the garden center, laying out some yugioh cards on a table (they're not real and I can tell) and I'm trying to sell them to a worker who doesn't seem very interested, I'm surprised as I go how weak they are for looking so cool, become lucid turn the corner and see an elderly woman, try to transform her and wake up
nl - f is leaving for the morning and she's forgotten her phone and badge, I run downstairs and am trying to decide whether to try and go to her place of work to bring her her stuff or wait here since she might come back, go downstairs in my apartment and there's a heavy industrial door, see her coming in, wake up
nl - series of fa's
lucid - in 9 living room, it's dark, I try to turn up the thermostat knob (similar to old light switch we used to have iwl) to turn the lights up, eventually just say "lights on!" and it helps (still dim), try to summon f but end up just summoning an invisible presence, try to verify its presence by having it interact with me by having it whip me (don't question dream logic), it works (like a light electric shock where I expected it to whip), wake up

Created Tuesday 23 October 2018

Got a fragment and that WILD to note. There were plenty of other things, but I've since forgotten of them.

Scrap Group 1
Something about a WarioWare game? There was some divisive socio-political content in the game. Cue flame wars.

Dream 1 - Magic Rooftop Free-For-All

Scene 1 - Mobile Stability
The visuals started dim and a bit blurred. WILD transition in bed during the dead of night. I slouch to the living room. I rub my hands, but this causes the opposite of stability. At the point of collapse, I spun in place, and kept moving around in general. Things were corrected within 30 seconds, but I went on longer just in case. I walked towards the back door, only to immediately phase halfway through the ground. I shrunk myself to about 1 foot in height, hoping this would fix things. Destabilzation. Warp.

Scene 2 - Wizard Battle
The visuals were brighter but still a bit blurred. I was flying over a walled medieval city during early morning, the environment rendered in cel-shaded CGI. Common folk were lingering about on the walls, and on the rooftops of buildings below. At times, there was some occasional lag in the others' movements. In fact, much like in some lazy cartoons and anime, several people didn't seem to have any animations at all...

In an instant, the surroundings were replaced, now taking the form of an Imperial age Chinese city. Furthermore, things appeared "drawn" in 2D. Various figures were in darting all around on the rooftops. I swooped in for a closer look, to find I'd stumbled into a wizard battle. Much like a multiplayer deathmatch, these robed mages were blasting each other with the elements, while avoiding such attacks with levitation, illusions, and simple cover. A few appeared as long haired young men and women, a few others as white bearded old men. The rest were either wearing concealing clothing, or were too far away to distinguish.

My visual perspective skews. Now, my own "avatar" appeared below in an isometric top-down view, appearing as a brown haired guy not exactly to my likeness. Tactile and audio sensations were retained in said avatar. I realign my view, and joined in battle. But, upon shooting a single fireball, things began destabilizing. I instantly discorporated back to a top down view to correct this. Anyway, I attacked the mages indiscriminately. With a raised hand, I fired various spells,a fire stream spell with my right, and with my left, ice waves. I then merged of the two, the combination swirling into an orb of both elements. It seems I was far more aggressive than the others. In the end, I chased away all of my opponents off the buildings, forcing them to contend in the streets below.

Destabilization. Warp

Scene 3 - Thanks For Noticing Me
The visuals were dim once again. I was back in the living room, faint twilight providing some illumination. I take one step forward, only to find something was holding me back. Specifically, the coils of a massive, black scaled serpent, which was wrapped on my torso. A glance beside me revealed the real culprit: my guide, E, in her naga form, her narrow eyes and toothy grin gleaming in the darkness. She appeared thinner than usual. Still, E's distinct chortling further confirmed her identity.. She pulled my head to her arms. I all but burned with inquiry. Unfortunately, I sensed the dream was at its end. At the very least, I thanked her for being with me even for that brief moment. The dream collapsed within seconds.

Earlier yesterday I took a nap. I became aware that I was dreaming but I wasn't really in control. The scene in front of my was flickering. It turned into this weird structure like the one from Interstellar with the bookcases but instead of bookcases it was the blue sky and the clouds. It looked like the same sort of image or block of space was going off in a bunch of different directions around me. I felt very high but the dream collapsed.

I haven't had a nightmare that freaked me out in a long time until this morning. The dream was back at my house from when I was a kid and my parents were still married. There were things that happened earlier in the dream, but I started to remember when I was inside what looked like our garage. My father was narrating the dream. He was telling me about something that had happened in my past, something dark. I was myself now but watching my child self playing in the garage. There were these white strings that had bounced on the ground and were attached to something away from my view. My dad was explaining that I had discovered something, or something evil had discovered me. As he explains it, the object attached to the strings comes into view as my child self picks it up. I don't know the significance of it but it's this bell that looks similar to the liberty bell with a crack in it and a piece missing but it's small enough to hold in my hands. My child self becomes extremely terrified. I can hear my dad's voice get bitter. I'm freaking out now. The story is that two spirits took me that day up into the sky for hundreds of years. One spirit is a dead woman dressed in a gown whose colors are negative. I couldn't see the other spirit, but something was telling me the spirit I couldn't see was much powerful than the woman spirit and was controlling the entire situation. They took me up into the sky where there was an old floating house. It was weird because I could vaguely remember that I had been there before. My dad was so distraught telling me they took me up there for hundreds of years but for them it only lasted a blink of a second. I was just finding all of this out now.

I woke up in a false awakening in my dad's old house. I ran to the door with my mom on the phone, I was asking her if it was real. She couldn't answer which told me it had been real. The door was locked and I was frantically trying to open it because I could feel the spirit behind me. I burst through and ran downstairs to see my dad in the kitchen. I walked over to him crying and wrapped my arms around him.

I woke up in another false awakening, this time in my current room. Because my closet door was open, it made a tall giant dark figure in the corner of my eye. I was in sleep paralysis. At first, the shadow wasn't doing anything, but then I thought it might move and it became evil. The thing just flew at my face and was hovering there. I was stuck in a flinch terrified. This lasted a few moments before the evil thing made a lunge at my face and I woke up this time for real.

Eventually, I went back to bed and had this dream that Donald Trump was about to do something entertaining yet destructive to the entire world, like a giant show that would lead to some sort of bad thing happening. I was with another person, I think maybe my mom, living this story of two agents who were going to stop Trump. I had been caught by a secret agent who brought me into a room. Trump ordered me to get beat up or something. The agent had taken off his belt and had hit me and was planning to kill me. Trump all of the sudden flew at the agent and knocked him out. Turns out Trump was my mom in disguise. We get out of that room and sort of ninja jump over a pond away from bad guys.

I'm now in this pool surrounded by buildings with a few of my friends from college including lauren and there were a few kids I didn't recognize. Someone whispers for me to flip over a floating device she's on but she gets off. Moo tells us there's not a lot of time left for us to stop Trump and the only way to get there is through this amusement park. He tells us to jump on this roller coaster on the second to back left seat because there is this really strange robot that sits in the seat with you or something. Moo Owen and I jump into the station and get into the carts before other people can. They just seem to let it happen and get back in line. Most of us are in the back cart. I look up and see Moo's on the other side of the train next to this cowgirl robot and I realize that's where we were supposed to get in. The ride starts and we hang on. It starts to go up a hill as I ask Owen when we should be getting off. Moo yells that we need to get off at the next slow part. The train takes a few turns and then starts going up another hill. We jump onto another rollercoaster track which is made of what looks and feels like brushes for shoes or maybe horses. I'm struggling to get a grip and finally start gaining some traction. Someone yells that we need to get ready to surf. The rollercoaster takes a dip downwards and we start standing up surfing on this rollercoaster down a hill. In front of us is this wide alley with buildings on both sides that contain rides and rollercoasters coming out of the buildings. The idea is that we need to jump from ride to ride in order to get through and stop Trump's plan. The dream collapses.

I’m at the counter of a coffee shop that looks like one in a town not far from where I work. They seem to be selling small squares of chocolate cake, and I decide I’ll get one with my espresso. I’m hoping that it will be less expensive than their big slices of cake. But the total comes out to a little more than $10—meaning it was actually quite a bit more expensive. The woman behind the counter tells me that, if the total comes up to just a little more, which it would if I ordered a different kind of coffee—but actually, I can’t seem to get her to explain what’s supposed to happen and why it would be a good thing.

After a couple attempts, though, it occurs to me that I’m probably dreaming—possibly just because it was one of those rare scenarios - rare for me, anyway - that’s enough like waking life to where the differences are obvious. I look around the room. I have just enough time to observe that this is actually quite a good rendition of the waking life location before my vision starts fading.

I head for the door, and stepping outside seems to fix the problem. I can see just fine here. I’m now on a street that’s a little reminiscent of the waking life one that I’d expect to be here, but more vibrant and interesting. But I don’t stick around: I start running down the street, then flapping the wings I know will be there when I want them to be, then flying.

I rise higher, above the treetops, then make a strange kind of turn—I ought to be flying straight up, but somehow I’m parallel to the ground in a different location. I seem to be above a forest now, and above me is the evening sky. There’s sort of a natural path here, a groove where the foliage is lower, and I fly along it. I pass a lamppost on my right. It’s an interesting thing, very modern-looking—just a smooth, cylindrical pole with a vertical slit near the top that has purple light shining through it. I note that it would be completely useless from the ground—almost as if this is a real trail I’m flying along, and it's lighting it.

Was there anything I was planning to do next time I had a lucid dream? The only thing I can think of is actually looking at my wings. I never seem to think of it until—like now—I’m already in the air. Oh, well.

In the sky, above and ahead of me, I can see a red light—really, more like a small circle of lights. I figure I’ll go see what it is. That might be interesting.

I fly towards it. Pretty soon, there’s nothing in my field of vision but sky and the red light. It will be harder to maintain lucidity with nothing more solid to focus on, I know, and so I increase my concentration.

Once I’m closer to it, I can see what it is: a meteor, headed down towards the earth. I wonder if I should try to keep it from hitting. I aim myself towards it, but miss and end up behind it. I fly back down towards it, manage to catch up, but miss it that time, too. But, as I happen to glance at the fields below, I spot chunks of broken-up rocks in a few places. They look like the same type of rock the meteor is made of. And it isn’t a very big one—only about half my height. Maybe this isn’t something to worry about, then—this is something that happens all the time here.

I watch as it hits and breaks apart and then land to get a closer look. Among the fragments is a pile of colorful rocks. Some look like red and white crystals, some like turquoises, others like amethyst geodes. I gather them up.

I notice that someone’s nearby—an Asian man, maybe in his 20s. It occurs to me that he might want some of the rocks—and really, I don’t have any claim to them. I was just the first person to get here. I offer him some. He says he’s only interested in the turquoises right now and picks one out—a particularly smooth one—and sets it among a large number of others he has in a bag. I insist that he take another one, too, but then wake up soon after that.

(8.10.18)

Created Saturday 19 October 2018

Got a few things to note.

Scrap Group 1
In a computer lab. A pal was there with a new girlfriend. I thought she looked familiar somehow, but pretended not to have known her.

Spectator mode. A group of workers were on an industrial site early in the morning. They had trouble lifting a large grate, a few almost getting their hands smashed in.

Playing a simultaneous multiplayer Donkey Kong Country game with my niece. We're climbing up a tower. At the top, we encounter a living fire type boss.

Dream 1 - Donut Rush

Scene 1 - Creepy Focus At Work
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was back at my old job at the gas station. There didn't seem to be any recognizable former co-workers. For a while, I was manning the register, floating around as I organized the stock there and minded customers. At times, I also put myself in a meditative trance, but cut these short when people claimed I looked creepy doing so. Later on, the supervisor (an unknown middle aged man) showed up, along with a vast gathering of former workers, even my brother. This was supposed to be some kind of big party, with cake and food and everything. I wanted to try some of those things, but the dream collapsed. DEILD back in seconds later.

Scene 2 - Donut Season
The visuals were dimmer. Lucid from the start. I was back in the same place above, entering from the front door. A high-tech security gate blocked access to the hot food and drink area. I floated over there, and, after pushing a bunch of random buttons on a panel, I managed to bypass the gate.

Behind that were several rows of countertops slotted with storage bins. A heap of donuts were piled inside each containers, many with flavors fitting the season (such as pumpkin cream and candy-corn-colored icing). Of course, I chowed down. Most were initially insubstantial in both texture and taste, but that was corrected in time. Either way, I could easily gulp down each donut in a single bite or two. I also rubbed my hands for good measure.

The opposite end of the store had a similar deal. I continued my binging there, until the dream collapsed.

Scrap Group 2
Walking, then floating down a suburban sidewalk. Later, I arrived in a school. I meet up with some scrawny kid and his chaperone (a light haired man). But, I remembered too late that I was late for class. The two mock me for such forgetfulness. In retaliation, I shot them with energy blasts as I rushed off. From a balcony, I phase through a window and into my class. I got paralyzed, and was floated down supine to the floor. Sudden quakes shook the area. While imagining what was causing this, the dream collapsed.

Lucid

Was walking around a school and a bunch of kids tried to trip me in a hallway. I went outside became lucid as soon as I saw Jamie walking out the front doors with her phone in her hand, she was texting or something. Went up to her as she sat down. I asked , "Are you Jamie?" she looked up and changed her face to someone else and said, "no."

I went up to some kids sitting on the stair railings and said to them. "This is a dream!" Some of the DCs didn't like that and seemed to vanish from pure anguish. I then asked if anyone had seen Jamie? They said no. Jamie was just sitting there staring at me like WTF?!?!?!?!?!? My dream self is pretty dumb at times.

Jamie is still mad.

Various dreams of her being mean. In a couple she is dating my brother in front of me to make me mad. In another I'm walking around didsbury and some cop is giving me heck. Jamie keeps walking by with her hair dyed blond and is giving me mean looks.

Hurt

I am driving with people in a place that reminds me of BC. We stop at some shop to get ice cream. I know Jamie is there. I go to the counter and order Icecream. Jamie comes into the place from a back room. She looks at me and gives a weak smile. She is wearing a long white shirt and I notice her chin is severely bruised. I don't know what to say to her.

Weeks later

Was in a dream where I'm at some crime boss's house and he is supposed to have a meeting with someone. I start remembering and alternate dream where the man he was meeting shot him. I try to tell the crime boss about the man's plan to shoot him, but the way I reveal it just confuses him. A blond girl pulls me into a hallway and into a bedroom. She looks like mikala but not sure. We start sweet talking or something. I say something dumb like. "I'm in all these alternate realities but there is one constant in all of them : Jamie." Mikala smiles at that and kisses me. The rest of the dream I"ll leave out.

I have other dreams about "mikala." I wake up never sure who the girl actually is.

Dara dreams

I'm in Dara's apartment, and we are talking. Suddenly she hears a noise and goes to investigate. Later I had a dream of me standing in a kitchen and holding a baby. Dara is nearby looking at me.

Missing Girl

I'm walking with my dog in the woods. I hear a girl scream and I discover a cave with a deep drop. I hear a girl calling for help. My dog's mother Daisy rushes down the hole to find the girl. I go down and run into some guy. "Did you see the injured girl?" I ask and he says: Yes. He then shows me where the girl is. Suddenly I'm in a big house that's inside the cave. I go through a room where computers are set up for video game live streaming. The man leads me to a room. I see a desk with teeth and blood on it. He indicates that's where the girl was. There are 2 guys in a bed waking up, they are obviously gay. Not sure where the girl is still.

More Jamie dreams


A few dreams I am in a fortnite setting and jamie is with
More dreams at the highschool. In one Jamie doesn't speak to me but she hands me a written test, A boyfriend test. I pass it and she looks disappointed that I passed it as i she expected me to fail. But then she smiles.


In another we are in drama class and we are in a big circle doing some stupid dance. Jamie is a cross from me and beaming a big smile at me.

In another we are walking through a school field and Dara floats by shuffling a deck of tarot cards. "ooh this case is a tough one to crack innit?" She says.

The other night i have a flash of Dropping off Jamie at her house. She goes in through a trap door, she looks and smiles at me, but she looks rough like she hasn't slept for days.

I wake up briefly and I say to myself, "where is Jamie?" I fall into a dream and I see 7 angels with 7 trumpets they point at the throne of God with 7 fingers but the throne of God is blacked out. It's like they are saying," She is there talking with God."

Various Dreams

I'm trying to escape an abandoned mall. I find a flight of stairs which I kind of just glide down. I enter a street and hop over a fence to keep from being discovered. I walk into an apartment complex and find youtubers Omar and James. I ask Omar if he's ever tried bloody mary? He says no. I have a brief flash of walking with them earlier in the dream in the abandoned mall.

Next we are in a flying car in a futuristic city. We fly by these huge apartment buildings that look really futuristic. there is no way to enter them from the ground. Instead you have to fly up to them. I ask Omar if we fly in. He says no. We soon land on a landing where there are seats we strap ourselves into. The seats are attached to a metal beam which pulls us up into the apartments. The place reminds me where Asuka hid for years in an alternate dimension to hide from Walms/Hukif. I remember an Alternate Asuka took her place and created a clone that Walms killed thinking it was the real asuka. My dreams are messed up haha. Anyway we enter an apartment which belongs to my friend CJ. His place is a mess and his girlfriend is around and is a drunken mess. That's all I remember.

Created Friday 19 October 2018

Got a WILD/DEILD loop to note.

Scrap Group 1
Various WILD/DEILD chains. Most collapsed within seconds, often right after I floated out the . In one case, I'm dragged into a white void, where a female voice laughs at and taunts me. Another supposedly had a roach flying around my bedroom before I got up. I slowly spun in midair during the last one, until the dream collapsed again. DEILD transition two minutes later.

Dream 1 - Rickety Tortoise Waterfall Slide

The visuals were blurred. DEILD transition in bed. I float to the lounge, struggling to do so due to fatigue and dizziness. Had to take a moment to rub my hands and (ironic as it sounds) spin in place to stabilize the dream.

With the competition and tasks in mind, I glance at the bureau nearby. Sure enough, the glass tortoise statue was there in its rightful place. With a touch, I brought it to life. Unlike the statue, this creature was small enough to fit on one of my outstretched hands, and was colored naturally instead of the vibrant patterns of its previous glass form. Moreover, the sclera and irides in its eyes were distinctly human-like. It otherwise behaved as any animal of its kind.

I carried the tortoise off towards the living room, levitating it over my hand halfway through for the fun of it. That's when I saw an even larger tortoise was ahead, its shell alone at least 3-feet in diameter. It was struggling in vain to crawl out the glass sliding door. I similarly tried phasing past it, but even with 20 seconds of effort, I couldn't get through. So, I commanded the smaller tortoise to break it. The animal winded back out of view, then, while spinning, flung itself to the door. Despite the harsh impact, this proved ineffective. I resigned to just opening the dang thing, and actually managed to pull it off (quite surprising, given how that rarely ever worked before).

Out I went, to find an impossible structure awaiting me: a massive, rickety tower held together by random junk. I fly myself instantly over clouds and to the top of the structure, if overshooting by a story or two. As per the TOTM, I start imagining a waterfall would await me below.

Things warped. A tall, thin mountain had now replaced the junk tower. Everything now appeared "rendered" in blocky graphics similar to Minecraft. I almost got annoyed, but actually seeing a waterfall below, and hearing Leading Lights from Sonic Adventure, mollified me. I dived towards it, and allowed the water to carry me away. The first few seconds were a bit slow before momentum caught up. I fell into a sheer drop, only to collide chin-first on a rocky overhang. I was then launched away from the stream and into a narrow pit, tumbling around in pitch darkness for a bit before getting sent back outside into the waterfall. The descent continued for a few hundred feet more, until I abruptly crashed back-first onto jagged rocks. Though painless, the shock of the impact nonetheless knocked me out of the dream.

All from phone, sorry for quality

Oct 15 2018
2 lucids, 1 remembered

library F recep card octagon room s. time people thru window recep card cc ods testing room leave quickly expect recep frantically searching instead seated patiently complaining about something else, have 2 donut holes and a jelly filled, give them away wrong? uni library hall - place is fusion of libraries from past and cc

8 par. br top closet shelf open box mms see antenna poking out throw on ground and smash w shoe (?) another comes out i kill, not quite r's, sth off

previous lost lucid - something about pressure of finger thru hand

lucid - 8 my br dark, in front of mirror, pumpkin, crush/pull alart w hands, inside is an orange-tinted paper towel roll, lucid, my face becomes cotton/pt/gauze texture, work on mouth being sturdy so i can't penetrate w finger, no features just slight indentations, transform self in mirror then wake (tried to add but too late)

cool vampire/TAZ dream w armor n weapons (variety, changed a lot), killing and moving through level, at some point changed to shooting glitchy white balls from self like a turret (froglike?)

In 8 br lots of people there, guy asks for root beer, go down to street to neighbor where lots of kids are crossing in a big crowd and there's candy being distributed and there's a bus? I cut in front of some kids but return with a packet of ibuprofen instead and pack it with the rest (root beer heavily associated w E6) i put ibuprofen away in larger hospital packet (spelled wrong?)

Oct 12 2018

lucid - f in street car lightning to diner talking

Oct 14 2018

nl - in 8 w f, d inoffice separated by fence from parents sog, take nap on couch
lucid - 8 street daytime become lucid in street fly a few stories up decide I'm using force summon lightsaber, swing around and force throw, lose lucidity
nls - in 8 street, carving a stick w laser pointer/lightsaber
lucid - in 8 street night, lucid, want to summon an enemy, first think of a giant but can't decide what in SW universe applies, decide on some twilek sith like in SW:JK:JA, at first think it didn't work, then realize i double-cast it, there are 6 dual-weilding sith twileks, i speed past the first 3 and take a commanding position at the cul-de-sac and isolate them using force push,each time i take one out they fall dramatically and for some reason get somewhat naked like an elder scrolls game when you loot their armor
nl to lucid - in familiar dream house (have visited before), the first story is like 8 but with high ceilings so its like 2 stories for the first story, huge staircase, dark (usu. is), i am walking to bathroom, talking to f, i look in mirror and get lucid, toothpaste/water splash spots are hi-def, i touch mirror and it feels cold and frictiony the way glass does, i try to summon a saber again but it comes out as a clear tube with red liquid and red straw, i drink it


Oct 16 2018

lucid - 8 b.y. F I dismiss after long insec. dream, walk up staircase of square tiles into sky g.c., i look back n shes pegasus flying, i start flying too, it's her and i grab her hands but we're out of sync, hands don't match, remove/insert and feel WB, wake

anne s. in car dealership screaming abt. how stg (weather?) is no joke in LA

j.p. n old famous guys in svitz-bath w nun costumes, watching "blue x", jp on diving board gold

Created Sunday 14 October 2018

Got a few things today.

Scrap Group 1
Looking at the Bay12Games forums. The Terra Vitae mod for Liberal Crime Squad was updated.

Watching (or playing?) an edited version of Super Mario World. Enemies and hazards flooded the screen for an almost bullet-hell-like experience.

Watching a clip of Capcom vs. SNK. A Sagat vs. Ryu fight, I think?

Dream 1 - Jerk Realization and Old New Roman Streets

Scene 1 - Vanquishing the Surrendered...
The visuals were a bit blurred. Spectator mode. This was supposedly an episode of Law and Order. A con artist couple, both blonds, were rummaging a hilly city park during a clear day. The two were left homeless due to the machinations of a snide, smug businessman or lawyer. Said jerk coincidentally showed up. He was distracted by a phone call and from a loaded shopping cart nearby before noticing the trouble he'd stumbled into. The couple slowly approach him, pretending there were no hard feelings. Panicked, the man pulls out a gun, and threatens to fire. He gets those two to surrender, only to shoot them anyway.

Skip to the police casing the area, the smug man remaining there as a witness. For a moment, it seemed he threw off suspicion, until he'd whispered a heartless praise for his own actions. Once he realized as much, he slinks off, all while repeating '1' and '0' in maddened chagrin.

I was immediately given the role of that prick. Now, I was walking through metropolitan streets. One of the guy's co-workers (no clue on details) soon joined me, rambling on about something or other. Concurrently, I glanced at various texts in the man's phone, There, I found various notes pertaining to my dream journal, some of these drafts I'd supposedly made earlier, and others goals I had in mind. The latter mentioned my brother's name and the word 'guide'. I'd a brief sense of deja vu, but it took about a half a minute longer before I realized the dream.

Warp.

Scene 2 - Browsing the Rome Novelty Store
The visuals were slightly blurred. I (as myself) walking down an inclined street during a clear day. My had replaced the partner above. The surrounding buildings and wide roads distinctly resembled those of ancient Rome, if spaced out more. There was also lighting and other signs of modern tech, if dated by about 30 years. As we continued downwards, perspective began getting skewed. Bricks changed colors, and alleyways widened into entire streets all their own.

In an instant, I found myself in the clothing section of a run-down novelty store. The place was a maze of stacked clothes. Didn't help that the lighting was dim, and that a sizable crowd were browsing about. After rubbing my hands, I mutter to myself about tasks I wanted done. I setteled for the first TOTM. And so, I scrounged around, pulling clothes at random. But besides several child-sized pants and shirts, I couldn't find what I wanted.

Things destabilized, and the dream ended.

Created Saturday 13 October 2018

Just more fragments and a brief LD.

Scrap Group 1
In a school. Cut to the cafeteria after school. Many dessert items were being given out for free, including flan, homemade zebra cakes, and what appeared to be a pineapple volcano yellow cake. There were two lines in opposite ends of the room. I criss crossed between both out of confusion. When I got to the front, the attendant there (who seemed like this Hatian girl I had as a classmate way back in highschool) accused me of stealing something. I looked at my hand, to find a chunk of pineapple and some sauce was in my fingers. I assured her this was all a mistake, but she wouldnt' listen.

Something of playing Megaman X.

Dreamlets converted to a DILD. I crawl out of bed, and made it as far to the living room before I collapsed. Warp. I was back in my old job at the gas station, crossing between the aisles of the grocery area. A thief was running off with some beer. Through telekinesis, I dragged the scoundrel back inside, after which I slammed him to the ceiling and and to the ground, releasing him only once I was sure I'd broken something. Seconds later, another bastard tried to pull the same thing, and then a third. Each suffered similar consequences. The last one cried foul, and even had the audacity to threaten to call the police. How droll.