lucid

This was like 2 months ago, but i've been having what i guess you could call ''demonic dreams''.
So as i fell asleep i appeared in my dream in what seemed like an apartment zone. It was very dak outside and I remember having that feeling that i knew this place, though i really didn't. Well, i remember seeing shadows fly across the buildings and trees. Then there were other people with me but i couldn't see who they were i just felt like i knew who they were. Then there's street lights and they slowly start going off. The next thing i see is gates, this is when i got the feeling of fear, i felt like i had to look for someone. At that time i couldn't tell who i was trying to find but then all of a sudden i remembered i had to get my friend justin from hell. That didn't make sense, but as i walked into several gates there were what looked like dragons/demons, dark shadows, people that didn't have faces it was just skin. And i finally found him, but i never got out. That's the first ''demonic dream'' i can remember.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign Thoughts

This was an amazing dream. Outstanding recall, vividness, and lucidity. I could fly well and I did a lot more than flying too! I lost lucidity later in the dream, but oh well. I'm still happy!

Winter dream
It was night. Me and my family were driving through a strange city. Maybe it was raining? The buildings were arranged in blocks like Minecraft and they looked cool. We commented on the buildings and joked around. There was a sense of coziness in the car.

Morning came and we finally got to my house. Work was being done on the house. I asked what was going on, and they said they were converting our house into a store that we could still live in as a house. The people working on the house were my extended family. I could see each room in our house sold different things. Our kitchen sold different kinds of foods, and our unfinished room sold furniture. (I remember my grandparents working on that room; they have lots of antique furniture at their house.) There were a few other rooms with other stuff but I don't remember what they were. I went up onto the nonexistent roof deck of our house. (I imagined coming up to the real roof-deck of my grandparents' house.) It was going to sell plants. To my strong surprise, the roof was several times larger than the house we live in below it. What? This is impossible! Wait, we don't even have a roof deck... I'm dreaming!

Using the roof as a lift-off area I flew, flapping my wings. Our house was surrounded by wintery forest. It actually is, but only on one side, and it is Spring right now, plus it isn't as tall. The leaves on trees were long gone, replaced by snow. It was totally beautiful. I kept flying. I can't waste my entire dream flying! I decided to try making a portal in mid-air by drawing a circle with my finger. It failed, probably because I've never even done it on the ground and I had no intention of where to go. I started to get a little too far away from home for comfort, so I headed back to what I thought was my house.

It wasn't my house but it was a place of interest. It was some camp-out. There was one big tent where most of the event happened. I landed. I remember practicing a few skills successfully like flying without flapping arms. I realized it was almost evening, and people were getting in their tents. The tents were these wide diamond-shaped pods that you slept in, only needing stakes at the two farthest tips of the diamonds. I looked for an open spot, and then I stuck my finger into the ground. I pulled it out with a tent stuck to it, and then pushed my finger into the ground 6 feet away. I had one of the diamond tents, and it was successfully staked in, without having to go ask Administration for a tent. I went to sleep.

I woke up. Not as a false awakening in my real bed, I just got out of my tent and stretched my arms. It was the morning. Frost covered the grass. People were already setting stuff up. Someone got me to do work. He wouldn't let me leave. Work, work, work.

I woke up after a good night's sleep.

Very vivid, very lucid, and I actually did stuff other than flying! I think I forgot a few things in the camp-out part of the story, but oh well. I still love this dream.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Was up kinda late last night, and I didn't expect to get lucid at all. Had two lucids which was sweet since my last lucid was a week ago. What happened can be read below.

01.30: Sleep

10.30: Train and bus DILD
I'm down in the subway trying to get home. I check the signs and head for an escalator going underground. I push my way through the crowd and quickly reach the bottom. A train is at the station and it's my train. I run and quickly enter it before the doors close, and take a seat. As the train starts moving I spot a coworker, Fredrik. He seems upset and is walking back and forth in the train. "What's up?" I ask him. He tells me what's up, a friend of his has been kidnapped. "She hasn't responded to any of my messages" he tells me. "Damn, I'm sorry man, I hope she comes back well" I say. He tells me she was last seen in a two kilometers radius. I tell him he could always grab a map and hold a ruler with a hole in it and spin it around to make a circle. "What a great idea" he tells me.

The dream skips. I'm on a bus now instead. A former coworker is next to me and we're sitting in the back. I start worrying about getting electrocuted by some machinery malfunction or something. I look at my hand as a habit. I've got way more than five fingers, more like ten. That can't be right... I recount them, yep, they're short and tiny aswell. I realise I'm dreaming. The bus stops and I get up. "Where are you going dude?" the guy asks me. I don't even care, he's just a DC. I exit the bus and look around.

Looks like I'm in a neighbourhood with villas. I rub my hands and check them again. This time I've only got four fingers. I intend to go to the Ninjaworld and I start walking toward the nearest wall. It's a brick wall and I rub my hands as I slowly walk over to it. I put my fingers up and draw a door line on the wall. A golden glowing line appears and in an instant the wall has transformed into a hatch. I pull the handle to reveal a metallic ATM-looking machine. "Welcome, where do you want to go?" a female voice asks me. "The Ninjaworld" I say and watch the panels change. I put my hand in the lever slot and push the button.

I fall to the ground with my hand still in the machine, but it feels more like I'm doing it on my own instead of actually experiencing it.
Everything is black for a while, suddenly my sister and Monica appears infront of me. I realise my attempt to go the Ninjaworld failed. Oh well, might aswell have some dreamsex. I start pleasuring Monica with my hand. After a minute or so the dream starts to fade.

11.00: Sick
I'm with the black mormon from House. He's almost fainted and I want to make sure he doesn't die. We sit down and talk for a while before getting up. I put his arm around my shoulders for support and walk into a conference room. Most of my coworkers are there and they're sniggering. "Yeah, totally homo to help out a guy in need" I say and help the guy into a chair. I leave the room and walk down a long corridor. I talk to some guy about previous events in this place. He tells me some rich, famous lady had sex or something.


11.00: Getting lucid in my appartment DILD
I'm in my appartment, brushing my teeth. I spit and check my fingers. I can see like ten. Again I'm not convinced entirely, I recount them. I realise I'm dreaming. I spit once again for fun and leave the appartment. I walk down the stairs and when I reach the bottom, I can't think of anything to do. It's sunny out though, and there are probably some girls sunbathing outside. I head outside and there are indeed two girls lying there in the sun. I walk up to them and lie down ontop one. We start grinding and I run my tongue all over.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I will give going to the Ninjaworld a last try tomorrow morning, but if I don't succeed, I will just let the project be on hold for a while until I can successfully make a portal or teleport. I don't mind though, superpowers are just as fun.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

non-dream non-lucid lucid

Tipping over, a box full of cubes empty their contents onto the store floors. "Damn," I said as I ran out of the exit, an expensive item gleaming in my hand. Theft. I had realized what I had done, now lucid, as turned around and walked back into the store. I was forced to pay a fine for theft and destruction of property, and I read the bill. $70. Not bad.

The dream skips, and I am walking around my school campus. I greet a teacher as I walk by a classroom, noting her apparent friendiness in what seems to be a rather sore day. The new vice principal is peering into a classroom, observing the teacher and his students. Down by a table, little boy is enjoying his lunch. I turn into the next empty hallway to make another circle around the school. It's suddenly almost pitch-black, and trying to find my way around the darkness. Some slow, depressing rock music is playing, the only words I hear are "Written in the Storms". I walk back around, and I see the old vice principal, full of rage, screaming into a classroom full of threatened students and their teacher. I reluctantly say "Evening," to a few teachers walking by. I got a depressed and shy, "E..evenin'." What's going on?- I thought. A chubby boy, much like the one I saw before, is shoveling food down his throat with both hands.

I turn to the final hallway, and I see someone. She turns walks with me, and the very little light in the dream is flashing faintly on her face, much like how cars' headlights quickly and repeatedly strike a street lamp is it turns a corner. I say, "No one really knows the true faces behind the good people in this horrible world. My true face shows the sadness and stress that my family seems to pass onto me. My true faith is only for me to know. My current, let's say compulsion, is also buried deeply in that face, and that, weh-, -oo b-" The dream ends. I fall back asleep as I try to continue the dream, but I seem to only get in choppy results. "-t-gth- -th- y-" I manage to get out. The dream relocates, and I find myself saying "Writing in the storms," to my confused mother and brother. I hear the music of the same song I heard coming from my bedroom. I try to find the source of the music as it fades away. The dream skips to the previous scene, as I turn to this girl and say "you."

4/13/2011

DILD

I was in some room when I became lucid, and it was getting blurry. From some reason I thought I had to get out of the room before I could stabilize the dream. I punched out a window into 2 pieces. I climbed out to a college quad looking area. I sat on a bench with two asian guys around my age. After focusing on my hand for a few seconds my vision was restored. They were complaining about one of their friends not showing up. I told them I'd help and called out his name and clapped twice. Kind of how you would call a butler. They said they already tried it and failed. I said turn around, it just worked. I never looked back but when they did, they saw him. I went inside into a girl's changing room and found a hot girl. I walked up from behind and did the dirty with her still wearing a hoodie. Some other girl looked at us in surprise but then I realized she was looking past us at someone else. I woke up when I finished

I had my first lucid dream in a while last night, and I was having some difficulty getting to where I wanted to go in the world. I tried closing my eyes and spinning, but that didn't seem to help me whatsoever. I tried something I've personally never heard of before, I'm sure its not just unique to me, but I went on a computer and looked up pictures (kind of like Google images). I kept scrolling through the pictures until I found one I liked. Then I just soaked myself into the picture, kind of like it was a portal to a new world, and it worked!

I did it several times and ended up in multiple scenarios with people I didn't know and places I've never heard of. It was one of the more exciting lucid experiences I've ever had.

I've been trying to lucid dream for 7 weeks and so far no results. my main problem is being unable to realize I'm dreaming however before I discovered lucid dreaming I used to realize I was dreaming every night by accident.I tried doing reality checks a few times every day, but after about 3 weeks of that not working I gave up on it. I've also tried for about 4 weeks repeating to myself I'll have a lucid dream but It won't work, I did come close to one though when I decided to take a nap in the afternoon, I realized I was dreaming and forgot for some reason. please help me with my lucid dream deficiency!:(

Blue= Non-Lucid
Red= Lucid
Orange= TOTM
Green= Real life side note

So i was on facebook with this girl next to me (i think) and she did something really weird. So i decided to RC ( the girl was gone by now)
So by now i was lucid. I went out of my room ( I did the nose RC and text RC as my RC) anyways i was in my hallway and saw that the dream was unstable. So i rubbed my hands and the dream became less fuzzy. So as i was walking to my kitchen i told myself to refrain from sex and try flying. As i walked i did the thing where you look at your hands to stabilize th dream. I looked at them and i shouted "increase lucidity now!" it didn't do much. Now i was in my kitchen and i heard my mom call me crazy and i wanted to tell her to fuck off but i didn't. So i looked at the window in my kitchen and said. " i can fly, i know i can, i'm gonna fly". So i prepared and jumped forward and flew out the window but got stopped flying when i went out the window. So i imagined myself shooting up into the air (i was in midair, hovering). I flew forward up to some trees and flew for like 5 seconds and then decided i would go land and have sex but the dream was faded and tried to stabilize it but it faded.

7-8-06

I had a good Lucid Dream last night.

Before I went to bed I had remembered that I had still not read the Lucid Tasks for July. I went to bed with this on my mind.

It started as a very long normal dream. But I can only backtrack it to a point where I was standing in line in a building with a bunch of other people. I knew some of the people there: Jeff, Jeremy H and Marie.

I looked over the rail beside us and saw a huge pool of water (like at Sea World). Marie had her feet dangling in the water, and Jeff was leaning toward the water. I suddenly saw something snake-like coming through the water at us. I realized it was a sea snake. I remembered that they are one of the most venomous snakes on earth. It started swimming around Marie's legs. Then over to Jeff who was holding his hand out to it. It stuck its head out of the water and "sniffed" Jeff's hand. I was waiting for it to bite him at any second. But to my relief it then swam away without harming anyone.

I then realized that we were alone and that we had lost our group. We started to run ahead. And I started doing cool things like jumping down whole staircases in one jump. Or jumping over obsticles that are in my way...and staying up in the air a very long time. It was a very satisfying feeling.

I finally ran out the door to the outside. Everything was beautiful. It had been raining and the sky was still overcast except for a strip around the horizon. The sun was shining through that gap and everything was glowing a golden yellow (like it does in real life under these circumstances).

I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I saw that I was at Disneyland, and I could see the Matterhorn not too far away also glowing in the golden sunlight.

I'm not sure what triggered lucidity, but the next thing I knew, I was lucid and flying toward the Matterhorn. It felt so good to be flying. But suddenly I could feel the dream slipping away. I felt myself wake up. But instead of finding myself in bed like most of my False Awakenings I was just back on the ground.

I saw a house and flew up by its roof. I remembered that I had wanted to do one of the Lucid Tasks. But I hadn't read July's Task yet. So I figured the next best thing was to try to do some old tasks. I looked at the house next to me and wondered how hard it would be to destroy it with my bare hands. I had never tried anything like that before. I pulled back my fist and gave it a hard punch. Nothing happened except for giving me sore knuckles. I focused my mind and picutred making a huge hole with the next punch. I punched again. And again. But I was unable to do any damage (except to my knuckles). I didn't worry too much. I figured destroying things wasn't one of my strengths.

I then thought of catching a butterfly. I wondered how hard that would be. I started floating out from the house and looked around. As I was flying I felt something tickle my nose and I looked and saw two butterflies....one large one and a smaller one. The smaller one had beautiful wings--the upper parts were orange and the lower parts black. I slowly reached out my hands and cupped them around the little butterfly. I could feel its wings brush the insides of my hands. I was surprised how easy that was. I then let the butterfly go.

I then decided to fly very high. I was having problems getting higher than about 30-40 feet. I remember there was a tree beside me that I couldn't get any higher than. I would suddenly slow to a stop and hover. I then really put my mind to it and got another 10 feet or so higher before stopping again. I wasn't sure why I was having such trouble.

Then I was back on the ground and I decided to climb this wooden fence so I could get high and then dive off and fly. I climbed and climbed this fence. It went up and up. There didn't seem to be an end to it. Finally when my leg muscles could take no more, I saw that I was at the top. I looked down to see how high I was. But to my surprise and dismay, I saw that I was about five feet off the ground. That was quite frustrating. At that point I seemed to lose lucidity. I went on to other dreams. One was about being with roommates. One of them liked the same guy that I did. I think he was a garbage collector. Then we were dressing up for this dance. My roommate was putting on blue stockings.

And that's all I remember.

Goal: Look up July's Lucid Tasks!!

My LD: Was getting chased by some weird tings and I was like wtf fam and I realized this cant be real. I didnt stabiliize tho and dream only lasted bout 20secs.
Non LD: Was mountaineering with ma mates and all of ma mates apart from me got hit by an avalanche. It was my fault as I triggered it. One of the peepz had his leg amputated and blood was everywhere and everyone was puking Lollz. Then I went into a room full of peepz having a faag and I was like where the fuck am I. I must be dreaminggggg and I was like "I could stabilise and go lucid" but I cba and decided to wake up instead.

This dream started off as an awful, awful nightmare. But not something that couldn't be real. So I'm surprised I realized it was a dream at all. Something about people hiding outside my house, waiting to kill me. You just see their glowing eyes, that kinda thing. Then at one point they WERE in the house and I was trying to lock the door but I dind't quite shut it in time. I think that's when I realized it was a dream. I just kept saying it "this is a dream" and usually that realization makes the bad guy go away. This time I had to really WILL him away. But he left. I think I tried to fly which didn't really work. But I decided me and my son should pee rainbows from the top of the stairs. Really, don't ask me HOW my subconcious thought of this. So rediculous. But we did... and I'm female, so . Streams of rainbows poured down my stairs. Coating everything in beautiful bright rainbow colours... Then I woke up.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID UNDERLINED IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Spoiler for Past Related Dreams and History:

History

A new experience dreaming the other night. It gave me hope even though I woke in fear. It also prompted me to get off my butt and finally join a forum that discusses such things. First, a little history.

In the past I’ve had a reoccurring dream of family members and others trying to kill me. One repeated every year it seemed, starting at the age of about 8 and ending (at least consciously) around 18. In this dream a calm and intense voice announced to me that my family was turning into monsters. I ran from them. My father chased me (the chase scenes varied significantly, thought it seems that they were always outside of my grandmother’s house, where the dream started). Sometimes I got away, sometimes I fell, and there was one time I thought I experienced death before I woke up. The dreams filled me with terror.

Other similar dreams have often occurred, the main theme being that someone is stalking me and I am aware that they wanted to kill me. Sometimes I’d confront them. Most times it would be an endless hiding and running deep fear experience. Sometimes it was a combination of both. I’ve experienced other variations of this type of terror dream, often including sharks (in college), tornadoes, and tidal waves.
Usually when I wake the consuming fear and sadness and loneliness from these dreams is so very present, infusing me to some extent throughout the day no matter how much I process and release it. It can be exhausting. Ok, pretty much done with the history.


Recent History

A couple nights ago a terror dream was different than other experiences. I haven’t been remembering my dreams as often in the recent past (I started to type recent future, lol). I had meditated right before sleeping with binaural audio that also incorporates other meditation-inducing aspects. It was a pretty deep meditation and a lot more emotional pain than usual came up, but I was largely able to hold the discomfort in a larger awareness and release happened as well. I fell asleep.

Nightmare with Lucid Meditation

The terror dream was a series of people trying to kill me. Each chapter seemed to occur in my current home or a similar one.

One instance was a psychological death of sorts, where someone wanted me to admit something I’d done that hurt them but I knew that if they knew it would hurt them more than if I didn’t tell them. I felt ashamed. As they tried to dig it out of me tears ran down my face and I avoided looking into their eyes. I think I explained to them at one point that I couldn’t tell them or they would be more hurt. I was conflicted and I’m not sure I held my ground (I think the dream changed at that point).

The dream continued, one person trying to kill me, the dream morphing, then another person trying to kill me, and so on. They were sneaky, some trying to lull me into feeling comfortable with them. It didn’t work. I knew. I resisted. After a few chapters in the dream, I became aware that I was dreaming. In this lucid state I tried different tactics.

1. Dream Control

I tried what I now know to be called dream control. Tried to turn my stalker away, tried to make them friendly, tried to make it not be about being stalked. That wasn’t as “successful” as the tactic has been in other lucid dreams I've had.

2. Wake

I tried to wake myself. In the dream I had access to my real memories: I recalled that I’d woken myself from a nightmare as a young child, maybe 5 years old, after frantically trying to wake in the dream and having no success. This is how I remember it. I became aware of my physical body in my bed. I tried to open my eyes. Felt my eyebrows raising, my lids stretching, but they stayed together. I tried to move my arms. They were heavy, they wouldn’t move. Then my shoulders responded. Finally my arms moved. I reached up and opened my eyes with my hands and woke like that…my fingers on my eyelids, having pulled them apart manually.

Remembering the success of this childhood experience, I attempted this tactic in my dream last night while lucid. It failed. Throughout using these wake-myself-up-please tactics,

I would think I had awakened only to find out I was still in the dream. I became identified with the dream and then lucid and aware I was dreaming (usually because I had a new stalker or less often because something else wouldn't be the same as in my home) again over and over after each failed attempt.

First I tried to wake myself by simply willing it, then throwing a large amount of the energy of my desire to wake into it.

Then I tried to feel my body in my bed, to establish a connection like I thought I had in childhood. It seemed that I could feel my body and that I woke. This was the first time I thought I'd woken up but after I “woke” myself I soon discovered I was being stalked again and had not escaped the dream.

Then I tried to not only feel my body but to move my body, however, I found I wasn’t very coordinated and I was flailing. I became afraid of hurting myself or spilling my water on my nightstand, etc.

The cycle of thinking I had awoken and then realizing I was still in the dream (I think called false awakenings?) came full circle at least 3 times, though in my not completely clear recollection it feels like it was more like 4 to 6 times.

3. Lucid Meditation

At one point I tried to meditate in the dream, hold the dream and the fear of the dream in the arms of my awareness so that I wasn’t so self-identified with it and terrified. This was the new accomplishment. A big one. I don’t think it lasted long, maybe a couple minutes.

I’ve been in different meditative states in many dreams, but this one was intentionally, lucidly, induced. Even though it was a meditation initially infused with the desire to escape from the emotions, I'm still goanna break out with a yay! I came to a place where I wasn’t hiding or trying to wake up. I was confronting in an accepting way while still trying to protect myself.

The meditation did not relieve the fear but I felt more me, more whole. At first the fear was very present and perhaps more so. It seems that the fear ebbed to some degree after a time. I remember looking down on my body during the meditation. The dream also may have gone to black and white during the meditation and got a static quality to it, like white noise. I don't remember ever dreaming in black and white, though now that I look back I don't recall any color in the dream at any point. I am skeptical of it not being in color, however, because now it is days since the dream occurred and I only remember snippets. After the short meditation is when I fuzzily think I woke.

I don't remember the sequence of the following parts of the dream. I'm about 90% sure I wasn’t lucid at the time:

I felt physical pain when one stalker was biting my lips. The physical pain felt so…well…physical. It hurt in a sharp way, just as if my dream body was a physical one. That realization is unsettling and also wondrous. Now I realize that both of the times I have been aware of physical pain in dreams was when I was being bitten. Both dreams were at some point lucid dreams, but not lucid at the time that I was being bitten. The other time was a dog biting my fingertips. Now I’m interested in this…why biting? Perhaps this similarity is connected to a pattern, perhaps not. Worth keeping an eye on it and a thought hanging around.

I tried to manipulate the people out of trying to kill me. I plotted quickly as they advanced. One of the people I offered myself to sexually to try to avoid being killed, to distract him. It worked. It was boring and rather ineffectual sex and I ended up feeling frustrated because I wanted more pleasure, even though I was creeped out and scared.

Well, that was long. I doubt I'll want to use the energy to write so much in the future (or try to refine the clarity of my writing so much, gah), but this dream absolutely fascinated me and I felt reconnected to past dreaming experiences after dry spells and inattention. It woke the inspiration.

I think a big part of why it waned was nobody I shared these types of dreams with had similar experiences or seemed to want to dive in. But after reading some of the forum, wow, some of you not only have had similar but extensive experiences. Thanks for reading, I'm interested in learning from others on this site if you want to respond! That said, I also have a very skeptical side and enjoy critical and insightful discussion, though it is tempered by many other sides.

1. I'm running away from a castle, and try to trip up my pursuers by using magic to do things like switch the outfits of two competing factions of guards. I think I ran into Legolas at some point.

2. I'm trying to escape from a school building by crawling through air vents and windows. Somewhere in the surrounding town, I meet a version of myself with magic powers in a dark tunnel full of fake roses.

3. Autocunnilingus?

4. Running away from a former classmate who's trying to force himself on me. I throw a basketball cage at him.

5. Playing on a tree-swing. I watch an owl in the branch above me catch and start eating a duck.

6. I'm in a room full of drawers of stuff. I decide for some reason that I must be dreaming, and do the nose-pinch-breath-test to check. Of course, once I realize I'm dreaming, things get all vague and unstable, so I start touching everything - books with embossed covers, polished rocks, a stone knife (which I cut my thumb on and had to go find a band-aid). I think I got so obsessed with touching objects that I forgot it was a dream again. -_-'

15.04.2011

Relearning (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It has been a long time since I WILDed, and I felt like a nap today so why not.

As I relaxed I listened to some easy-going music, and turned it off when I realised I couldn't remember the last three songs that played. I must have zoned it out. As I lay there, I tried to stimulate some simple visualisations, but none were coming easily. After a while, I seemed to read a newspaper. The print was very small, and the articles made absolutely no sense. I was reading very intently, and felt quite alert. Soon after, my hand touched something cold. I assumed it was the wall. But, not having moved myself, I knew it was sleep paralysis.

I ran my hand along the wall and opened my eyes a crack. I could see the same thing I had before I went to sleep earlier, and wasn't sure whether it was part of a dream or I was really opening my eyes. So I closed them again and slowly stood up in bed, feeling the cold wall the whole time. When I jumped sideways out of bed I opened my eyes again, knowing there could be no question this time. I saw my room in halls, crossed with the room of the house I lived in five years ago.

I stumbled to the top of the stairs. Everything around me had a psychadellic, vibrating quality to it. It slowly stabilised. I was very conscious of being in a dream, and even moving around in virtual reality felt strange. In hindsight, what I should have done next was rub my hands together and attempt part of the task of the year. Instead, I caved to my base instinct and went off on a shagging spree.

A false awakening followed, and I kept my eyes closed. It felt like someone got into bed beside me, so I asked if they wouldn't mind helping me up. This they did. When I stood up and looked around, there was no-one to be seen.

I'm going to have to get back into WILDing, I'm out of practice.

I was in a bedroom with K and a some man I didn't know. They were showing me women who could be potential mates. The first two were elderly! There was a buff gay man. And the only two ladies my age (and attractive) were married. So I decided to roam the house I was in search for my own mate. At the moment I left the room I became lucid.

I started by looking at my hands and interlacing the fingers. I was kind of amazed at the reality of the thing. I went into the hallway and down the stairs, playing with my hands and repeating out loud "I am dreaming, I am dreaming". At the next hallway I even did a little dance to show off the amount of control I had. It was fun! I flipped on a light switch in that hallway and was kind of surprised it worked. Two of the three lights went on anyway. I opened the first door where I could hear voices. Two girls were vacuuming their apartment, even though I don't think there was any carpet. I tried to make myself invisible so I could pass by undetected, I do this a lot. The first girl still saw me as I tried to pass through her like a ghost. I went to the second girl to see what she looked like, got her to look at me then tried to make her kiss me. She stood staring at me for a moment, like she was thinking it over. Then she kind of gave in, leaned forward for the kiss, I leaned forward and must have closed my eyes, because at that moment I lost all lucidity and dreaming and woke up with my eyes closed.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened.. I don't think. I think maybe it's due to closing my eyes in the dream, without my brain focusing on anything I wake up. The complete opposite effect that touching things around the world and looking at my own body has.

I NEED to come up with an intent and practice it throughout the day and repeat it at night so I have a goal in my dreams instead of looking for hot girls.