lucid

This is what I've put together from my last dream. In the obstacle course they sent "Anne" in, their secret weapon. I thought she was going to come for me but instead she went for someone else, a girl. I know who she is, but not what her name is or what she looks like, just that she's there. The man who's trying to destroy the world (lets call him Bill) needs her in order to destroy the world. A special forces team was sent into a place that they believed to be her location, checkpoint "Simpson". In there attempt to rescue her they were discovered and pinned down. They call for backup. Only one squad closest to their position. The squad goes into checkpoint "Simpson". Save the DC, save the world. This is the scenario.

Of course this isn't really in serious terms but it's something to do. How I'm going to find her if I don't know what she looks like or what her name is I don't know, I guess I'll just know it's her when I see her.

Last nights dream:

I need a favour. This favour I'm asking the president of the united states for, John F. Kennedy (so at the dinner party they weren't honouring John F. Kennedy, Kennedy is the president). Kennedy will meet us at a certain time. In between then my dad and I go on some dream adventures (ones I can't remember). It's been a long time, me and my dad are being chased by someone. We drive the car right into the place where we're meeting Kennedy. Kennedy is there with his wife, child, and body guards. I think for sure that were late and that JFK's gonna be pissed. But my dad reassures me,

"Look, were right on time."

Wow, we are. It's impossible but were there. We then ask Kennedy for the favour (can't remember what).

At the end of this dream I think I'm talking to my subconscious. I want to ask it why I keep getting up at 4:30 in the morning.

Ironically enough, I wake up at 4:30 in the morning before he can tell me.

I start thinking about checkpoint Simpson, what it looks like. My mind starts to wonder on the subject and I fall into a dream.

I think I'm inside Simpson, I don't know for sure. I look into a room, there's a girl inside, her hair covers her face.

"Excuse me?" I call to her.

Yeah she's a zombie. I close the door. I continue upstairs. Now tons of zombies are upstairs. I start running down stairs. I take a light machine gun from my back and start shooting the zombies coming down stairs. I start seeing real people going down so I hold my fire. Around a dozen people walk down the stairs. I tell them to line up. Suddenly, I notice my gun disappeared. I start looking at them to see if I recognize any of them. I recognize one. A girl I know, Sarah, but she isn't the person I'm looking for. As I try to see if any of them is the girl I'm looking for the zombies start getting back up.

I run for a door to the outside and then I wake up.

2/8/10

The Hair Monster
I am standing in a bathroom with a poor unsuspecting man and a viscous woman who seems a bit too fond of me. The bathroom is fairly large and is actually two separate rooms: a section for the shower and toilet, and then another section for the sinks. The man goes to the latter and begins brushing his teeth. Unbeknownst to him, the lady begins growling and growing hair all over, even from her eyes and mouth. I wonder how the man can possibly not hear her... "Are you running a hair dryer in there?" he asks and begins to turn around.

"No!" the woman yells and slams the door shut before he can get a look at her. She changes back to normal and locks the man in the little room. "We'll have some fun with him, later," she says to me with a smile. I pretend to be interested, but as soon as she leaves I begin making escape plans.

I quickly run down to the basement and look out the window, assessing my options. It becomes clear that I must run, because the lady is obviously unstable and might turn on me at any moment. Thus, I quietly open the window and run as fast as I can towards the road. Once there, I spontaneously become lucid, but I wake up shortly afterwards.

Dream Lucid Partially lucid

Feb. 7, '11:
1) I had a short lucid moment when I told my mom to have a sense of humor in dreams. She was upset by something I had said.
I asked her if she knew where Sheila was. Then I asked again with different wording. I asked for Sheila to be there.
I saw a girl in the kitchen that did not look like Sheila. She had darkish skin and was very sexy. We had sex for a few seconds until I woke up.

2) I was back in my parents' house, in the dining room. (Not like how I'm usually there in my dreams, like I'm still living there. In this dream I had returned to visit.) Braden approached me and talked about art school. Several people gathered at the table, I think for a Bible study. My dream journal was open on the table. I picked it up and closed it, saying there could be inappropriate stuff in it.

Awake Semi-Lucid Lucid

Once again, I am in my dark room. I do not wake up, I don't remember a dream from before. I can feel that it's a dream, but I do a nose-pinch reality check to make sure.

I breathe slowly through my nose. I head out my door, fully familiar with this now, and head downstairs. I decide to try changing the dream scene using the door. I don't really know where I want to go, but I open the door, expecting to see something other than my street.

I walk into what looks like an underground bar. It's near empty, and dimly lit with an orange light. Leaning against the bar, is my friend Travis. I smile, and hug him. He may be a DC, but he's still a good friend. He smiles at me, but says nothing.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Travis." I say, putting my elbows onto the wooden bar. A DC stands behind it, watching us. He uses an old, ancient looking rag to clean a beer glass.

"You say my name wrong." Travis frowned. This confuses me a little and causes my lucidity to drop a little. "You pronounced it "Trah-Vis. It's pronounced "Trae-Vis." He shakes his head, as if disappointed I didn't know this before.

And then I lost my lucidity and I'm not sure what happened from then on. I'm glad I'm getting lucids on a regular basis now though! Or at least it seems...

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

The first thing I remember is thinking, I should really do an RC. [I have no idea why I thought that, but I did.] I do, and discover that I can breathe through my nose while holding it shut. Strangely, though, I find I can't do anything more than that, besides lie there. I can't even see anything around me. I try to get up, but I can't. I think, "I have no mouth, and I must scream," but I don't really mean it; I'm not afraid or even really concerned, just slightly puzzled, and I'm just observing that my situation is comparable to the one for which the short story is named.

[Later, I had a really, really cool non-lucid.] My mom, P., and I get into the open, upholstered back seat of a tiny little wooden propeller plane, big enough for the three of us and a pilot, who sits in a seat in front of ours. The plane takes off from the airport in the city of Louisville, which I know [in the dream] is the greenest city in America. [It looks nothing like the real Louisville.] We fly over the city in our plane, admiring the view. There is a big building with cascades of water gushing through big, rectangular openings on one side. I think, I hope that's a power plant. It obviously is, powering the entire city. The city is very beautiful from the air. It is on a very flat, sandy plain, next to the ocean. [Wait, what?! Real!Louisville is landlocked! It's by a river, but it's not the same thing.]

The little plane flies low over the ocean, so that we can dip our rubber-thong-sandal-clad feet in the water as we fly along. Then, suddenly, I find myself in the ocean water, holding on to a dark purple foam mat that floats in the water. I'm wearing my favorite swimsuit [that I have in real life]. I see the plane, floating with most of the plane below the surface of the water, the pilot still in his seat. I hang on tightly to the foam mat to keep myself afloat, knowing that I can't swim. [Strange; I could swim back on February 2.] There are other swimmers in the water besides me and my family. A young man grabs hold of my mat and flips it up and pushes it over onto me, trying to use it to playfully push me under the water. I pretend to go along with it, but manage to keep my head above water. [Now that I think of it, I was much more buoyant in the water in this dream than I am in reality, and could keep an arbitrary amount of my body above water, just like in my dream on February 2; I just wasn't aware that I could do that this time.]

My family and I get back onto the plane, which is getting ready to take off from the water. I have a conversation with the pilot about how there have to be at least two feet of distance between the surface of the water and the wings of the plane in order for it to take off. It takes off with the help of a wave that gives it a push from behind, then climbs back into the sky. The pilot says something about how he's heading back to the airport, since it's so close by that there will be practically no weather at all there. The plane returns to the airport and lands there.

[Later in the night, after a very brief WBTB.] I'm talking about being a lucid dreamer [whether to myself or to someone else, I'm not sure]. I ramble on about the mental discipline I have to have for a bit, not really paying attention to what I'm saying. Suddenly, I realize that for the last several sentences, I haven't been talking about lucid dreaming at all; I've been talking about being kind and behaving well toward other people. At some point, without realizing it, I shifted from talking about being a lucid dreamer to talking about being a Christian. I say to myself, “That's a good sign. It means my subconscious has its priorities in order.”

I'm in House #1, and am now definitely lucid. Everything around me is vague and blurry. I try to focus my attention on some of the scenery to make it clearer, and it works a little bit, but the house looks as if I'm looking at it through dark, spot-and-fingerprint-covered sunglasses. I'm walking back and forth in the master bedroom, which is much more spacious than it was in the real House #1. I remember that my dreaming goal for tonight was to practice delivering my 30-second commercial, so I start practicing.

"Hello, my name is (Emiko)," I say. "I'm a computer technician... networking technician... I'm a computer technician who specializes in networking."

I go on to say the same thing I've been saying almost every time I've practiced this, about saving money for my previous employer. I can't think of anything new and creative to add to my 30-second commercial. I'm rather surprised. I had expected the words and thoughts to flow more easily here, but it's actually a little bit harder to deliver a good 30-second commercial in a lucid dream than it is in reality. [So much for using all of your brain's potential while you're dreaming. Not for that purpose, anyway. I suppose my brain was also busy generating the scenery around me. Or maybe I just need to gain more dreaming experience. I don't know.]

There's another reason why I'm having difficulty practicing my 30-second commercial: I'm distracted by my stuffy nose, which is now running. I wipe it with a black paper napkin with white polka dots on it, remarking, “I didn't think dream bodies could get sick like this!” As I continue pacing the master bedroom, I think, I could try walking through that wall there if I wanted to, but I decide not to, because I have something more important to work on while I'm here.

I step forward far enough to see around the corner into the bathroom, to the left. I see the DC version of my mom there. She's wearing a light yellow T-shirt and is crouched down, apparently looking for something under the sink. I say, “Oh. Hi, Mom. I have this cold right now. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Just to let you know.”

She says something along the lines of, “Well, don't get it on me.” I turn away, looking back into the master bedroom, and discover that I can now see everything with perfect clarity. “Oh, now I can see!” I exclaim, slightly annoyed. I walk toward the other end of the room, aiming to explore beyond another doorway into another part of the house. [Stupidly,] I close my eyes, and then open my real eyes. I'm disappointed in myself when I realize that I've lost the dream by doing something that I know better than to do.

Dream - Lucid

I slept pretty hard last night, so a lot of my recall is shot till I had some dreams/FAs/weird experiences this morning. I do remember a fragment from the night though.

I was at my grandparents' house, smoking weed with my grandpa. I wasn't supposed to do it again for some reason, but I found some extra that I didn't know I had, and hid it away. I also almost took a whole bunch of my grandpa's weed, but decided against it.

~

I was in my high school's band room, but I think it was supposed to be elementary school. There were kids standing by the door, lining up like they were ready to go somewhere. The teacher, my old 2nd grade teacher to be exact, was standing at a podium at the front of the room. It was very quiet, and I realized I was dreaming. I examined my hands, and counted 6 fingers on my right hand. I looked at one of the girls standing in the room, Chelsea, and I said

"Chelsea! I'm dreaming!"

She just looked at me and smiled. The look on her face and on the faces of all the other kids who were now staring at me, was one of pity, like I was crazy and they felt sorry for me, but they were going to humor me by smiling and keeping silent.

I examined my hands again to induce some clarity, but I felt myself losing the dream. I shouted "Increase vividness!", and I still felt like I was losing the dream, but a little more slowly now. I felt one of the chairs closest to me, and felt the hard plastic material it was made out of. I started to fly through the ceiling, when I woke up into an FA.

I woke up in my bed, and looked at my phone for the time. 8:30, right when I was supposed to get up. One of our cats, Pounce, walked into the room and jumped on my bed. I pet her a little, and she started to scratch herself. She drooled everywhere (she drools in waking life, haha). I said "Are you drooling, Pouncer?". Her drool got all over one of my green school notebooks that she was sitting on. I looked up, and there was a TV in front of me, with some weird episode of Family Guy where everyone looked like purple aliens.

After this, I really woke up. Tossed and turned a bit to get a little more sleep before I had to get up.

~

I woke up again, this time to my alarm going off. I looked at my phone. 8:30. I tried to turn the alarm off, which was barely going off in the first place, and ended up accidentally resetting it to go off. I finally got it turned off, and got up to get in the shower.

I entered the bathroom. It was very dim, and the sinks were missing. It was also bigger than my waking life bathroom. I went to turn on a light switch, but the wall around it was covered in these light brown moving spots. I went to the other side of the bathroom to try to use the other light switch, but it too was surrounded by these light brown moving spots. I wondered to myself if they were bugs. I repeated the process of going back and forth a couple of times, now trying to turn on a light to see if the spots really were bugs. I decided that they were, even though I never got to touch the light switches to see for sure. I thought to myself "I could go to another bathroom without these bugs in it if I were dreaming."

Then, I was in my bed, but it took me a minute to figure out where I was. There was a mirror behind me, but when I tried to sit up to look in it, I couldn't see my reflection. In fact, moving itself was a chore. I could barely keep my eyes open, they were very heavy. I was trying to look around, but it was so difficult to keep my eyes open, just looking around my room was a chore. I closed them for a minute, but forced them open again, because I knew I'd wake up if I closed them. I wondered if I was having an OBE. I tried to fly, but couldn't. My body felt very heavy. I fell onto the floor, still with my eyes struggling to stay open. I don't remember seeing my body on the bed, so I was then very unsure of what was really going on. I knew I wasn't awake. I then got up off the floor, put my feet on the edge of the bed, and was lying down in midair, with nothing supporting my weight but my feet on the edge of the bed.

Very strange experience...very strange indeed.

So I decided I should try WILD/WBTB. Before going to sleep I reminded myself that if I wake up I will attempt them. So I woke up at 3:40 AM And I know that it takes me about an hour to fall back asleep. So I blabla and thought about lucid dreaming.

Im at S's yard throwing green biobags to the neighbours yard and wiping my ass with them. Then A walks by and I find out that hes grandpa is one of the neighbours. Then theres this guy at the other neighbours yard and he starts nagging about how I throw the bags to his yard and he says "Theres a garbage bin right next to you throw them there" I turn and am about to throw them there when he says "No not that one the other one". At this point I get this idea that I will remove him from my dream, but im not lucid yet. So I wish him to disappear and he does. And BAM! I become lucid. I feel excited and I feel this rush of excitement coming nearer (The dreamscape changes at this point), I try to calm down but I wake up...
I have noticed that couple of LD's Ive had in these past months have been really short that I havent had the time to react to the dream anyhow, I almost instantly wake up. I think that it might be because usually when I think about becoming lucid all these methods about stabilizing the dream come running into my head and thats what wakes me up. So this night Im going to try WBTB again but now just concentrate to becoming lucid, not extending it. I'll try to forget every thought of stabilizing the dream, so I hope that when I become lucid I wont get this same feeling Ive had....


Im in this shower place where the ceramic tiles are blue and its pretty cool looking. P is nake in the shower and Im doing something on a laptot. Then P reminds me how I did him in the ass . I have this weird feeling that theres something hostile going on.


Im at the zero floor of our school where our Biology class is. Im waiting to get into the classroom. Ja and Ju come and start carrying me around and its attracting Jul's attention. They carry me around and let me go and I notice I have something weird in my mouth which I start to spit out. KM (teacher) comes and asks whats the problem so I just say that it was just joke nothing harmful. Im in the biology classroom and AA comes to fight me (playfully) so I say that hes embarrassing me. Im in the class and our teacher is wearing glasses and laughing. We find out that we have a test from social studies next lesson. We are at the hallway again and waiting to get to the biology classroom because the social studies test is being held there. We are all studying for the test wheb MV(teacher) comes asks me something then she says that "You should write it like that, youll get better points" and showed me how. T replied "Why wont you tell me those kind of answers" And then we were joking with the teacher and some younger students were smiling to us.

note to self: do not let crazy life hamper my progress. i'm tired of having to start over. dream from a few months ago that was semi lucid. i was at work and it started to tstorm. i remember being cal at firt but the parking lot was floding a litle. i had to move my car. i ran out side and lightning struck near me. i imediatly relised i was dreaming but i was stil so terrified i couldnt pull myself out of it. i made it to my car moved it up to the door of my work and ran back inside. i woke up. subconcious 1 : me 1. so out of 2 nightmares about storms or tornados i've gone lucid during 1 and lost it in 1. i wil win this fight

07.02.2011

Trying to meet Amity (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I entered the dream fully lucid. I had a previous dream, also lucid at the very end (I only recall talking with two dancers and turning lucid) then I decided to L-DEILD.

I was in town and it was not as sunny as usual on my lucid dreams. I focused right away on meeting with Amity. I started to fly, visualizing our meeting place.

I felt double consciousness and lost lucidity thinking I would wake up. I was going to borrow a car to drive and meet Amity. I was worried about scratching the car, then, I realized that it was a dream car. I focused on Amity once more.

One cat jumped on me and woke me up.

Lucid dreams dealing with coded symbols
All of my lucid dreams are of a strange nature dealing with coded symbols like like Chinese radicals. ( Mind you that these dreams started to occur prior to the Matrix movies.)

In the 1st dream these radicals would morph into simple geometric shapes like a line, a square, a circle.

In the next dream the the simple shapes morphed into their 3D counter parts. In the dream after that the 3D objects morphed into actual images of cars, houses, trees and people.

The dreams stopped after that for a few years then they picked up again.

In the 4th dream there was a stone statue of a face (like a Buddha) devoid of any expression, it started to morph, the face showing all facial expressions, happiness, sadness, surprise, concern, kindness, anger, ect.

In the 5th dream there was an image of an organic type of pyramid with the thought that it was a pyrmidical neuron. (I never heard of such a thing, internet research showed there was such a thing!)

In the 6th dream (prior to the movie Eagle Eye) there were all these like TV screens of people the screen were moving back and forth and i was able to bring a few into the foreground but they would slip away there were a countless number of them.

In the 7th dream there were these tiles (like domino tiles) with numbers on them. The numbers started to morph very quickly.

In the 8th dream there were these red sheet of paper with writing on them though written in alpha characters and were vividly clear i could not read them.

What will come next i do not know....(?)

I dreamt I was a familiar demon in old Salem where I was teaching a small group of young women how to perform magic. I showed them how to magically lock a door, how to fly above the roof tops and how to spy upon their neighbors without being seen. For this and other services I would provide they had to seal the deal with a kiss upon the tip of my phallus. There was a lot more to the dream but it was mostly props and window dressing of the small village and surrounding woodlands. This was a semi lucid dream as are most of my dreams, I knew I was dreaming but I wasn't compelled to take an active hand in controlling the dream.

Plans: My plans for this night involved becoming lucid, as usual, and meeting up with MoSh to continue a much neglected series of Hogwarts dreams that we had been having a while back that involved the two of us in the Tri-School Wizard Tournament. We had completed two of the tasks… one where we had to make our way across an obstacle range, and another where we had to sneak past a dragon to grab a golden egg, much like the first task in the book Goblet of Fire. Other tasks included the other Hogwarts, where I was supposed to be teaching a class… Q says we can use a bit of time travel to pick up where we left off in both of the Hogwarts worlds… and also to complete tasks from the TotY on DV, the tasks for LPTC, tasks of the month on DV and MM… my own list of goals… wow… o.O

Epic Fail
I am at school, sitting at my desk, waiting for class to start. The instructor is Mr. Chappell, also known as Mr. C, and he is actually one of my favorite instructors. He is passing papers back out, announcing everyone's grade, and I am in line to get mine. I peek ahead and see an 84% on my paper. When I get to the front he hands mine back silently, I wonder why he didn't announce my grade. He says he didn't think I would want him to, I look and see the paper has a 54% on it… an 'F' when I had seen a 'B' there earlier! I ask why the low grade, he says I didn't answer the question properly. I take out the assignment sheet and show him that I did, and I answered it following my notes. He says I didn't even take notes, I say I did so. He says to show them to him, so I go back to my seat and get the notes. I say my paper should at least earn a 'C' even if I did misunderstand the assignment. He reluctantly boosts my grade to a 70%, and says everyone who got an 'F' on the assignment will now get a 'C' instead.


My Last Breath
Note: This one fulfills the Mortal Mist Basic Challenge for the month of February, which is to meet dreambot or, alternatively, to complete one of your own goals. Healing the Longbottoms has been a goal of mine that I have attempted in the past, tonight I completed it!

I am at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, and I am at the breakfast table. I eat waffles… yum… I am lucid, so I eat plenty of them with lots of butter and syrup since I don't have to count points for these. Just as a note, I am on the Weight Watchers program, so I count points for everything I eat. I finish and wander over by the Gryffindor table to see if MoSh is there. Neville is saying he will be out of the school for the day, but since it is Sunday, it isn't important. He is telling Harry and Hermione this. Maybe he's going to St. Mungo's to visit his parents… perfect opportunity. I follow him, and he does go to St. Mungo's. I follow him to his parents' room, but he sees me before he goes in. He seems embarrassed that I found him there, asks me not to tell anyone. I say he shouldn't be embarrassed of the condition in they're in, but proud of the fact they stood their ground in the face of such opposition. And now it is time for them to be healed. He looks questioning, but I say I have been trying to heal them, and I think he is the key to breaking through, will you help me? Of course he will! Though he doesn't seem too hopeful… We go in, the healers are glad to see both of us, I use the song My Last Breath by Evanescence. I encourage Neville to help me with the spell, he joins in, and it seems he is a natural healer, contributing much energy to the spell. We use it on his mother first, she recognizes him, and there is a brief tearful reunion. That can wait, one healing left to do. We use the song on his father with similar results. Now there is a three-way tearful reunion from which I quietly excuse myself. I figure that is a private moment, and I don't really want to be part of it anyway.


The Secret of the Egg
Back at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, sitting at the dinner table is when Dumbledore brings up the subject of the tournament again. He says he hopes we are all making good progress on decoding the messages our eggs have to give us. Draco is beside me and he mutters that the egg sounds like someone torturing a hippogryph rather than a message any human could understand… I remember that the way to listen to the egg is underwater. I want to see if MoSh is there this time, so I wander over to the Gryffindor table. Neville is excitedly telling anyone who will listen that his parents are better and they will be visiting next weekend, he can't wait for everyone to meet them. MoSh is also there, as is Asuka, they are sitting next to each other getting a bit too touchy-feely for a public school… and if it wasn't for Neville, they would probably be gathering an audience. I say hi to MoSh, and he says hello, I ask if they have listened to their egg yet. He says no, this is the first time he has been back, Harry has been procrastinating, and Hermione has yet to figure it out. She has been spending her time researching all the strangest languages she could possibly think of. Of course that doesn't do it. We decide to listen to the egg in the lake, since there are both men and women in each group. I tell Draco I have an idea for the egg, and we go down to the lake. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and MoSh are there, too. I briefly think Ron is like a lost puppy following the others around even though he is not in the tournament. Draco thinks this is a weird place to take the egg. I tell him to get in the water with me, then duck under. He looks at me like he thinks I am nuts. Harry and Ron also think MoSh is nuts, but a look of realization is dawning on Hermione's face. She says of course, the density of the water will alter the sound the egg makes… maybe it's not a foreign language after all. We get in the water and go under, I open my egg. It is indeed speaking English now, it describes how to get to the bottom of the lake, follow a maze of passages, and get to the goal. Draco has to surface a few times for air, I breathe water without even thinking about it. When I surface, Draco asks if I am part fish… how long can I hold my breath, anyway? Ron, Harry, and Hermione are staring wide-eyed at MoSh, still underwater, and then he surfaces. Ron is stunned, he says, "Blimey! I've never seen anyone but a fish stay underwater that long!" To top it off, neither MoSh nor I are even winded. I can breathe water to get to the goal, I will have to figure out some way for Draco to do it. MoSh will be able to help Harry and Hermione better than any gillyweed!


Until It Sleeps
I am at the Hogwarts where I am supposed to teach a class, but I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to be doing because I can't remember where in the curriculum the class is right now! I look through a book called Out of the Darkness by Raven Knight as the students are coming into the class, I figure I haven't taught them any healing spells yet, so I will start with that. I open the book to the song Until It Sleeps by Metallica. I explain the use of the song to the class… how it can be used to calm rage and anger from someone's heart, put the rage and anger to sleep. I also explain that if someone is doing horrible things because they are in pain, not physical pain, but internal pain… emotional pain, spiritual pain… this song will take that pain away. After the song, they will go back to acting like their true selves. Of course if their true self happens to be an asshole, they will still be an asshole after the song. It won't change that. It is meant to heal someone, not to transform who they really are, since that is a choice everyone has a right to make for themselves. I show the spell to everyone in the class, and this goes smoothly with no unexpected difficulties.

Just short snippets from a ld I had the other night.

I am in a New House, Ihave not been here before I feel a fresh feeling to the area. I am talking with some friends, one girl blond hair, maybe 17 or so, and two men. I seem to know them but only within the dream.

I feel that tingle that something here is not quite reality then there is a breach in the dream and I see a ripple in the air above my head, the ripple opens further and another version of myself flys through the ripple.

I talk with myself without words, aware that I am dreaming I fly upwards with my otherself and move through the ripple in space. as we pass through the watery portal I find myself in another room, the room is small, the layout is odd and not normal for reality, is there are no doors, the walls are white with pillars with paintings on the wall. My otherself talks with me, slowly reminding me how to lucid dream, how to control the enviroment and how to alter my perception and with it the world. I fly around the room slowly, moving around to just get the feel of it and test my control over my body and the environment. Feelings of elation surface

My other self talks further, I do not recall what was said but we fly upwards towards the roof, it shimmers and we pass through it and I find myself moving through memories. I am searching for or re experiencing something as I am guided through a world of living emotion. After time, I find the world around me shifting, molding itself into another dream scape. I am now standing on a hill side, thick and hard stone under my feet, the world around me is cold there is snow on the ground but this world is not lifeless. In this world I talk with old friends and about current relationships, I am planning an engagement as I feel my lucidity slip in and out and the dream scape flows through my mind. I am not fighting the feeling, instead letting the memory and though flow through me.

I gently awake. Smile and fall back asleep

This morning 3 WILD's Apparently I need to work on lengthening my dreams.
The first one, I got off the couch and noticed my socks had changed to black nylons. I was definitely dreaming. The dream faded to black after half a minute.
The second immediately after the first, I got off the couch again, this time I was wearing shorts instead of pants. I shouted, "Increase Lucidity!" Nothing happened that I could tell. I went into the next room and looked in the mirror. I felt really tired, so I said to myself, " Be more awake!" I went over to the window and felt the side of the wood. It was splintery. I saw shadows move and red eyes, but just my cat appeared thankfully. Then I thought of how much expectation matters in dreams, and what if I thought that cat was dead? Then the cat fell on her back and died! Poor kitty! I had to look away even though it wasn't real. Then I thought of where I wanted to go and spun around. Nothing happened and the dream faded to black.
The third dream I don't even remember because it was so short.

I was walking through the hallways of my old elementary school. I'm not sure what triggered me, but suddenly I realized that I was dreaming. I came across a friend of mine in the hallway. "Hey! I'm dreaming!" I exclaimed. He laughed and said "what are you talking about?" and then slid through a nearby door.

I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together. It worked briefly and the rubbing of my hands felt so real. Unfortunately it didn't last for long, and the dream slowly faded.

My lucidity was short lived, but it was still exciting.