lucid

This was an Astral Projection mislabeled as a dream. I did this last night and still remember every single aspect of it, as the average dream recall only lasts about 4 minutes after waking up, I find this to be proof positive that I indeed projected. There were other characters there and it feels like I know them. The event starts as I am watching rocks fall from the sky and absolutely crush anything in their path. The trees were just demolished and I could hear the crushing and breaking, and smell the insides of the trees, the leaves and the feeling of sheer devastation. I was standing alongside a road and could see the giant rocks as they fell all over the sky. Some were small and I dodged them as they came in my direction. The smell of the topsoil being turned as they hit the earth and buried themselves or skidded along and ripped the ground apart was in the air. I slid down the embankment to avoid being hit by another rock as other people were running for their lives. I never saw any fireballs. I found this odd. I was talking to another person there and we were trying to figure out what it was. We decided it was either an asteroid belt or we were in the debris field of a passing planetary body. I said lets go see...and then I was aboard a mothership in earth's orbit. This thing was huge. It looked like a battleship but in space. We wandered all around inside and tried to open doors inside until we came upon a room filled with slabs of what looked like Ice, inside were people frozen. At least they looked like people. I turned a switch and they all woke up. I was talking to this short female with red hair and a striped shirt and told her lets go checkout this other room, with turned out to be a large open area like a locker room, when all the frozen people began walking in. There was a 7 foot talk black dude who started talking to me if I knew Mat Collins...( this dude i went to school with, who i really didn't like) I told they guy that Mat was dead, and that he died in Iraq.( I made that up, I don't know if he is really dead, but I don't like him and didn't give a shit about lying to the 7 foot tall alien dude. Then a bug came out of the corner of his mouth..a big roach came out of the corner of his mouth, and it was gross. He then opened his mouth which turned out to be a big as a basketball and the inside of his mouth had about 100 teeth and his tongue was the size of a toilet lid. There were about 20 or 30 bugs inside his mouth, I think they lived there..they just sort of crawled around in his mouth. It was this moment I realized this dude was a lower dimensional being and I was in the astral plane. He was trying to scare me, but it didn't work, I simply told him laters and me and the redhead female left the mothership. I went back to earth by thought, and the earth was on fire at this point. There was too much smoke to see and I gave up on the experience and woke up.

Created Friday 13 July 2018

Got some things to note, if incomplete recollection of such.

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At a school. I floated around for mundane reasons.

Dream 1 - End of the Ecumenical Temple

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a supermarket with my brother and sister. I wander out of the place through one of several side exits, most of which were blocked by the store's shelves.

Next, I made my way through city streets, an area near the courts, if all the people in formal wear and in judge's robes were any indication. I myself was wearing the latter, yet still knew better than to think I was suited for such a role. Anyway, I float above a transit bridge and over the other side of a building. Near that was a smaller, antiquated structure, a place that I'd supposedly (co)owned. This was known as an 'Ecumenical Temple', a multi-religious establishment shared by a Protestant denomination, Eastern Orthodox Christians, and, I believe, Modern Orthodox Jews.

Apparently, I belonged in some fancy schmancy intellectual cabal, to whom I pitched the idea of starting said religious site as part of a social experiment. From its inception, the temple gained city-wide acclaim as a monument to tolerance and multiculturalism, not to mention the influx of membership. Thus, it came to a big surprise when the clergy, just over a year since this began, unanimously agreed to abandoning the place. They never explained why, though if I had to guess, they probably secretly resented each other.

I later regrouped with the cabal, the meeting taking place in a cozy lounge. One member was a short, balding man. Another looked very similar, or perhaps even was, S. Epatha Merkenson. We discussed what we'd do with the building. There was talk of converting it into a 'Public Center for Philosophical Learning', which, as I understood, was really more of a nuanced library. I opted we add Mathematics into the mix of subjects. The whole pitch fell flat on the basis of several other members looking for "something more practical".

I woke up soon afterwards. Unwitting dream transition while recalling the above.

Dream 2 - Oblivious Interloper

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was floating over a suburban neighborhood during dusk. Thought this was just a daydream initially, but I caught on soon enough.

I barged into a random 1-story house. There dwelled a typical nuclear family, all lounging around, not taking any notice of me at all. Off in the corner, a small boy was playing pretend by himself. He hides in the AC closet, only to find he wasn't alone. Out appeared a slim, fair skinned, black haired young woman in her early twenties, dressed only in a tanktop and boy shorts. She smiles reassuringly to the startled child, whom gazed warily at her. Once he was more or less calmed, the girl hurried off to a nearby room. I fly in after her.

Inside was an unkempt bedroom, mattress and random junk on the floor. The girl was rummaging around unheeded, seemingly out of curiosity rather than covetousness. Before she could spot me, I shrunk myself, intending to go to an inch high, but only getting down to about 12 inches or so. I stood still and observed, waiting to find out just what this girl's deal was. Just when I thought I'd gone unnoticed, the giant suddenly kneeled down and took hold of me. Given her mischievous smile, she seemed to already know I was there the whole time. I somehow slipped out of her grasp, and ran off. Once again, I'd assumed I was in the clear, only for her to press me down on the floor. The dream collapsed seconds later.

As usual, I find myself lucid in a dream without being able to remember how it happened. I am on a stage, a raised platform at one end of a tall, rectangular room with no windows and a door at the far end—picture a racquetball court and you’ll have a pretty good idea of the layout and size. The area where I am is lit while the area where the audience is sitting is darker, with some light shining in from the doorway.

I’m singing up here and simultaneously trying my hardest to get my bouzouki to show up so I can accompany myself on it. I look around the stage area periodically, whenever I get the chance, but it just doesn’t seem to be turning up. I notice a couple guys in the audience heading for the door. Annoyed, I will them back to their seats, but they seem to sense what I’m doing and bolt. Oh, well.

In the meantime, though, my efforts to materialize myself some accompaniment seem to have paid off. There is now an array of stringed and fretted instruments in the center of the stage, a dozen or so, leaning against stands or lying on chairs. Many of them are exotic instruments I don’t recognize, and unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a bouzouki among them. I settle for the closest match— some kind of lute, judging by the angled neck and larger body. Maybe I can intend it to have a string configuration I can work with. I pick it up and sit down in the chair it was on to play. I was singing “Greensleeves” before, and so I start again from the beginning, this time accompanying myself.

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously…

This is more like it. It seems to work best if I don’t focus too much on what I’m doing with my hands and let it take care of itself, like a spot of localized non-lucidity.

Partway through the song, though, I find myself in another room—there seems to be a small memory gap, but I’m guessing this was a false awakening I managed to identify as another dream straightaway. This room is very similar to the one I was just in—it could be the same one if not for the lack of a raised stage area and the fact that there is now a door where the opening was. It’s a metal door painted bright green.

The room is empty apart from a mat on the floor which is furnished like a bed. Looking at it stirs faint memories of sleepovers with friends—nice memories, ones I haven’t thought about in a long time. Much of the wooden floor is covered by a rug patterned with dragons—the Asian sort—in red, blue and green. As I look at it, they move and shift in mesmerizing ways, and the perspective flattens a little as the rug occupies my field of vision. I think to myself: I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming. I don’t want to get so absorbed in it that I lose awareness.

I look away to consider the door and what might be beyond it. Thoughts come to me—memories, almost, if I took them more seriously—of rooms and people beyond. But that’s a rather serious-looking door.

I wake up.

(11.7.18)

Felt like I had 2 lucids right after the other.
First might have been a false awakening because I was in my apartment. I thought I heard people talking outside. I looked at the window and thought it was broken. I was worried that my cat might have got out.

Next I was literally flying down a dirt trail somewhere. I noticed rock formations that looked like hands. It was day time then it became evening and as I was still flying I saw lots of birds flying in the distance. During the flying dream I was aware enough to think to myself what I saw so I would remember my flying dream when I woke up.

Trying to get serious about lucid dreaming again.

Created Monday 09 July 2018

Well, it was quite a morning. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Walking around the neighborhood as part of my exercise routine during daytime. I later fly around instead. Several people claimed this was the sign of bad omens, and pressed me to deal with it.

Dream 1 - Eldritch Future Samurai Woman

The visuals were a bit dim. I was driving around an altered version of town during twilight. I stop at a small plaza by 88th St and 97th Ave. Not a few seconds in, I was confronted by an older rural white man, who requested that I leave the area. Although outwardly well mannered, he was seething with contempt. Indeed, he casually produced a less than subtle warning in the form of a shotgun.

Soon, a black sedan pulled up. Out steps a brown haired, light skinned man in a black suit, an intelligence officer, no doubt. In fact, I supposedly served for him as a CI. The agent spoke of a map he'd procured, of which marked the location of an incoming threat. Meanwhile, the old bigot was getting violently impatient. Having bigger things to worry about, the agent and I regrouped at a nearby condo complex to resume our discussion.

Eventually, we departed towards the a bridge in the city's bay, the above mentioned destination. Empty vehicles blocked the road, many appearing worn from years of disuse. Such an eerie sight. Just then, another figure stepped out, a slight Asiatic woman encased in white, futuristic body armor stylized as those of the Samurai. "You have nothing to worry about", she asserts. "The threat has been neutralized".

That's when she revealed eldritch powers of her own. From the depths rose a gigantic, two-headed demon in her likeness, one head black, the other white. The mysterious woman steps inside of it, her body dissolving and melding into the creature. In a similar fashion, the monster ripples out of existence. The alarm then woke me up.

Dream 2 - Assassin Vines

WILD transition in bed. Like usual, I roll off the bed with my eyes closed. It took a lot longer than usual to actually get off the mattress, and an atypical additional two-minutes spent spinning in nothingness before I finally landed on the floor.

Next, I head to the lounge, waiting out some blurriness. I overheard various housemates supposedly up and about, but I ignored that. Anyway, I walk out the front door, only to find an endless hallway where the neighborhood should be. This sight would've collapsed the dream entirely, had I not reacted with thorough hand rubbing.

Once I came to, I find myself outside proper, just past the driveway and on the road, a dawn sky above. I look around, taking in this vivid view. That's when I noticed an odd tree where the swietenia should've been. I approach it for a better look. Although the same height and having similar foliage as the aforementioned tree, its trunk was more similar to that of a palm, being straighter, narrower, and having fuzzy bark.

As in a previous dream, I attempted to shape it in the form of my guide, E. The tree soon giggled. Seconds later, a patch of thorned, half-wilted vines slithered their way from the top, pressing onto me in a most uncomfortable embrace. In response, I Shouted 'Yol Toor Shuul' at these vile orchids, intending to shoot fire at them, only to get a bit of smoke. I then Shouted a desperate 'Fus' as a last resort. The resulting gusts loosened the vines momentarily, allowing me to pull away to safety.

Things destabilized soon afterwards, and the dream ended. DEILD transition one minute later.

Dream 3 - Joy and Violence

Scene 1 - A Touching Moment
Back in bed, eyes shut. While awaiting a transition, I imagined E appearing at my side. Soon enough, I did indeed feel someone tugging at me nearby. No doubt my guide, given her distinct voice and the, uh, abundantly feminine shape I could so plainly sense. We rolled ourselves into an embrace, then into the void. A... shall we say, 'touching', moment followed.

Once settled, the environment began destabilizing. I was sorely disappointed of this. E chuckled. "Don't worry", she said. "Your dream isn't over yet." I was finally able to see her spectral form, only to watch her fade away promptly.

I found myself in a darkened endless plane, beige tiles forming the floor. A figure then popped up ahead of me, a generic 3d model of hairless man in a tux. On a lark, I provoked him into a fight, a good old fashioned brawl. Well, good for me, anyway; the other guy didn't seem to feel the same way. I eventually got the upper hand. As such, the polygon man scurried off.

Just then, someone threw random junk at me from behind and above. I looked back to find a small stone tower, probably only 15 ft in height. Reckoned some Shouts would put a stop to this. I yelled "Fus", but nothing happened. So, I tried "Yol Toor Shuul" again. An unseen heat wave struck the center of the tower. In the blink of an eye, a fiery explosion burst from within, instantly collapsing the structure.

Unknown transition momentarily.

Scene 2 - Hall of the Evil Successor
The visuals were a bit blurred. Still lucid. I had the form of an unknown muscled anime guy. Notably, I controlled him from a 3rd person view, while simultaneously hearing and feeling as if from my own perspective. The sight around me was of a hellish place, a dark hall built of skulls and ruin. Kenshiro was seated on a throne in the distance. Or rather, a corrupt and evil version of the character, a demonic aura emanating from his eyes. Guarding him were the ghosts of some of his most powerful friends and enemies.

Welp, good enough pretext as any for a fight. I rush through the hall, charging through anyone in my path. First up was Shin, who easily fell in one blow. Raoh and Souther then attacked in pair. I darted between their attacks, tripping each of them up before delivering a finishing blow. Next up was Rei, distinctly the only living being there besides Kenshiro himself. He was likewise more durable then the others. It took a rapid barrage of punches to finally bring him down.

Just as the boss fight was a bout to start, the dream suddenly collapsed.

I went to bed a little before 9. I found some funny videos online and then played two Pokemon Battles before 8:30 and then got to bed. I didn't do waking life recall.

I remember something about Goku fighting Frieza at the football field. There were more details in these early dreams I didn't re-remember.

I remember something about walking through the woods. And a "Wobbuffet Wall" which was a wall with lots of little places to get a foot or a hand hold and climb up. They were barely an inch wide of surface but I was able to use them to climb. Getting down was tricky. I couldn't get a good footing on the way down.

I remember a part where I got a new laptop. I was trying to dial in to the Saturday W A meeting. I kept telling my sister that I wouldn't be available until after the meeting but she kept trying to talk to me.

I remember something about needing a second access code to enter the meeting. And something about being excluded from "the park". I wanted to get into the meeting but couldn't.

I originally remembered more of these dreams but didn't re-remember them due to mind wandering.

I went back to sleep again, which surprised me. I remember some non-lucid dreams before becoming lucid.

I had a dream that I had started a diet soda habit. I wondered how long it had been since I picked this up. It took me a while to realize that it contained sweeteners. That was when I was in nana's den. I started to worry.

I remember being in the front lawn, doing something with the grass. I was thinking about a beverage that tasted like alcohol but didn't contain any alcohol. And telling people at A A about it. It wasn't non-alcoholic beer, which still contains some alcohol.

I remember packing up to move. I was either at 24 or 15. I had most of my stuff ready to go. My mom said not to hurry because we had a whole year before we had to be fully moved. 'A year?' I thought. 'That's a long time! How did they keep both houses for so long?'

I remember dreaming that I woke up in the back of my dad's van as he drove to work. I thought I had asked him to bring me for the drive. We were on a really windy back road. I wondered if it was safe to drive so fast. We reached a point where some rocks tumbled down, and he had to back out. I used telekinesis to move the rocks off the road, without knowing it was a dream. They were giant boulders.

I remember a false awakening kind of thing. I was looking at my own forehead, and saw that I had many red pimples. I began to count them. There were around 15.

'Is this really my forehead?' I thought. 'Maybe I will try a finger palm test.' Sure enough, my finger went through, and I was lucid in the dream world. There was some plastic on the wall ahead of me. In this beginning part, I couldn't move much. I just stayed still and slightly looked around. Eventually I tried moving and the dream collapsed.

The dream started back up, though. I remember a glass window. There were some asian people in a room, about to be served food. I wanted food. They seemed to be looking at me through the glass. I jumped right through the glass, phasing through it, and that surprised them!

I sat with the two asian people, hoping to be brought food. An older woman brought out two meals. She gave one to one of the people and one to me, but skipped the middle person. I felt bad. The food must have been just for those two, so I got up to go find food elsewhere.

After walking around a little, I found a shopping center kind of thing. For some time, it became a video game interface. I got food, but didn't really experience eating it because it was more of a video game thing.

Then there was something about a history lesson the people there were hiding from me. I didn't push them to tell me. I just went looking for more dream food.

I walked over to an office place with a receptionist desk out front. At the desk there was some kind of clock thing. Two people were waiting for an appointment, a man and a woman. The woman had two plates which each had a big pile of dough balls. One of the sets of dough balls had powdered sugar and the other didn't. I asked for some and she shared. They were delicious!

I was surprised that the dream continued. I had a pull-up competition with a guy accross from me. He started doing them faster than I could, and won the competition.

I think I walked off somewhere down a sidewalk to find more places in the dream and woke up.

I finished the outline around 9:30 A M, meaning I actually slept enough for a change. That last sleep cycle made a big difference. Until today I was having trouble with being up too early and unable to get back to sleep.

I found myself in my old house in father room where my mom and dad were talking. I get up and open the door and close it back once the thought occured that I must be dreaming. I turn around to look at my father as still everything felt real but I knew this was apart of the vivid dream. I open the front door in to the living and approach the back door, the door I use many times to leave the house to begin my lucid dream.

I could see the lock was already unlock which would be odd but this only confirmed to that I was in a dream. I open it and walk out to see that it was maybe night but it was really breath taking. When I look to the dark sky there was 3 suns in the sky in different angles that gave it this solar eclipse look. I walk outside on the grass and immediately saw two men in trench coats walking about to confront each other.

I decided to turn the other way in till my lucidity started to fade and for some reason I got the feeling it would return if I continue the original path I was on. I continue walking that direction in till I step in something that made me realize I was in quick sand. Out of no where not able to tell from their appearance as it was also shrouded in a cowboy hat and trench coat. Said hey Anfernee, I look up and said hello to the person on a horse that was able to float. Then I notice the building they were standing on.

Wasn't able to tell by their voice either if it was a man or a woman. The person ask me if I needed help. I said yes and soon they had this wrench that was quite long brought down to me. I had my hand out and I could tell this person was seriously trying to help me from the quick sand. It was interesting to me to see a dream character care so much about helping me. I was able to get out of it and thank the shrouded person. I then ask how did they know my name.

The person said I don't know this stuff is weird. Lol I understand the feeling. Another person with a cowboy hat appeared to me and I could now see the people faces. It look like I was in a western old style town. Everyone was dress in a old style way. I thought it was cool and I was told by this person to go to the customer serve to identify myself. I did so and notice people taking phone calls and filling out sheets.

I approach one woman talking on the phone but notice she was busy. I decided to walk around to find more available area's in till I false awaken.

Created Friday 06 July 2018

Got a fragment and a brief DILD to note.

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Riding in a crowded vehicle. A cousin was there.

Working in my old job at the gas station. Had trouble reloading some new coffee machines. At the register, a teenaged girl handed me a suspicious credit cart. The back was blank, while the front had a picture of herself, and, more pertinently, my name (last name first). No doubt this was a dream. Rubbed my fingers on the card and shouted to affirm the state. I then tried changing the girl into my guide, E, but the dream collapsed.

Sprry I haven't posted in so long. I still have recall issues and motivation issues. Here are some dreams I recall over the week.

Strange

Just a dream where everything is sped up. There is driving out in the country side, Going to towns like didsbury and olds. Jamie is outside the dream bubble trying to pry herself in. Sometimes it's like she's projected into the dream.

Jamie again

A dream where Jamie is driving me around the same area. She keeps taking wrong turns I tell her we're on our way to see my dad an my brother. She violently turns the car around again and says, "Those people are horrible to you! We are NOT going there!" I appreciate she is trying to protect me. But i try and explain I still visit them at least once a year shortly.

Very short Lucid


I'm with my brother running outside. I start making ramps like in fortnite This makes me lucid for a while but I just let the dream play out.

Gary

Some dream where I run into my old friend from chilliwack, Gary. We are in some random house, can't tell if it's his or mine. I am trying to tell him I just had a binch of dreams with him in it, but he's shrugging them off.

Argument

I was in some clubhouse where all these strange old men were. One tall guy with a really fake wig starts yelling at me about something. He is scary I yell at him back but can't remember what about.

Field

Just a dream of walking in a tall grass field in the summer time. There are all these flowers a bit like sunflowers around.

Created Thursday 05 July 2018

Got a decent DILD and two fragments to note. I probably could've remembered more of the last fragment, if I wasn't so distracted.

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At home. I was 'daydreaming' about my guide, E. Suddenly, I was in the shower with her as a tiny figure, almost accidentally getting myself squashed. That cat then woke me up.

Dream 1 - Unusual Sense of Fulfillment

Scene 1 - Happiness Without Success (and Some Bumps)
The visuals were dim. I falsely awaken in bed in the middle of the night. Got up and went to the lounge, where I realized the dream. But, I was too exhausted to continue, and dropped dead on the floor.

Rewind with rapid awareness. I get up and head to the front door. Tried just walking right through, but couldn't. Things were hazing up. I pretty much banged my head on the door for half a minute before I simply opened it. Upon taking one step outside, I began to thoroughly rub my hands/the environment, going on for a minute for absolute certainty. This gave me extreme clarity and stability within this state.

I slowly walk out of the complex. While sightseeing, I attempted various personal tasks/stunts. No luck with any of them, save for unexpectedly finding that I was then fully dressed in casual wear. And yet, I felt oddly content, perhaps even fulfilled. After a simple 5-minute stroll through part of the block, I decided to head back home and go straight to bed.

Home again. Awareness lost. I rummaged around in the kitchen, when I heard someone knocking on the door. My brother, Theseus appeared from upstairs to answer. There, I overheard him loudly arguing with supposed neighbor's of ours. I ignored most of this. Later, I walk out the place again. Seeing myself in underwear granted me awareness. That's when my 'neighbors' directed their gripes at me. They complained that my previous walk frightened their grandson, of whom was playing outside. Why a kid would be doing such in the middle of the night is beyond me. Anyway, I assured them the impossibility of such, what with it being my dream, and all, and headed back inside. They responded with nasty insinuations of my character, greatly upsetting me.

Things get unclear. Lost lucidity. I complain about the above with my siblings. This looped back, along with part of the stroll. There's thoughts of having revenge against those neighbors, if not acting out on such. Unknown transition. Possible reentry.

Scene 2 - Come Fly With Me
Similar visuals as above. I was walking around the neighborhood, this time accompanied with my brother, Adrian. Soon, I noticed the last parts of "Come Fly With Me" sounding in the backward, instantly resparking awareness. Per the song's title, I grabbed my bro, then flew us past the trees and far above into the night sky. Not too clear on other things. I know I head west, and probably mention a trip to the water park. Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - "Showing Off to Grandma"
The visuals were brighter but slightly blurrier. I was in a forested area, hurrying through a daytime thunderstorm. Adrian was with me yet again. Soon, we arrived at the side entrance of a mansion, supposedly a place we occupied. We take a moment to take off and rinse our outer garments before entering. Something about this retriggers awareness.

We look around the place, passing an entire banquet hall, as well as a space filled with mannequins in fancy late 19th century wear. Then, while turning a corner, I met up with my long deceased great grandma, who appeared far more active and in better health than I'd ever seen her. This gets me to float around in a meditative pose, though with some difficulty. Mom then appeared, and feigns outrage at my "showing off to grandma". The dream collapsed soon after.

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Playing through and reviewing a CPS2 Marvel game. Marvel Super Heroes, maybe?

I'm walking around a house when I become aware that I'm dreaming. I remember the task, "Declare that clapping your hands always changes one fundamental rule of the world. Test it out until you have visible results."
I give my declaration and begin clapping while continuing to walk. At first, nothing happens. Then, I notice that every time I move, a trail is left behind for a few seconds before disappearing. I continue clapping and find I can walk through objects with no resistance.
I continue walking and walk into a bathroom and look into the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I begin losing lucidity as my appearance begins morphing into an increasingly frightening image.

So as I was tired and a little down on myself while I was sitting in a lawn chair outside I decided to take a nap just to get some rest. I found that I entered a dream consciously without even meaning to.

I was standing in a kind of dream like those fake happy dreams they always portray in the movies - There was just a flat ground covered in grass, and you couldn't see too far because it dropped off into a peaceful white fog. I was not wearing shoes and I could feel the moist grass under my feet and in between my toes. I was wearing a white floral dress and I was walking around in this happy, blissful trance. After I walked for a bit I came to a white stone wall, and found a full length mirror on it. When I looked in it it really helped improve my self image, because despite my usual feelings of inadequacy about my appearance, in that moment I just felt absolutely beautiful. And the image of me in the mirror seemed pretty accurate to my real features, so the good feeling lasted quite a while after I woke up from the dream.

I started skipping along and I decided I wanted to try to summon a dream character. I found myself expecting a hill with a tree to appear in front of me, and it did. I didn't really know who I wanted to appear on the hill. In fact, I think I was expecting a boy to come out and greet me. But when I got to the hill I met with an old friend from high school whom I hadn't seen in a few years, and she was wearing the same floral dress as me, bare foot in the grass as I was. We were so happy to see each other we smiled and greeted each other and hugged. Then we played around on the hill like little children, chasing each other around and using a tire swing that was attached to the tree on the hill. Now I really want to see that friend again and talk to her.

The dream seemed to begin like some sort of flight simulator game, but—after a series of events I can no longer remember—I realize I’m dreaming.

I’m in an unfamiliar city. It’s a place with a charming atmosphere—lots of greenery and a small harbor that almost divides it in two, with the main part of the city built on a hill with a steep incline. I fly—without my customary wings, since I was already flying to begin with—enjoying my surroundings. Every corner I turn results in a new, interesting view as I circle around, gradually moving up the hill.

At one point, I notice a series of staircases to my right leading directly to the hilltop. It reminds me a little of the Bergpark—and that gives me an idea. I could find the Herkules statue and have a conversation with him. That would be an interesting thing to do in a dream.

I fly up the staircases and find myself in a small park where a number of people are walking around. There is no Herkules Statue, but I do see a statue slightly off to the left—although monument might be the better word since it’s basically just a bronze head on a pedestal, a man wearing what looks like a conquistador helmet.

I walk over to it, look at the head and ask: “So, is there anything you want to say to me?”

The head comes to life. It says: “What the f*** are you doing here?” in what is quite possibly a Cockney accent. I’m a bit taken aback but still proceed to have a conversation with him—as best I can. I’m finding the accent difficult, and the background noise from the other people here isn’t helping.

After a bit, three young women come up and join in the conversation. I recognize them the way one normally recognizes people in non-lucid dreams, although none of them seem to be people familiar to me in waking life. The only one whose appearance I can remember was a middle-eastern looking woman with thick, dark hair going down a little past her shoulders. Unfortunately, pretty much everything we said there faded from memory by the time I woke up.

As the conversation ends, the bronze head offers to kiss a coin for each of us—this seems to be a good luck ritual of the sort that often develops around statues. The others produce coins, and I figure I’ll go along with it, too. Without looking, I stick my hand into a pocket which I expect I have—even though I don’t ordinarily wear clothing with pockets where this would be possible, it’s a pretty reliable method of materializing objects that might conceivably be in one. I feel around the various objects there for a coin. As I do, I recall the Soviet Kopeck that mysteriously turned up in my last batch of laundry—my aunt had been washing some really old stuff, I guess—and, unsurprisingly, that’s what the coin I eventually find turns out to be.

Once that’s over, I’m once again faced with the decision of what to do. As I fly back down the hillside, it occurs to me that this might be a good opportunity to find some people I'd like to speak to. I fly all the way down to the harbor and, since the ground is flat here, I land and walk. I call out their names and try to find them among the crowd, or among the people on the boats. But I don’t see them there, and before long, I wake up.

(3.7.18)

Created Tuesday 03 July 2018

Got several things to note, a mix of non-LDs, a DILD, and a fragment or two.

Dream 1 - Mercs, Soup, and Police Evasion

Scene 1 - Metal Gear Solid AU - Familiar Stranger
The visuals were dim. Spectator mode. I was watching a revised Metal Gear Solid story walkthrough. Pan in to a parking garage. Solid Snake enters, dressed in a trenchcoat. He was accompanied by Meryl, who was similarly inconspicuously dressed. The two meet up with Master Miller and Liquid Snake, both in formal wear. In this setting, Liquid had not gone rogue, remaining in Foxhound as its leader. With Miller's help, Liquid planned to pull his brother out of retirement and back into the battlefield. Snake was wary of such arrangements, especially when given by (at the time) an unusually familiar stranger. During their talks, Meryl, in her nervous overeagerness, would blurt out questions and random exclamations, earning silent scowls from the others.

Unknown cut.

Scene 2 - All Souped Out
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was wandering around a local plaza during daytime. My brother and sister were accompanying me. One of them mentions something about a soup buffet that had recently opened around there. Very intriguing, though at the moment, I felt too full to get much enjoyment out of such.

Not clear on much where else we browsed. Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - Urban Cathedral Police Chase
The visuals were less blurred. I was wandering around a relatively upscale urban area during an overcast day. Eventually, I cut through the back area of an empty cathedral, jumping over its cast-iron fence and circling around within its perimeter. When I passed by a tree, a bird darted out of its leaves and scurried away. There was something unusual about it, but I can't say what.

I circled all the way to the front gate, which, of course, was locked. So I flew up and over this barrier. Then, from my right, I heard someone shouting at me. Just my luck, I stumbled upon ongoing multiple arrests not 10 meters to my right. One of the officers demanded I kneel with my hands up. Since he was preoccupied, he told me to stay put.

Got bored after a minute. So, I turned invisible, and snuck away. The cops reacted quickly, but with luck, I barely avoided getting nabbed on the spot. I hurried through the neighborhood, sirens echoing through the streets. Between this, I glanced inside an apartment building. There, a tanned skinned older woman was watching this fantasy themed soap opera, a show set in an underground city. While she viewed this, she ate something called 'Equillix', supposedly a medicinal candy that helps with memory. This reminds me to think about my goals the next time I'm dreaming (d'oh...). Anyway, I then fly up to the rooftop, where I intended to keep hidden until the heat died down.

Don't recall how this ended.

Scrap Group 1
At an arcade. I was watching a King of Fighter's run.

Dream 2 - Deeper Sleep and Shouting

Scene 1 - Mind Trick Inner WILD
Unknown beginning involving the DCAU. Cut. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was flying through the borders of an urban/suburban area during a bright day. Initially, I was wearing a cape, which then spontaneously changed into a blanket.

A minute later, I floated in the upper floor of a boarding house constructed of dark wood. I entered a darkened bedroom, a place I thought as my own. Random thoughts on Dragon Ball Z sprouted in my mind, including musings of a Super Saiyan Blue Nappa. It was then that I remembered my previous WILD attempt, and so gained lucidity. Things begin collapsing. I thoroughly rubbed my hands, then the mattress, to little result. So, I thought to 'fool' my brain by WILDing on the spot. Didn't take long to 'sleep' consciously. Transition.

Scene 2 - Yol Toor Shuul!
Similar visuals. I 'awakened' from the above state in the same spot, fully aware, where I further reaffirmed myself with more hand rubbing. I fly from a balcony and to the suburbs once again, sweeping past narrow buildings. Thinking of the competition, I yelled "Yol Toor Shuul!". As expected, this shout erupted as a blast of flame. Unexpectedly, the fire's smoke rapidly spread throughout the environment. Cue the dream collapsing.

I was at school. They moved the school really close to my house where someone lives in real life. I was in class and the teacher was giving me a hard time, so I raged and left. I was halfway down the sidewalk before I gave up ditching school and returned. The teacher there needed to tell someone at home that I tried to ditch school, so she went to my house and told them, but the person at the door didn't care. I eventually gained lucidity and moved my thumb to the right side of my left hand and made it longer than any of my other fingers. I also did some crazy stuff with my fingers, but I forgot what I did. I showed some in-dream friends what I did and their only reply was "Jesus Christ!" After that, Beavis and Butthead accidentally altered space and time and caused insanity everywhere.