lucid

I took a CnG (http://lucidallnight.wordpress.com/2...oline-a-guide/) to jump start August and as usual, it worked well. Although my recall is still a little spotty, I remained pretty lucid and there were moments of hyper realism. So a pretty good one.

Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes? (dild)

Don't remember the beginning too well. I remember my hands having more fingers than normal and I'm lucid.

It is dark and I am in the alley. I see the moon and I throw my hands out, palm down and try to lower it and raise a sun. The moon begins to fall but it turns into a fireball. Sort of a sun but it just returns to a normal moon when I stop focusing on it. I try to throw fireballs/energy balls but it doesn't work. The dream is quite stable so I try for at least 2 minutes. I try vocal commands and focuses on the feeling of my hands but nothing happens.

I fly around my neighborhood a little bit and it is sort of snowing a little. Nothing really catches my attention so I go into my neighbors house. There isn't even room to move. It is just sort of enclosed space. I lose vision but remain in the dream using tactile sensations.

I am back in the alley and again I lose vision. I drop to the floor and feel the gravel. I re-enter the dream.

I got into my neighbors house. NOT the normal neighbors' but a different house. I lose vision but I start destroying the place. Tossing chairs and tipping a dresser until the dream reforms and I am back in the alley.

I fly up and see basement swing doors in my neighbors yard.



I open them and climb down the ladder. It is sort of like a warehouse/old dusty tomb. There is dirt and some vines too. I see a snake coiled up and decide to go the other direction. More snakes. I sort of lose lucidity, just running through this place, stomping and killing any snakes in my way. I get bit at from the side by a snake and it feels just like a light bee sting. No big deal.

I stop running and stabilize. I kick up sort dirt and just watch it swirl around. I pick up a stick and hit this bucket on a rope and watch it swing around as gravity takes its toll and it slows. That was cool.

Then out of nowhere there is a naked women. No doubt inspired by a recent entry in Xel's journal. Things heat up and the dream is real vivid. It segues somehow into something else. I remember continuing through the warehouse place until I found Bruce Willis, who is mumbling about something that happens when we can no longer dream and we lose our hair. I ask “But what about death and God and all that?” and I wake up.

I think there was more but don't remember. Anyways, I got to go.

Frags:

1. My grandfather has a computer that is held together by duct tape at a party. Kyle Gass is on drums. I eat a red snow cone and it is really good.

Finally got lucid tonight! WBTB certainly is a miracle technique.

Last night I had a terrible time trying to sleep because I'm currently out of town staying in a hotel with my family. As such, I'm sharing a bed at the moment with my eleven-year-old brother, and he's quite...active when he sleeps. So I really didn't fall asleep very hard until he'd gotten out of bed.

Once I was asleep I know I was at a friend's house. He's the same friend from my first dream journal who sells weed, but this dream had nothing to do with that. I was staying at his house, which was unusual because I've never done that before, and I think he really needed me to leave (along with many other people who were also there) because either his parents were home and didn't want us there or they were going to be home very soon and wouldn't like that we were there. Either way, that's all I remember of that.

The only thing I remember of the dream after that is grabbing my ex-girlfriend by the sides of her face for some reason.

After that I was definitely walking through some very deep snow, and I was with a couple people, but they weren't anyone I know. I don't really know where we were going or what we were doing, but there were some very definite distances ingrained in my head for some reason (25 being one of them, but because I didn't think of any units I don't know if that was 25 feet, 25 meters, 25 miles...it was just 25). Whoever I was with wanted to return to wherever we'd come from, and I followed suit. That's probably about when my brother got out of bed and I was able to really fall asleep.

Before that though, my mother woke me up, so I was awake for a while. I was in sort of a vague sleep for a while, one where, if I tried to, I could easily shake myself awake, but I didn't want to because I was trying to visualize. I tried to visualize my dream guide from last night, the cat with the wizard's hat on, and it actually worked. I pictured myself in the same clearing with the same brick laid beneath me as when I met him last night, and he was suddenly there. We started walking through the forest that surrounded us and I think we were talking about a task he had for me to do. Eventually we came upon a house in which he said was someone whose dreams I had to infiltrate. Somehow this was supposed to increase my ability to control my own dreams, but I wasn't sure how. Either way, I trusted him, and I climbed the hill next to the house and dropped in through a hole in the roof. What I came upon inside wasn't another person, but actually myself. A direct copy of me. I think we talked a little, but I don't remember what was said, because soon after we broke into a fistfight. It wasn't a particularly drawn out fight, and eventually I pinned my other self on the ground and punched him in the face a few times. It was then that I understood: My dream guide was having me break into my own mind, break through my own mental blocks in order to achieve lucidity. So I gave my other self a headbutt and felt myself literally melt into him. Our dreams became one, and I fell deeper into the dream.

The next thing I remember is being with the character Banjo from the N64 game Banjo-Kazooie, if any of you are familiar with that. We were in somewhat of a secret corridor I guess, and we were trying to figure out how to get into the next room without alerting the guards. I immediately realized Banjo could shoot eggs from his mouth (even though Kazooie is the one who can in the games) and for some reason thought that if I squeezed one of Banjo's boobs (which he doesn't have, because he's a dude) it would shoot the eggs out. So we were trying to aim at the guards and were preparing to shoot when we both realized that Kazooie, Banjo's bird friend, was in the next room anyway and could probably take care of the guards herself. So I continued on, but Banjo didn't follow me.

I found myself at the top of a fairly long staircase. At the bottom was my girlfriend, and I ran down to see her. She was evidently upset because she was at an orientation of sorts for a biology class that she was going to take and she thought it was stupid I guess. We were in a dark room. I remember seeing another young lady whom I recognized from high school, but I don't remember who it was. I think her boyfriend was there too but I don't exactly remember...regardless, I eventually found myself sitting in a nice cushy chair when my old physics teacher came in, saying that he was the one that was giving the orientation because Mrs. Hoikka, the actual teacher of the class, wasn't able to make it, and since he also had experience teaching biology she had asked him to cover. I think I stood up at that point and that's about when I realized I had induced this dream myself. I had a brief conversation with him. I think he was talking about some of his gripes with the government for some reason, probably in relation to state benchmarks that he was required to teach that he didn't think were necessarily important. I achieved a growing level of lucidity as the conversation progressed, and eventually I started to feel the dream breakdown. I tried to think of how to stabilize it, remembering that spinning in circles was supposed to help keep things intact, but I remember thinking that that would probably seem weird to my teacher, so I didn't try it. Unfortunately I should have, because the dream broke down completely after that and I woke up.

Regardless, I finally attained lucidity, so I'm happy about that.

I awakened in a clockwork-type structure possibly on the top floor the room was filled
with golden gears and other clockwork devices. I had litttle time to observe my
surroundings as i heard someone emerge from a trap door in the ground. I hid behind
a main support beam which was a large stone pillar. The man had an appearance of a
19th century victorian engineer his shirt was very frilly and stained with oil
with the sleeves rolled up, his trousers were tan with suspenders attached extending
around the shirt. As he moved around the pillar i moved the opposite direction hoping
he might not catch me (I had the feeling i was trespassing). I ran to the trapdoor
although not without the engineer spotting me.I left the room in a hurry knowing
that the engineer would follow. The new room was a long narrow stairway which did reveal
many stairs. Being lucid from the start i realised i had no need for the stairs and i
jumped down gaining alot of speed in the process of falling. My feet then hit the ground
without any shoot of pain of any kind in my legs. I then looked for a door yet could not
find any although i seen what was a long wide tube which led into another room so i
decided to climb through. From the inside the tube seemed to be made of glass and as i
looked through i seen the under water sea and that the structure i was in was on the
sea bed. As much as i wanted to enjoy the view i remembered i was being persued so i
continued to climb through. I turned around to see that the tube i had climbed through
had a cap with a lock on it attached by hinges,i placed the cap around the tube and
locked it, it gave out an air tightening sound. Realising i had some time to kill i
observed this next room it looked like a storeroom. The ground was wet with water
leaking through the walls were covered with barnicles and other sea attachments. The
water leaking through started to increase it stared to flow in. With the water level
increasing (getting up to my knees) i started to climb the wall spiderman-like i kept
sliping because of the stupid barnicles and seaweed so i used my lucid abilities to
get rid i them, i swayed my hand across the wall and everything seemed to discintergrate
(without sacrificing the wall). I tried to stop the water flowing in but somehow couldn't
so i continued to climb up until i reached the roof the water by this time was crashing
in with all the force of the contained ocean. The grip i held upon the ceiling let go and
i fell when my back hit the water thats when The Kick happened and i awoke in my bed.

1. Alien Entities
2. Flying/Sex
3. Dream Lobby
4. DMT
5. Attack of the Downers
6. Super Sayan
7. Dream Love
8. Shoplifting
9. FUCK THE POLICE!
10. Alien Abduction
11. Dream Guides?
12. Beethoven

8/3/10

1- Flying Practice
I am lucid. The how and the why are right on the edge of my brain, but I can't remember them...

I decide that I want to practice flying with different styles. I've never used the mind control style before, so I telekinetically lift myself off the ground and use only my mind to control the flight. I am actually rather surprised that this works. Next I try peter pan style, which is loads of fun! So much fun, in fact, that I lose focus and forget I'm dreaming.

I find myself in a parallel universe that, on the surface, appears to be identical to our own. However, my family all have distinctive differences in their personality. There's a difference in mine, too. I am chaotic and crazy (or rather, a different kind of chaotic and crazy than I usually am). Almost childlike, but with no innocence.

So yesterday I decided to try and have a lucid dream. I was very tired so I knew I couldn't generate a WILD so I was aiming for a DILD. Either way I traid MILD untill falling asleep. Unfortunatelly, as predicted, my tiredness overtook me and nothing was acomplished, I felt asleep immediatly with no change of aweareness in my dreams.

Only in the morning, I started having more clear and longer dreams. I didn't realize I was dreaming, yet this awareness was starting to grow, from dream to dream. Can't remember very well how it actually worked, but when one of the dreams finished I remembered last nights research in this forum and decided to put it to practice. I didn't open my eyes, I just felt myself laying on the bed and decided to resume my previous dream. Immediatly I remembered to imagine myself spinning, I read that somewhere and was eager to try. It didn't take long until I was again in a dream scenario yet aware and consicous. I could feel myself waking up and so I insisted in the spinning... it was then that all happened.

I woke up standing on top of my bed. Everything looked real and my main concearn was to check up the alarm clock to see the time - 13h00. I walked around amased in my room, feeling everything so fresh and real as if awakened, even my vision was a normal first person view. I could see my hands but they were blurry. Quickly I started to awake the lucid dream, switching to a brief regular dream. The experience took only a few seconds.

Now, I right this journal still in bed. It isn't 13h00 but 11h08. Only now I realize how wrong the room was, with the bed in the wrong direction and I don't even have an alarm clock. So, I was lucidly knowing I was dreaming but couldn't catch those dream signs.

all in all, it was a wonderful experience, specially the sensation of chainning the dreams together...

I thought that lucid dreaming was something far out of my reach. I thought that being lucid meant having complete and total control of your dreams, your thoughts, manipulating everything down to the deepest most secret wants of your subconscious.

But I read many of the information about the mental processes of Lucid Dreaming, and all the different techniques that are used. I even read a little about people's experiences with daydreams. It came to my astonishment that not only is lucid dreaming much easier than I thought, but I had been doing it all my life. O:

Ever Since I was young I've had a problem with paying attention in class, a curse that has followed me up to this very day. I like to believe that I have some sort of chronic narcolepsy that only occurs when I'm bored, that would make it a lot easier to explain why I always seem to fall asleep in classrooms. Or it could even be some sort of side effect of my over active imagination, ADD and my ADHD. But whatever the case it gave me the curse of sleep, but the gift of dreams.

Let me see if I can explain my crackpot theory on why I believe I go to sleep when I get bored during class. I believe that when I become bored my mind retreats from reality to cure my boredom and begins to daydream, like anyone would, but what I think is different is that my mind somehow triggers a REM cycle despite my being fully awake. Once I'm in a bored state of mind, all it takes is for me to let my mind wander until I begin to daydream and focus on a single theme or story. At first it starts out like any other daydream, I see the images in the back of my head while still listening to the lesson being held, but once the daydream has solidified itself I begin to become extremely tired almost immediately, my vision fades and becomes blurry, my eyelids droop, the noises from reality start to dither off and fade away, and my body begins to feel heavy. My daydream plays itself out the entire time, now taking full control of my attention though, it no longer requires my input at all, events and occurrences play themselves out without any help from me. I would say that I started a LD by crafting the scene and starting objects and custom fitting the dream to be however I want it to be, but then letting it go and just watching it grow. My daydreams usually follow a storyline of some sort and eventually end, allowing me to open my eyes and return to reality, but what I think differs my experience with others is that I am able to create my entire daydream world, and use it as a gate into a lucid dream, then back through the gate into waking. My body never falls asleep and I think I skip a few steps in the process of lucid dreaming. I also don't know if it's normal but I'm also instantly wide awake again after the daydream ends, it's as if I never even dreampt.

But there are some downsides too: I can be brought out of these states very easily, like any daydream but not deep sleep. (which I think is weird because I'm a heavy sleeper so being in the same state of mind I would think it'd be hard to wake me up)
It does not help me feel rested in any way, even though I'm sure that I'm entering a REM cycle and a dream state.
Sleep paralysis does not always activate itself, or it does not hold up throughout the entire dream, I often flail my arms or kick my legs out when returning to reality. (but that could also just be me, although I've never done that when I'm asleep at home.)
Having boredom as my trigger is not very good because I cannot help but to fall asleep, and it takes a lot of mental effort to pull myself back from the brink of sleep, plus it usually only buys me a few more minutes of consciousness before I totally succumb to the feeling.
A lot of times a chance for a LD is missed because if I start to daydream without thinking about anything, I just have a waking dream. (again, might just be me though.)
Since I'm sitting down in an upright position the entire class session without moving I often have achy joints or numbness and sleep paralysis in my legs.

But of course these are only my assumptions about what I think is happening, feel free to shoot down my ideas with facts if you want to.
But I know for a fact that in cases of extreme boredom I am able to Lucid Dream while daydreaming.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream began the backyard of my current house. My home is a fairly big one-story, with a darker red brick exterior, large white windows, and a glass mosaic covering a curved part of the front of the house. Our backyard is simple: a patio with lighter wood, with a few short steps leading down into the yard. All there is is grass, with one tree in the right-hand corner. To the left and right are neighbor's fences. In the dream, it was the same as this.

The atmosphere was nice; it was just beginning to get dark. The sun was a few inches above the horizon, but there was no typical colors of a sunset. The sun was just there.

I was walking aimlessly along the edge of the patio. There was no railing or siding, so if one were to fall, it would be a two or three feet drop. After a minute or so of this, I decided to go back inside. Unfortunately there wasn't a door leading from the patio into the house, so I had to walk all the way around and use the front door. There was a fairly narrow path along the side of the house, accented by one rusty blue-gray pipe, which I took. I then went inside the white front doors.

I decided to go downstairs and chill out, maybe watch a movie. I ended up walking down the stairs, into the basement of a house I used to live in, four years ago. I can remember the basement very clearly, as my bedroom was down there. The stairs went straight down, into an open basement with white Berber carpet. There was a set of green suede chairs a few feet from the stairs, with a large flat screen TV in front of them, around 42 inches or so. The lights were off, and there was only a dim light emitting from the TV as I walked town the stairs. But this didn't bother me.

As soon as I reached the couches, the dream skipped a little bit. I found myself curled up on one of the couches, with a baby blue-colored throw on me. In my mind, I knew that I had just woken up from a nap, which in the dream I never saw myself actually go into. I never saw actually myself get onto the couch either.

The lights were still off, as well as the television, except for one small blue light in the lower left-hand corner. I started to get a bit nervous. I thought, "why isn't my mom down here?" for some odd reason. Maybe in the dream, she did something and I was expecting her to be there. Who knows. I groggily got up, and beside me, there was now a small side table. It was a darker sort of wood, almost cherry, and it had a digital clock on it. I looked at it, like it had always been there, and realized it was turned off. I thought this was strange, too. So, I went back up the stairs to check more clocks. Outside, the sky was realistically darker than before, but not as black as night yet. I checked a white, rectangular-shaped clock by the front door, and it was off, no power. I went into my sister's room, and her small pink alarm clock was off as well.

By now I was quite bewildered, but then I realized that I was dreaming. Just to make sure, I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it, and I could. Then I checked out my fingers. Everything was fine, all five fingers were on my left hand, but there was an extra finger sticking out of the middle of my palm. It scared me a bit, but I laughed it off and told myself it may be creepy, but it was still just a dream.

I decided instantaneously to waste the dream eating stuff, because I hadn't done that in a while. In the middle of the dimly lit hallway, I summoned a fancy table covered in a white table cloth, topped with a platter of nanaimo bars. I simply turned around to face behind myself and expected it to be there.

I picked one up and put the whole thing in my mouth, chewing slowly. It wasn't the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten in a dream, but it was still very good (although the yellow custard in the middle was a bit sandy-textured).

Gotta play catch up again. I've been so busy these last few days!

Also, it's important to note that I'm adding a new color! Purple now indicates semi-lucidity.

7/31/10

1- Slave to my Own Bloodlust
Poetry usually comes so naturally to me... And this is about Artemis. It should be easy. So why am I struggling? I am frantically trying to get a few more words down before class starts, when I am interrupted by the janitor. He wants me and several other students to accompany him on a brief errand. I readily follow, hoping that the trip takes longer than planned. Anything to get out of admitting that my homework isn't finished.

Upon returning, I head slowly for the door--- when I realize that I left all my stuff in the janitor's van! When I hurry back to retrieve it, I am somewhat disconcerted to find that the creepy ghost kid who haunts the school has stolen it. Great. That means a trip down to the basement.

The kid is not pleased to see me. I spend a considerable amount of time trying not to die before I finally manage to retrieve my bookbag and split. I missed English completely. "Oops."

*time lapse*

I am walking down the hallway when my former Master, a Gorgon-like lady named Tybanta Silbane, appears in the mirror. Apparently she's still a bit PO'd about me ripping her eyes out and then ignoring her whenever she tried to contact me. "Did you think you could escape me so easily, Hazel?" she hisses. "You underestimate me. However, I'm willing to give you one last chance. Repent, and become my slave once more, and your life shall be spared."

My answer is a savage kick to the mirror, shattering her image and sending glass everywhere. Maybe now she'll get it through her thick, snakey head that I work for no one but myself.

She may be annoying, but she's still a Goddess. Her wrath is rather frightful on a dark night. Fortunately, I have lucidity on my side to quell the fear.

*time lapse*

Now only semi-lucid, walking with the baseball team to Silbane's lair. They have practically reached cult-hood in their near worship of her, and she gives them plenty of drugs to keep them happy. My brother is afraid that he will be turned to stone by her gaze. "She's not really a Gorgon," I tell him, "but her eyes are her strength. Slashing them out is your best bet if she comes after you."

Inside, she has her place set up like a fortune-teller's tent at a carnival. The words "Tybanta Silbane, the Magnificent," are written in elaborate letters across the table where she sits. Her only acknowledgement of my presence is a slight, sinister smirk. She plans to kill me.

The baseball team is standing in line, and she gives them each a shot of some kind of drug. Soon I am at the front. I know that my shot will not be as enjoyable as the others'. Just as she is about to inject the venom into my veins, I duck out of the way and deftly grab two sewing needles from a nearby basket, jabbing them violently into the dark Goddess's eyes. As she screeches in rage, I then proceed to chop her to pieces.

After the deed is done, I realize that I am sad to see her go. We had never really gotten along from the start, but deep down we had enjoyed each other's company.

I shouldn't have worried, though. Goddesses never stay dead for long.

Last night I had my first LD since joining this group. There wasnt much to it except a new flight, or rather levitation experience. It was a DILD, as all my LDs have been. Once I became lucid I tried punching a hole in a concrete wall, that didnt work. I spun around and this seemed to keep me lucid. Then I tried to levitate and it worked, twice. I felt a sort of breeze lifting me up, like I do when I fly, then I was off the ground and I could move around in the air. I was in an enclosed space with a low ceiling so I couldnt fly off. If it had been open sky I bet I could have flown. This was my first levitation.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was lying on my queen bed inside my bedroom; it had beige walls and plush tan carpet. My bed had a duvet with a rainbow stripe cover, and this was what I was lying on. The lights were dimmed, and this cast a slightly creepy feeling onto the dream. I got up and became semi-lucid as I did, walking towards the white door to my room, which was closed. I had to pull a bit to open it, but then it opened. I had more lucidity at this point, so I decided to walk out into the hallway and summon people. But the hallway was extremely dark, almost black.

Suddenly, I felt something bite me hard on my foot, so I pulled back. "Hey!" I demanded. "Whoever did that, get over here, now!" Since it was a dream, I figured I'd use a commanding voice to get what I wanted. It was a shadow, almost shaped like a terrier dog, and it slipped quickly in front of me, then stayed still. I looked down at it. "What was that for? Bad dog."

It began to growl at me, and I saw translucent red beginning to drip from its sides. as well as teeth being bared. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to appeal to its better nature so it didn't attack me. Perhaps it was more powerful than I could control in this dream. "Want to go out for dinner?" I asked, wildly improvising.

"Sure," I heard come from it. It was a squeak, almost like a child's voice. We both exited the room and walked into the dark hallway. A few steps and I saw cracks of light coming from a door...

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I dug up this entry from a slightly older dream journal.

I was in my house. The lighting was dim; if I were to rate it on a scale of one to ten, ten being normal light in a house and one being dark, I'd give it a five. The house was large and modern; the walls were smooth light beige and the flooring was polished cherry hardwood. There were nooks and crannies and it reminded me of a house from a horror movie, but there was no horror aspect to the dream. At least, not yet.

The room I was currently in was completely empty, with the exception of a few packing beans and a thirty-inch television set mounted on the wall. I stared at it for a few moments, and then heard footsteps behind me. I spun around and was looking right into my sister's eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, so she was looking up, but the look in her eyes frightened me a bit. She looked possessed.

I backed up a few paces and at the same time, she advanced. She was holding her hand up, which had a needle filled with light pink fluid. It was difficult to tell whether it was viscous or not, and to identify what it was, but whatever it might have been, I knew this wasn't a good thing.

She smiled as the look on my face changed from surprise to terror. I suddenly bolted and ran past her, barely missing a jab from the needle. I got to the stairs after a few good paces, but there were strips of wood blocking the way, and I couldn't crawl through a hole; there weren't any. I was pretty much trapped. My sister then stabbed me hard in the lower arm. I remember minutely realizing that this was a dream, so I told her "it'll take more than that." I grabbed the syringe and pointed it at her. "Go away."

The dream ended with the needle still in my hand.

I can't go into detail for personal reasons, but the dream basically consisted of me and an old friend who I no longer have ties with fighting to the death in his own front yard with no one seeming to stop us. At some point throughout this long fight, I found myself to be somewhere else all of a sudden.. not in the exact same location, but not far away. After realizing this, I took off for where we were before and when I got there, I seen him standing over what appeared to be my lifeless body. Afterwards, I realized I was seeing myself from an out-of-body perspective, and maybe I had died. He then jumped in a car and drove away very quickly. I tried to get on my phone to call my mom, and when she answered I said "I think I'm having an out of body experience, I think I may be dead.", to which she replied "No, I can't come get you right now.. you'll have to wait a bit.". At this point, I took the advice from this site into account and said "Wait.. there's no way I could use a phone if I'm dead.. there's no way I could talk to anyone, especially my own mother.. and why would she say she couldn't come pick me up when I didn't ever imply that I needed a ride?" Then, it hit me.. "Am I dreaming?" As soon as I asked myself this question, I believe that I became lucid. I grew excited and decided there was no reason to be scared of my supposed 'death', because I wasn't dead.. I was only dreaming. Next thing I knew, I was awake in my own bed.

It's not amazing by any means, but I'm almost positive that I nearly induced my first lucid dream. It's also great for me because I rarely remember my dreams, but after being on this site and reading tips I've been able to recount a lot of my dreams over the past few nights. If I'm not close to to incuding lucid dreams at will, I've definitely taken a big step from where I was at.

Lucid?: Yup, DILD. Finger through palm RC. I did it while getting a glass of water.
Dream prep: 3 mg Melatonin, I'm attempting to try a lower dose tonight and see what results i get.

To start out, I believe i was dreaming before i became lucid, but thats where my recollection was boosted, after becoming lucid, i was grabbing a glass of water and decided to do a RC, i proceeded and figured out i was dreaming. i started wandering around, i opened and closed doors at my own will. without touching them, in other words i performed mild telekinesis. but then i started to get distracted and started arguing with my parents in my dream. and i showed them the finger through palm RC. they told me to leave. so i did, and before i knew it there were guys standing outside of my house. i was commanding them to go away. but it didnt work.

Side note: I kinda ended up becoming side tracked when it came to exploring. so i believe i slipped non-lucid after a while.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
In this long dream, I became lucid once but decided to go with the plot of the dream.

I was in the atrium of my school, a large, spacious central room with a triangular roof made of glass panels. You could hold a party in the room, it was so big. The doors were all lighter teal, and the tiles on the floor were large white and tan colors. On opposite sides of the room there were three doors, each to separate classrooms. The other two sides hosted the large main door and the back door, which both had large glass panels so you could see outside. I was outside the door of a classroom, leaning almost right up against the wall, waiting for the class to end. There were students walking past me but none of them acknowledged that I was there.

There was a random borderless mirror beside me, and I looked into it. Most of my face was unseeable because there was a patch of fog on the mirror. When I moved my face to try and see it better, the fog disappeared and reappeared, again in front of my face. It annoyed me, so I stopped looking and just waited for the classroom doors to open.

After a minute, the doors opened and I saw students from the grade lower than mine come out. There was a girl slightly shorter than me and with blonde hair down to her shoulders, and she looked at me as she walked past with the other students. "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked her. She concurred and stepped away from the crowd, which was quickly ebbing away into the halls. "What is it?" I decided to play mysterious and not give her all the details. "Something's happened, and I'm not sure I can stay friends with you. I'm hoping you'll understand." Her only reaction was a dumbfounded expression and "what?"

"I know that I'm not giving you a lot of details... I really think it'd be best if we weren't to talk anymore..." I decided to leave it at that, so I turned away and began to travel towards the front doors of the atrium. There was a set of stairs to get up to the second floor, and I was going to take them. "Hold it," I heard the girl say very sharply. "You're f***ing crazy. What's going on?" She began to press and press as I turned around to face her. She looked extremely mad, and her eyes were wider than they used to be. "Please, just go away," I told her firmly. "I'm sorry."

She then lunged forward and tried to smack me across the face, but I fell backwards, getting up as quickly as I could but rather messily. She was breathing heavily now, looking almost like she wanted to murder me or something. "Come on," I told her again, almost jokingly, "this isn't worth it." I spun around and began sprinting towards the door, not looking back. Although from inside the building it looked light outside, when I actually got out it was dark. There was white-colored illumination from street lights though, which shone on a bumpy sheet of ice on the road. There was patches of snow here and there, covering up most of the grass outside. I saw a car which wasn't mine, but I figured I could use it to get away from the frightening student. It was a pale maroon-colored 60's vehicle that looked fairly worn down, but I got inside anyways. I pushed a large white button to the right of the steering wheel, between that and the radio consol. The car turned on with a "beep".

I began to drive it, pressing down on the gas pedal to turn around (it was facing the wrong way), and began turning the steering wheel. However, the ice on the road made it very difficult to steer properly. The car slide five or ten feet to the side, and then again when I tried to back up. I couldn't drive in this thing, so I had to walk. When I got outside the car, the sky was brighter, almost as if it were seven in the morning. There was much more light now, so I got to the sidewalk and began walking down the street. Instead of apartment complexes and gas stations like in real life, there were single story houses along either side. I began to run again, and ran until I got to a juncture consisting of four small, white, modern buildings, attached together in a pinwheel fashion. The corners were touching but there was no way to get from inside one to the other without first going outside. I took refuge in one of them. There was black barbed fence surrounding them, except for a few medium-sized openings, and a few large green dumpsters. There were many cardboard boxes as well.

Inside the building I chose to enter, there was solid tan flooring, and the walls were brick that was painted white. The whole building consisted of one room, which was littered with brand-new couches and television sets. I sat down in one of the chairs, which was comfortable. Only a minute or so passed before the student appeared in the door, which I thought was impossible. I told her to "stop" and she did, then I performed the finger-through-palm reality check. I really had to push my for my finger to go through, but it did, and then I knew I was dreaming. It only took a second to realize that I've never had a dream quite like this one before, so I decided to egg the student on instead of telling her to leave.

"Keep doing what you're doing," I told her commandingly. "You're boss," she said. That made no sense until I woke up, but anyhow, she then began to advance on me. I felt my lucidity beginning to wane, so I ran at her and tried to punch her. She dodged it and my fist slammed into the bricks, creating a hole. I could see red but there was no blood on my hand, so it must have been the red bricks underneath the paint. I then lost my lucidity almost all at once, but I continued to hit her. "I said to leave me alone!" I said, rather aggressively, and managed to land a blow to her collarbone. She recoiled and touched where I punched her as if in pain. "A**hole", she called me, and slowly backed away through the door, slamming it shut. I finally managed to get rid of her.

Moments later, she came back into the building with a large steak knife. I had a burst of panic, so I turned around and bolted towards a door that suddenly just appeared out of nowhere. I opened it and ended up in an alley consisting of a black dumpster, more black barbed wire, and brick buildings fairly close together. It was now daytime-brightness outside, so I could see everything. I began to climb up along the barbed wire, which didn't injure me at all. I must have been fifteen feet off the ground when the girl appeared outside, swinging the knife. I held my hand out for her to stop, but as I did, she took off my index finger. I shouted "ouch", although there was no pain. I looked at the stub of my finger and although it was flat and red, there was no blood coming out. The girl had vanished.

The next thing I knew, I was back on the ground, holding what was left of my finger. I sat down cross-legged and leaned back against the black wire, looking up at the sky because I wasn't sure what to do next. Then someone appeared; she was a woman in her thirties with long brown hair, wearing a casual dress. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked me. I showed her my finger. "Someone attacked me."

She pulled out what looked like a finger puppet, but it was very plain; the only thing on it was the color grey. She took my finger and put it on, and it filled up exactly what part of my finger had been cut off. She took a small sewing needle and some yellow thread, sewing it on painlessly. When she was finished and I had a look at it, I could move my finger again. When I looked up, she was gone.