lucid

I was dreaming. I looked at my hands and suddenly realized I was dreaming. I did a few cool things, such as sticking my body through a window, and using telekinesis on one object. Interestingly, it felt like I could feel pain in the lucid. The dream ended.

Yay for my first lucid!

So. MILD DOES work. It's just that it takes a tad bit more effort than I originally envisioned. I decided to try my hand at MILD again considering that the common denominator between this and meditation(my most successful technique) is concentration. Active concentration and not daydreaming which is what both MILD and meditation demand during a WBTB period. All I did was wake up 4-6 hours and use the restroom. Then I just lied back down, visualized and repeated the mantra: The next time that I am dreaming, I will find Naomi. The visualization was of me standing in front of Naomi outside of my house. Of course, other thoughts arose but I immediately brought my focus back to my mantra+visualization. Easier said than done.

I met Naomi at least twice this morning. Her form was shapeshifting since I have ballpark idea of what she should look like and I am no master of visualization. Sometimes, she average-woman height. Another time she is basketball-player height. She said, "what's up?" and we shook hands. I don't remember much afterwards. My dream recall needs serious work. Heck I didn't even realize I had SEVERAL lucid dreams until I woke up this morning and thought about what happened.

#506 - DEILD - 12:11AM

I have a moment where I am in between dream and wake. I'm not quite sure if it's another In-Dream-WILD or an actual DEILD. I relax and rely on "muscle memory" to effortlessly transition.

Apparently, my alternate self has been sleeping the back of a 50's model Buick. I am in some show room full of classic cars. Not being particularity interested, I pass them by and enter a big open room like some sort of carpeted gymnasium. The place feels familiar like something from my past. I am so excited to be in a lucid dream that I let out a big whooping shout as I explore the area.

There is a spot with some benches and I see my mother sitting there. Next my younger sister and my brother materialize in adjacent seats. We've had tensions in waking life and I feel the desire to avoid them, but I decide they showed up for a reason. I approach them all and for some reason, I great them with a handshake. No one speaks so I feel like I don't have to deal with whatever my subC is throwing at me. I move on....
"Hey Mike." It's my sister.
I sigh and turn around, "What do you want?"
My sister blandly states that my mother 'really wants my company'. I guess really need to call my parents in waking life. I nod and turn to the spot where my mother is setting, but she has vanished. Sweet, I don't have to talk to some robotic representation of my family anymore. I'm totally off the hook here! As I rush away from the area the dream fades.

I remain focused and transition back into the dream state actively climbing back out that same Buick. This time the cars disappear and I am some cheaply rendered deep space nebula field. I move on and I renter the gymnasium. This time the dream fades for good.

I'm standing in front of a wall. There is a hole in the wall, like a window but no glass. The hole is cobwebbed and I try to clean it with a stick. After removing them all I see a lord of the rings being. A howl army of them appears. That makes me lucid. I'm flying to look for a city. Some skyscrapers appear and it looks like a really big city.I'm landing there at a street. Now it looks like my tiny home town. I cant find a busy street so I#m hovering around till I find the main street of my home tome. There are lots of cars. I take a little boy and help him to cross the street. He looks at me and saith in English "succeeded". I wonder what to do now. I decide to read a book. Next to me is the bookstore like in RL. I'm enter and pick a book. It's written in Spanish and capitals. It's something about water. I'm going to pick another one but than I woke up.

Time Dilation Failed Attempt

I became Lucid flying somewhere. I wanted to try time Dilation right away since most of my lucids last only a minute or so. I flew down until i felt my hand on the ground. I looked at my hand and a space in between my fingers. I didn't count the spaces but I closed one eye. I stared at one spot where my hand was and started counting. Right away I noticed a difference. Water poured from my sleeve all over my hand as I counted. At around 16 water was covering my eyes and everything was going black. When that happened I grabbed again for the ground with my hand and felt it briefly before i drifted off to somewhere else.

Note: I should be incorporating DEILD here. As for time Dilation I will try closing one eye and resume counting up the spaces between my fingers. If that doesn't work I'll put my hand on a clock and try

Dog Walking

I leave my house with my dog on a leash. I am almost lucid but two native guys distract me. They are on my street asking Passerbys for smokes. I don't want to give any away so i keep walking. Two other guys say they can't give any away but they can sell a pack right now. The other guy is like, "screw that I don't wanna pay for smokes just give me one." but the other guys keep walking. I turn the corner and tell my dog buddy to run. We run quick and turn into an alleyway which leads to a park.

Halfway through the park i can hear the bums talking loudly, It sounds like they are still looking and I am trying to avoid them. It sounds like they are entering the park from the main street so i Quickly walk to the end of the park where a paved walkway is that leads to another park. The other entrance is obscured by boards. On the other side a tall woman with brown hair is playing with her baby. she looks at me and kind of smiles. Me and Buddy can't get past the boards and I can hear the bums coming up from behind. It's here the dream ends.

City

I'm with a group of people. We are supposed to board a transit train or something, many people are dressed up in some jerseys, maybe for a race or something. We are in a bathroom I am doing my thing and some lady comes in and yells that the train is leaving NOW. I leave right away and seemed to have kind of pissed on myself, but not much.

Then I am on a train with my brother. Some guy is also there and a brown haired girl. Some other woman was there who seemed familiar maybe raven. We are talking about the city and she was saying that we should get off at a certain stop, There's a mall there but it's not much populated, so it's asy to get around and do things. I say good idea.

I forgot where I got off but the girl with short brown hair and her boyfriend run off. My brother says i have to get them to come back before we leave, because he has to drive us somewhere. Somehow I am in a wierd vehicle of my own a small sled? dunno but it goes pretty fast. I wind up in an apartment area near night time still following the people. I hear the girl call my name, and she says She is not coming with us. She starts to talk more but I have no time for that so I take off in my eird vehicle which is a string i am holding which somehow slides across snow. It doesn't seem to work after a while and I ewake up.

EXT. HARBOUR - DAY

I'm riding alone in a small ferry boat (like an Aquabus plying the waters of False Creek in Vancouver). The boat is travelling very fast; its motor races. I know without being told that the boat is under remote control--controlled by a pirate. He is kidnapping me and bringing me to the cove where he is hiding.

For no particular reason that I remember, I gain lucidity and look around at my surroundings. A firetruck is being transported--upside-down--in a barge on flimsy scaffolding.

My boat runs aground but continues racing in a straight line, its speed unchecked, on the land parallel to the water line. People are on the beach. I begin to plan how, if need be, I will defend myself from ruffians when the ferry reaches its destination.

I'll just skip the earlier, NSFW lucid...

6-7.45am
(WILD)
Feel whole body shaking sensations and my face being crushed into the pillow. After this fades I can see the bookshelf next to the bed clearly, in a presumably identical state to real life. I stand up and phase through the curtains to get outside. The phasing results in black shapes obscuring part of my vision. It takes several attempts to clear it - cleaning an imaginary visor/lifting a visor, rubbing my eyes.


At this point the last Task of the Year comes to mind - the saucer one. So I hum a song that an Italian work colleague shared with me yesterday - a cover by an Italian singer of It's the End of the World as we Know it by REM. The sky fills with fighter jets involved in aerial battles with smaller, round, saucer-like alien vessels.

I spot a small round drone which looks like a smaller version of the alien saucers. Leaping high into the air I grab it and disassemble it, making the battery run low so it will return to the mother ship and take me with it. Sure enough the drone flies off and me with it.

We reach an empty warehouse. There are other people inside, moving around the wreckage of various space ships. All sort of weird aliens start arriving, but there doesn't seem to be a usable saucer here.

The dream destabilises and dumps me back in bed. I don't fall for it and remain lucid. This time I use the door to exit the bedroom. Four guys, room-mates - are making breakfast. One is holding a frying pan. The other side of the kitchen there is an open window. I climb outside and start looking around for another alien space ship.

A silver saucer swoops down and lands on the lawn. It is large enough to stand on, so I just jump on top and surf it. Controlling the saucer with my mind, I make us fly higher and higher through the skyscraper buildings around us, looking for empty sky. Then, up through the clouds, we emerge into space.

The blackness is filled with distant stars and a collection of larger planets. I fly towards one of the planets and surf down into the atmosphere.

Strange buildings formed from orange clay surround an open square. The ground is also a reddish-orange colour. Two humanoid looking women walk past. They don't look that weird - tattoos on the sides of their heads but still pretty. "Hey! I'm a human. From planet Earth!"
"No way!" She replies.
"Yeah true story! I come in peace too. Teach me something!"
"Um, like what?"
"Well, uh, what's your name? Tell me about yourself."
"My name is Blancmange" She replies.
*cough* (trying not to laugh) "Neat."
She then introduces her friend by singing a song. She explains that in their culture everyone has a song that describes them. It changes over time. The two alien women take me on a tour of their city which is all made from the same red-orange clay.

Blancmange continues singing her friend's song. The other woman looks very unhappy at her 'private' song being sung and taught to me.

I levitated up from my body, above my bed... I was slowly rotating, naked, in weightless state, for a short time which I needed to stabilize the perception of my surrounding. My vision seemed to be composed from green dots, slowly flying around me and more concentrated in surrounding solid things. It surprised me little that my physical body was black, while dream body was composed of high concentration of those green dots. I felt physical body clearly, and intended to let it so. I thought of it as an anchor to physical reality. I flew slowly to my wife sleeping with youngest daughter(she was there also physical world). I saw the bodies of my wife and daughter, both black, surrounded by dots which were composing the bed. There was no reaction from them on my tries to wake them.

So I decided to fly to next village to my friend. I flew through wall outside. The music started to sound in my ears, motive of it was similar to Star Trek. It looked like the speed of music, the beat, the noise level was setting the pace of my flight. I concentrated firmly on there and now, feeling of the body in my bed, feeling of the time-stream... Making One Singular Thing from those things. I managed to fly to her village in about 2 minutes of subjective time. There, by her house, I flew up and through the window inside of her bedroom. The music stopped... There was body of my friend, black. I flew slowly to her and unable to break my slow flight I crossed her body through the chest.

Blackness of her body was filled with green dots at once and she screamed startled... trying to distance from place where I was. Then she calmed down. She didn't see me. It was strange, but somehow I could speak to her with my mind(telepathy)- she was quiet but reacted on my thoughts to her. I told her to lie down to her bed. I looked around, partially expecting to see dark, black cloud (which I saw last time I was visiting her), but there was nothing dangerous, nothing malicious. I comforted my friend sending her assurance that she is safe, that I'm friend, and who I'm. I told her repeatedly to remember the experience and to contact me. When I looked on her reclined body, I felt something in her back, so I told her to roll onto stomach. Then I made her clothes disappear (but at the same time her night gown was there- it only disappeared for my direct perception). I placed my hands onto her neck and with slow circular movements I went from neck down to tailbone and back to her neck. My hands were submerged maybe centimeter into her body during the massage. I felt muscles, the bones... I remember to submerge my fingers in between the ribs of ribcage... I did this for long minutes. But I lost my anchor to my body while concentrating on healing her back. And I also lost myself in the experience... And my surrounding changed.

I was with two attractive looking young women; one black haired, other blonde, both naked. And solid looking. Both of them looking on me with anticipation... I looked around- everything looked solid. I lost connection (I thought) how do I find my way back? So I left those two women. I was walking corridors and stairs... in near darkness till I came to big hall, full of people and light. I heard: "The Death is observing yourself" I was thinking disinterestedly: "Well, what about it?" I asked first of men there to show me a way back to my friend. He told me that I have to follow him. At first it was easy, but it was as if the air is thicker and thicker till I couldn't move forward anymore. I stood there for a few seconds and then I decided to wake up. Which was instantaneous.

After waking up I tried to make the way to my friend again, but i fell asleep.

Remarks
Sleeping body was black when there was no consciousness in it- maybe when that human was dreaming?
I was not contacted by my friend...
The state of mind I used was close to what is needed for Astral Projection
I felt no sexual attraction to those two women. But massage/healing was strangely pleasant... electrifying...

#505 - DIELD - 3/13/17

I am walking my back field and find all sorts of berries growing. Blueberry, blackberry and something that looks like small apples but I think they are grapes. I sample one and note how sour it is.

I wake a little and try to DEILD but think I am sitting in a chair facing an odd part of the living room. I try to WILD though I am dreaming (one of my famous in dream WILDS!) I hear T from work and expect to see her but remember it's just WILDing noise. I don't want to see T anyway. I feel deep relaxation some over me and I sink out of the chair.

Suddenly, I feel like I am laying on the couch. I open my physical eyes and find myself in SP. Movement of the ceiling fan spells out random words that I can't focus on enough to read. I hear something like cartoon music. I close my eyes and open them to see cartoon images in black outline. First its dopey dog's face that becomes a repeating pattern on the ceiling. The images spin and I close my eyes. I open them again and see a ninja turtle cartoon in the same manner. I always feel like SP is a type of psychedelic experience so I just take a moment to enjoy tripping in the dream state. I can hear my wife snoring but wonder why since I am on the couch. I hope her snoring hasn't got that loud. I have various geometric patterns swimming in front of me though my eyes are closed now. My body feel like it is floating. There is a rhythm to it like I am riding waves. My head begins to wobble. My hands feel numb and I realize I am sleeping with my hands up near my face. I chose to ignore this.

After what feels like a really long time, I decide to try to transition OBE style. There is some resistance, but I manage to move out without too much trouble. I start to walk to the bedroom door, but see a strobe light from behind me. I turn around, but it is dark now. I decide to peak at my sleeping self, but see my wife and son there only. They are both on there backs but my son is sleeping perfectly lined up on top of my wife. Then they disappear and reappear in rhythm from left to right and back again. This is dissenting so I turn away. The bathroom light is now on so I go in there. The door is a sliding door and warps and bends as I open it.

The bathroom is brightly lit but my vision is extremely distorted like I am viewing the dream through a convex lens. I try to look around but my peripheral vision is motion blurred in long streaks. This is also disorienting so I move out the other bathroom door into the hallway and into the kitchen. I wonder what I will do in this dream and hope I don't wake up too soon. Bad thought. Suddenly I can't move for several moments. I try to be patient and wait, but that's when the dream fades away.

REM atonia is the same as SP. I've talked to sleep researchers and scientists face to face on this subject and they all say it's the same thing.

Getting lost

I'm walking around in a big Hotel or something. I'm trying to get away from someone (walms/Hukif)? I turn many corners and go down many corridoors. I am deliberately taking routes that are a maze so he doesn't find me. I wind up in a place as big as the entrance to the Chinook center movie theater in Calgary. There's the large escalator, My weight is super light and notice I am dreaming. I am trying to remember goals but none comes to mind, I bounce a little on my feet. Then wake up.

French Harbor

Note: I sleep a lot with youtube on playing in the background. Lately listening to a Christian guy name Chuck missler.

I am walking into a french harbor from the water. There are Tv screens flying past me welcoming me to a historic WW2 harbor in France. I reach a paved area at night time. Chuck Missler is just standing there giving a speech like a projectionalised hologram. People are gathered around him, I go to the crowd and talk to some of the people but they slowly vanish. I look a chuck again and he's just talking to no one and doesn't seem to notice. I start walking into the city and no recall after that.

Round table

Another dream influenced by what I was listening to. A librovox reading (where one person reads a chapter then another person for the next chapter) of bible commentary.

In the dream I am sitting at a table of people reading from a book. they read a few paragraphs and pass it along to the next person. I eagerly await to do my Frank Muller impression. But something else happens and I can't Remember.

Bjork and Escape.

I am in some game. I am supposed to escape some building structure before a timer ends activating these big steel platforms that come from everywhere and crush you. I start in some basement area with some construction equipment, the place is circular and there are various stairwells leading up. I think I've been at it for a while. The whole Idea reminds me of an awesome Dr. Who episode where he escapes a time dimensional prison built by Gallefreiyans, but it takes him 3 billion years to do so. Basically at the end of the day he dies and re-materializes with no memory and starts over. This place is like that.

I get up one stairwell and go past some people and enter a door which leads me into a large room. There's another door at the end of the room but before I do and alarm goes off and the steel platforms come at me and I re spawn in the basement. At this point I wait it out a couple minutes before i hear the alarm again and see the steel platforms just a few feet above me, so the spawning place i found out is safe. I go up the same stairs and pass the people again and yell at them to get to the bottom of the basement or they will be crushed.

I enter the large room and i can't remember if I spawn an orange box or if it's just there. I get into and look out the seeing hole. I see the platforms go past me and I don't respawn. They retract and I get out of the box. My Boss? walks in and said I cheated but I just shrug and say i made it.

In the other door in the room is a bar. People are sitting there drinking. I notice the Music Artist Bjork nursing a drink by herself. I go to ask for an autograph or something but she shoos me away angrily. I feel a bit hurt but the other customers start giving her shit for being mean. I shrug and say it's okay, she's pretty famous and probably doesn't wanna be bothered all the time by fans. I go to leave the bar and wake up.

Chilliwack

I'm getting on a bus in downtown Chilliwack (a town I used to live in when I was younger). We down the main road towards little mountain, forget the name. and Now I'm in a car with Chilliwack /friends. We are going to visit someone. We drive past a set of townhouses I remember but they look totally different. We get by the gas station where little mountain is and I lose the dream.

Long lucid of doing nothing

I was in a different town at a different Gas station with a group of supposed friends. We are all planning on going to someones house. They all pile in cars but there is no room for me. I somehow get on a greyhound bus and the light shifts from day to night. We drive a block and I notice my dog is chasing the bus. I guess I was walking him earlier and forgot he was there. I yell at the bus driver to stop.

The bus stops and I feel light in gravity. I'm lucid but just decide to walk my dog for now. I have him by the collar and later it becomes a leash. I know I'm in a town like didsbury so I know if I turn right on the next block I will be walking towards downtown. The goal is to get something to eat and stay at a motel. I AM still lucid, just going along with the dream for now. At the corner I wonder if I can grow myself large. I halfheartedly try but don't feel myself grow tall or my view of height doesn't change. I just shrug and enjoy the walk

I turn the corner noticing how real everything seems and how stable the dream is. I spend a few minutes walking when i notice some buildings with lights on my left. At the corner I turn right again and find the Bar/motel place I was looking for. I walk in and there are people eating drinking, and some are on gambling machines. I enter a shared room. Where some people are sleeping and sitting on a couch with a TV in the corner.

I leave my dog in there and go outside for a smoke. While there I try to dilate time as dictated by Walms, but I'm sure I do it wrong. I forgot to have my hand on the ground and close one eye. I put my hand on the glass of the window and count the spaces in between my fingers trying to imagine them as units of time. I count 4 like normal and start from left to right again and notice i have more fingers. Instead of counting up from four i start at one again and so on, which is probably wrong as well. I count eleven spaces this time. My fingers have small hands on the end of them so my vision zooms in and I start counting the spaces in between thos fingers and it keeps zooming into more hands. This is exactly like the scene from Doctor strange. I then notice I was counting wrong, I pull myself out of this vision and I am still outside the bar. Things are a little blurry now. So I go back to the room where my dog is and go to sleep.

Family Meal Gone Wrong

I go directly from the other dream into this one fully lucid. I am a bit foggy like waking up from the other dream. I am sitting at a table. Some good looking woman is talking to a younger girl who looks well into her teens maybe 16-18 I can't tell if it's Michelle Or Shawna, The woman kisses her forehead as if she is her mother and begins to leave the room. I notice a strange old lady with a butch haircut sitting at the end part of the table who has dark energy seeping out of her as she is a shade of purple. I seem to be affected as well. I am getting violent urges so I pick up a piece of food and throw it at the girl. She starts crying and the older woman who I am expecting to scold me instead gets up and starts taunting the girl. the girl has brown hair that is shorter now, I'm thinking her appearance changes based on what mood she is in. The old woman goes to grab the girl by the hair and at the same time creates a clone of herself to sit in another chair which is also laughing at the girl. I am just watching the scene when my alarm goes off

Early evening of March 16, 2017. Thursday.



I am viewing a beautiful intricate scene that looks much like an animated embroidery scene in a light blue silvery monochrome. It mainly features a peacock, but there is also a large bell that hangs down from the center of a mirrored branch and vine pattern.

The peacock climbs down, eventually becoming upside-down, and crawls into the bell.

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This is very straightforward. The embroidery is of the type I saw on pillowcases when young, so there is the dream sign, then the return flight metaphor activates with a bell as the waking prompt. Although it decodes into solely dreaming and waking transition metaphors, it is unique and new (as well as with beautiful imagery).

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Update: Zsuzsanna was buying a couple second-hand embroidery books at the time of my dream, certainly not something she does on any regular basis, and there was no way I could have known.

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I am with a person who is eager to show me a house he just inherited. I am there to do some repairs/remodeling so he can turn it around and sell it. When we arrive we see how old and dilapidated it is. It looks like an old abandoned crack house. The front door is ajar and windows are wide open, the curtains fluttering in the breeze. We step cautiously into the house and are met by a homeless-looking man with a long beard and a crazy eyes - he is the schizophrenic brother of the man I am with. He has apparently moved into the house. He walks into the living room, holding a toothbrush. The two brothers begin fighting and screaming at each other: "Get out of this house!" "I ain't goin' nowhere! Mom and dad gave it to me!" "Mom and dad disinherited you!" "Like hell they did! One half of this fucker is mine!" And on and on they go, yelling at each other. The fighting eventually escalates from verbal to physical. The schizophrenic brother picks up a television and hurls it at us. We move out of the way and it smashes against the wall. We decide to leave. I suggest we go back to my place temporarily while we decide what to do.

The house we go to is my old home in West Islip, NY where I lived from 1984 to 1989. We sit down in the parlor and decide what course of action to take against his crazy brother. I suggest we hold him at gunpoint until the police come. We go down to the basement and I take out a bag of guns. I ask if he has a preference as to what gun we use on his brother: we have a .22 but we also have a lever-action 30/30. He says to use the .22, but I can't find it so we end up using the 30/30. Taking it out of the bag, I accidentally discharge a bullet through the basement ceiling. When I get up closer to inspect the bullet hole, the hole suddenly transforms and widens into an air conditioning vent. As we head back upstairs with the gun, I ask him if his brother will seek revenge on us for holding him at gunpoint. The answer is yes. I turn off the AC before leaving, but then change my mind and turn it back on. My parents will want the house nice and cool when they return from vacationing in Italy. Dreamt 2/9/2017

This happened about one year ago. I and my sister decided to hypnotise each other. During the hypnosis I felt very aware and was very tired so I got in something like hypnagogic state. After the hypnosis I woke up and hypnotised my sister. It was late and after that we fell asleep.

Those days I couldn't get out of my mind the idea of winning the lottery(6/49)


The Dream:

I was lucid in my hometown sitting on my desk . On the monitor of the computer there was something like a table with pokemons and numbers. Every pokemon had statistics(numbers). And in my dream I knew these are the winning numbers of the lottery. But everything in the dream was red and hard to see. Like it was blurry but actually it wasn't. So I didin't see anything. I don't remember what happened after that, I think I just lost lucidity and started dreamming another dream.

I guess every pokemon in my dream was for other games or winning posibilities in the lottery. Or maybe this dream wasn't about lottery, but I feel like it was ...

Before 5am
Night Crash
I am driving my car at night. It is difficult to see. The headlights don't seem to work. There are several cars ahead, so following the lights of the car ahead is the only way to navigate the roads. I am wearing some kind of headband thing.

Then suddenly I crash into a line of silver birch trees. None of the other cars stop and the road is dark and empty. I reverse the car out and then pull over at the side of the road.

Boxer
I am fighting a professional boxer. He is quiet a bit taller than me and way more muscular. He is wearing a black shirt with blood splatter on the back. My arms are tired. I can barely throw a punch but the adrenaline eventually loosens up my tired muscles. I get in a good shot, hitting him right in the face. The boxer grins.

After the fight, which turned out to not be serious, we head to a kitchen and eat cake we find in the fridge. The cake is covered in super-sweet frosting.


5.20-6.30am
Bank Robbery
-Starting taking a shower. The water seems to foam up and cover me in more soap rather than washing it off.

A guy wearing a hoodie is causing trouble. I try to talk to him but he runs. Chasing him takes me outside of the building, and makes me lucid. I see a group of people and try to think of tasks and recall one of the TOTMs. "What does my avatar represent?" I ask one of them. They don't seem to understand the question and just shrug. I try a few more times but don't get an answer.

I leave and start flying. One of the buildings nearby is a bank. There seems to be a robbery in progress. I find a selection of American bank notes in my pocket and spread them out on the roof of a nearby car, intending it as a distraction. Many people come running out of the bank to grab the cash, including the robbers.

Inside the bank people are running around in a panic, meaning a much shorter line. I join the queue and flirt with an Asian woman standing at the back. She takes my hand and follows me through to the bank offices. The first room turns out to be a rather dirty bathroom. She looks disgusted, so we try the next room which is conveniently a bedroom.

She starts unbuttoning her shirt and then does a strip tease for me. We start to have sex but after a short while she just vanishes completely. I try to summon her back. No luck. Meanwhile, a guy has snuck into the room and is trying to steal my clothes. Hey! I grab the front of his T-shirt and hurl him easily out of the window, smashing it.

After packing my stuff into two rucksacks I try to fly out the window. It is awkward, holding two bags. I put them both on my back and head higher into the air, looking for the thief. Punching someone might be cathartic.

Then I get sudden shaking sensations and a false awakening, lying in a bed in the attic room of my parents' house. The curtains are open with bright daylight shining in. I try to close the curtains but they are ripped. There is a rope hanging down from the eaves. I pull on it, wondering where it leads as this is already the attic. A small hatch opens in the roof showing a crawlspace above. At this point lucidity has faded, so I contemplate writing up my dreams and going back to sleep.

I tell the whole story in my handwritten journal so I won't recount it all here. But the big picture was that teenagers were causing mischief around the house. I was hiding from them, and had the thought that this might be a dream. I did the RC, realized it was a dream and then for some reason wanted to continue the storyline a bit, but just change how I was participating. I wanted to fly, of course. I just love flying in LD.

So I flew around sabotaging more marauding teens and men. The lands morphed from my parent's neighborhood to Mexico or India. I had some of them chase me, fire weapons at me and then I found and recovered my baby that I had been searching for earlier in the dream. Then I became mentally exhausted when I got back to the house and didn't want to face more mischievous teens, so I decided to just wake up and end the dream.

I did have the thought to stop and do one of the tasks of the month, like make some tea, but that just seemed so opposite to what was already happening in the dream, I just let myself get caught up in the storyline.