lucid

Had a dream a few nights back where I was in a small apartment and it looked dark and weird. There was stairs and I walked up it and looked around for something. I couldn't really control this dream, looked like it had it own mind. What happen was it was dark in the building and I came back down stairs to hear a cracking sound above my head. It gotten worse to the point the whole house starting to fall apart. I ran out of the apartment to meet a fellow in a car. He said get the fuck in the car, and I did. When we were on the road. I looked back and saw a big alien-like creature breaking the house i was in. We were driving like 80 to 100 miles per hour and i can actually feel the sensational feeling all over my body while we race down the road. We seen the creature was looking at us and laughed. He chased us and some how I ended up in another location where i was in a city. He was crushing buildings like it was nothing. I didn't see anyone on the streets but myself and destruction that been made by this creature. He had a good view on him. He looked almost like Godzilla but more human like with a tail. He did had horns and he did look like he came from Hell.

If you guys believe in what i posted. I think this means that the end times is close. I am not christian nor Atheist. I am sick of the religious wars that brought us to this dying world. I do believe in Aliens will one day come to earth to destroy humanity to restore this Planet.

1. I went to sleep with intention of opening the book of secrets task. This one seemed really interesting to me. I was coming home from work and when I walked in my garage door it was nothing like my house (dream sign). I walk over to the kitchen table and right in front of me is a beautiful book that looks very artsy. It has drawings all over the front cover and under a drawing of a large beautiful rainbow is the word secrets. There are lots of hearts and someone spent a lot of time with all of the details. I was just about to open the book when I heard "stop". I turn to my left and there is a young girl about 16 who looked absolutely terrified that I was about to open her book. She was wearing flannel pants with light and dark pinks and a short sleeve shirt that was light pink. I think pjs. He hair is up as if she had just been washing her face. I looked back at the book and told her it was beautiful and I would really like to look inside. She started balling, tears flowing so hard and said, "NO! You will tell my father and he can't know what is in there". I walked over and gave her a hug and the dream faded.

2. I was by myself furniture shopping (dream sign) when I was totally overwhelmed with what to get and wondering if it would fit and what color would look best. I tried to imagine how it would look. Then I walked over and sat down on the couch and immediately I was with the couch in my living room sizing it up and checking how the color looked. I figured comfort was useless in a dream because that would be impossible to find in IWL, so I just played around with colors and sizes of different furniture. I also went to dining rooms and tried the same by sitting at the table. I couldn't bring it all in, just the table and one chair. It didn't work bringing the china cabinet and buffet to see what would fit best. I seemed to have to be touching it to bring it with me. I feel I got my answers of what I like :-).

3. I was walking in the grocery store picking up a few things when a guy taps me on the shoulder and tells me that he doesn't want to bother me but tells me to turn around and he points. I look down at the ground and there is a trail of blood behind me, going down the long isle. I was so embarrassed. I felt no pain and looked down and blood was everywhere. This was non lucid because knowing I don't have a period I felt something must be wrong with me to be bleeding like this. This is the second dream similar to this so I am thinking my mind is telling me to make an appointment since it has been 4 years since I went for pap. I know TMI.

I'm not sure how many times I went back into this dream but it was a whole lot. I did it for a good 3-4 hrs. Chaining back into the same dream so many times was something I used to do but not lately... Even though it was a dark dream scene it was a relief to know I hadn't forgotten how to do this all together as I had feared.... There were all kinds of races of people which made me smile. But unfortunately we were living in the rubble of a city that was ravaged after war. People were living in burnt out apartments & townhouses. Warehouses & lean two's. Living in poverty where there was only water & food where you could find it. No officials or police. Violence with no accountability. Strangely enough I saw no guns which I was looking for. There were little kids sitting on a stoop all disheveled & sad. A woman selling her goods of sorts. She had some kind of fuse & was attaching it to some kind of M80 looking thing that you see on the 4th of July. I know because we buy them, lol. I watched her for a long time. I kept wincing waiting for it to blow up & I was really nervous because I was really never sure what it was. Like I was saying she was trying to attach a fuse to a M80 & would light it! It looked like she was showing them how much time it would take for the fuse to burn & then she would pinch it & make it snuff out. She did this so many times. One of the times I woke up was actually by Meesha & I just brushed her off & dove back into my dream. I could have done many other things in this state but lucid dreaming must be first about myself. Fun is secondary. This was so revealing about what I see in our world today & my fears of what the US will become. There were children running all around this woman & I feared the worst. I had such a drive to find what hidden meanings I could from this dream state. Finally one child was not so fortunate when she didn't snuff it in time. This again was one of the times I woke up & fell right back into my dream state to do what I would in real life & try to help the child. I frequently say that in my dreams I have a serious drive to stay true to my morals so this reaction was not uncommon for me. I could easily just shifted gears but what good would that do? Yes I could go off & change the scene but how often do you get to help others in real life up close in personal. I always say if I hit the lottery I would help ppl not give to organizations who funnel money that never sees its real way to help someone. Anyway, I looked for help for the child but there was none of course. I went to an apartment nearby & finally a man took the child from me. I hadn't seen a single person that I knew through all of this which is not typical for me. But I no sooner have this fleeting thought & I see my first husband & I run up to him & hug him because I have been alone all of this time. He would not be my top choice to be stuck w/ during end times for sure but I do know he would protect me strangely enough. I then look to my left & there is a man handing out cotton candy out of a machine. It looked like a popcorn machine w/ an overlarge opening that looked like where gum comes out of a gumball machine. At this point I know what this all means, believe it or not. I now hear Meesha IRL meowing weird so I get up to see what's going on.....

Stay in a half-lotus position and did 6 cycles of SSILD which totalled 30 minutes. Went to sleep and had a lucid dream. Couldn't find anything to do other than roam my neighborhood so I lost lucidity like always and had a vivid dream about chris brown, his car and other american celebrities.

I was in a dimly lit building, and I know there was someone with me, but I don't know who. Outside there was something huge and grey rotating in the distance, at first it looked like an tornado. But then it turned out to be a huge weird steel structure and it flew right over the building I was in.
That was so bizarre I instantly turned lucid. I flew into a long corridor and tried to morph into Ryuuko, trying to change my hands, but the dream wouldn't let me. I only saw some red scaly stuff on my hands. I turned 90° left and there was a weird red dragon which I... made disappear with a weird handchop. It was really glitchy and it was all in plain sight.
I turned 90° right after a couple of meters and there were 2 girls, going at it with a strap-on. And that's were I woke up.

Monsters

I saw a biome border between temperate grasslands and barren wastelands. I saw a huge hill forming a slope coming up to the height of sun as seen on the sky. People in that area wer living in cavern-houses and modest outside cottages. There were horrible monsters roaming the area, leopard-like predators made of bone and rocks with some fleshy bits in between and more creatures mentioned by people. I walked up the slope and then slid down to a huge valley and started escaping. The monsters were chasing me, I only had my bare hands to defend. I ran up to some volcanic rift, and decided to run back to safety of grasslands. I reached it and then place changed. It was a cold, early spring dawn. I went from behind my barn towards house, trying to avoid angry dogs on the way, and then suddenly turned to chicken pens. I reminded myself that I had to do something there before coming back home. I opened a gate, but one of roosters tried to escape the pen. I managed to stop it, saying "Don't leave the pens rooster, there are dogs out there that might eat you!"

Working abroad

I was sitting in my living room with some random people and my family. There was an old, bald man with a moustache that seemed familiar, his wife was as old he was, she was a redhea. There also were my two sisters and parents. I spoke with the man about some work we have to do and I started preparing, taking on layers of clothes and high shoes. It was something to do abroad. With younger sister we prepared and left the house. It was a warm morning, we sat on a wagon and set off after a while. Only then my sister told me that we're going to a working camp to become slaves, but everything was prepared so that we can get out of this. Just before the wagon left my possession, police appeared and stopped it, then arrested the old man and his wife.

Dark magic

With siblings and parents we drove to my aunt's house and entered it. The place was a strange amalgamate of my and their house. We went towards living room where TV was turned on. It was some new technology that made the TV project everything as a hologramme in the room. I saw some city with skyscrapers and thought "Godzilla?" Then something strange started to happen, hologrammes of the Godzilla and numerous mummies appeared. They were black with white outlines. The mummies hurled black orbs that on impact sent shrapnells at us and made more of them spawn. I recall that with my mind and by throwing one orb back, I beaten those mummies. Godzilla just stood there in the background, between skyscrapers. Suddenly everything turned to grayscale with blackness in the background. Strange undead or demon alike figures started to fight between themselves so they'd get a better view of me. They could've been waving to me too.

DILDs

I woke up in my bed, though my house again was a mix of my and my aunt's house. I left it and went towards bathroom. The light switches weren't working, I tried turning the lights on several times to no avail. I left the bathroom. Then I made nose plug RC as lights seemed unusuall and became lucid. I turned back and entered the bathroom. This time it was different, with rock-alike tiles in shades of brown, there was a huge bathtube in the middle of the room, with a tall mirror on the wall. The mirror reflected everything up from my stomach. I looked much younger, uglier and had shorter hair, I was wearing a camoe t-shirt. I recalled my current lucid goals - transformations and shape shifting. I took a towel that was hanging on nearby wall and obscured the mirror, then thought about changing. First I wanted to try changing into opposite gender. I used towel to obscure and reveal the mirror, changing parts of my body this way. I became naked after a first try. Suddenly I found myself outside the toilet, non-lucid. I repeated RC and became lucid again. I went back to bathroom and continued changing. Each time as I changed, my facial features were feminine and different from previous. Only thing that was in common with each of them was that my hair were black and eyes had darker shade of blue with mixture of brown. After a while changes weren't instant and I had to hold the towel in front of mirror for a while. Suddenly when I revealled the mirror, it summoned the reflection. A woman with dark hair and eyes and somewhat pleasant body was standing beside me. Curiously, only her reflected in the mirror. She looked at me, smiling. I touched her to shift into her body, and then she disappeared. I changed my head a few more times until I was good with the change, then started changing the torso. It was quite quick to get a female body. Suddenly someone approached me from behind, pointing a gun at my back. It was a blonde man in a black suit. He shot several times, but I ignored him and the shots. He disappeared after a while, his bullets not even touching my body. Then I started shifting lower parts of my body, this was the hardest as the mirror didn't reached it (and I haven't thought about enlargening it), and feeling coming with it were quite intense (more in a turn-on way though). I was trying to hold on and managed to stay in the dream. The lucidity faded away though and I stood there non-lucid. After a short while I woke up.

WBTB
I RC and I'm realise I'm dreaming! I attempt to fly to my solar system, but the sky is the limit. :bangshead: The sky says in clouds "SMYM" It stands for "show me your moves" but I only picked up on that when I awoke. I then had a bit of a lucid nightmare in a maze, but I woke up in time.

I am playing a game behind a big glass window, almost like a virtual old-fashioned pinball game, which started out with me playing it on my iPad, but then quickly morphed into a full-size attraction. It has huge flippers protruding through the glass to propel the ball. I walk outside the glass structure and notice I am naked (bingo dream sign). I do an RC and check my hands: they are deformed. I then look over to see a DC walking towards me, in the parking lot of where that glass pinball game was. It looks like an elven creature from one J.R. Tolkien's LOTR stories. It's very gangly, with big ears and a mouse-like face. Its big, intense eyes peer straight ahead, fixated on something in the far distance as it shambles forward. The mythological-looking creature never looks at me. I try to greet it. It doesn't talk to me.

As he walks past me, my subconscious informs me that this DC is, in fact, me. That this is how I look when I dream; this is the form and the image I take on. I marvel at this, wondering why my subconscious has projected me as in such a alien, non-human way. I figure I'll have a lot of introspective, self-analysis to do come morning. I try to address the creature and tell him that this is a dream. Again, no response; it is as though he is deaf. I think I even try call him by my own name, Paul, but to no avail. This lucid dream is very low-quality and blurry. There is a dirty, ubiquitous fog which permeates the dreamscape.

I follow the creature as he shambles into the building I just came from. The glass window is gone, the gigantic pinball machine which was behind it is gone. The interior now looks like someone's dingy apartment. It reminds me of the inside of a dank mobile home which hasn't been remodeled since 1979. The carpet is dark brown shag, and the kitchen is grotesquely in need of an upgrade. The walls are made of a type flimsy faux-wood paneling which was popular back in the 1970's. There are old, dirty plates and bowls piled up on the countertops. The strange caricature of me goes into the kitchen. I stay in the family room with the brown shag carpet. I walk around in circles, looking down at the carpet.

Because of the foggy, sluggish ambiance of the dream, I am unmotivated to do anything, and I and am reluctant to go anywhere without my dream-double (even though he seems oblivious to my presence). I peer pack into the kitchen and there he is, standing by the sink and eating something from a dish. He still hasn't said a word or looked at me. I decide to commit myself to staying here in this ramshackle abode with him. To make the most of my time, I practice dream stabilization and increasing vividness by rubbing my hands together and focusing on details in the room. I inspect a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall; I scrutinize the individual strands of brown shag in the carpet and I focus intently again on my hands. Every time I look at them they shapeshift. The final time I inspected them, they were black with outline of my fingers glowing with a green and red neon charge. There is a light switch on the wall. It worked (proving yet again that this type of RC can be unreliable).

I eventually lose control and my LD recall fades. Dreamt 1/15/2017

I was in a car with 3 people I didn't know. Also dreamed my teacher had to cancel class or something was wrong. Wasn't aware enough to complete the task of the month for January.

1. My intention going to sleep was to find out if I remember things from waking life in my dreams. I am walking in to work and put my purse in the cabinet and notice my monitor on the left is on and the right is not. (Yesterday and Friday I put up the photo from Astronomy Domine's that has the palms up with the mantra in the center saying "When I am dreaming, I am aware that I am dreaming" I look at it occasionally throughout the day but purposely put it up only on the left screen). In this dream the photo is up but instead of dreaming it says sleeping in both spots. I looked again and thought to myself, is this the way it is supposed to work? I was surprised I noticed the difference, it was so subtle. My mind likes to tease me. Then I remembered my goal and sat in my chair and decided to think about numbers from waking life (yes lucid). I easily thought of birth dates, my social, my phone number and husbands and realized that yes it is just the same as being awake. Then my black screen on computer made a clicking noise, and I looked at it as white numbers were appearing. It was so cool. This was my memory haha. The numbers were coming across was the combination to my safe, my old telephone number when I was in high school, my husbands social security number, pins, passwords, they started coming faster as I read what they were out loud. This was like a memory test and they were scrolling down like a game, I had to get it before it fell off the bottom of the screen. So cool it went faster and faster. The strange thing is I don't remember many of those numbers in waking life. Needless to say I was excited. Probably doesn't sound exciting but I couldn't go back to sleep. I woke up and it was 12:34.

2. Trying hard to get back to sleep and I had two strange HHs. One was a woman with dark brown shoulder length hair sitting on the other side of the isle next to me like in a plane, she was rambling on and on about her Tina and how she lost her eye because of a neighbor boy and his throwing a stick at her eye. She is doing so well and her glass eye makes her look almost normal. Oh my

3. I am in a Dr.'s office and I see and totally naked elderly heavy set man laying face down on the table with his legs spread just enough hmmm, not a good last image before jumping out of bed to go to work but still on adrenaline rush from reaching my personal goal.

Awesome sequence of dreams, very memorable. I had orders to assassinate a military officer (using a sniper rifle) at a military base. But I had trouble identifying him, and there were far too many other soldiers around to get a closer look. I think I temporarily gave up.

Another scene. I'm in a big city, at night, and it looks like it's the 1920's. It's raining. I'm in a parking lot (lots of old timers, that's how I know I was in the past), and I wanted to steal car to get out of there. My motivating for this criminal behavior is a mystery to me. The door opened, as door locks didn't exist yet in this dream version of 1920. The car alarm went off, and it was loud. A voice told me (or my own inner voice?) that I needed keys to start the car, so it was pointless to even try. But it was too late... between two buildings, I could see a man, a cop, approaching - investigating the alarm. I tried to casually walk away from the vehicle, but knew he'd seen me and was following me. He would arrest me soon, I thought. But then, something happened. I "felt" like I could fly. I could sense gravity "tugging" at me, almost begging me to take off - it's hard to describe. I realized it was the ultimate way to escape arrest. Here begins the "pseudo-lucid" part of the dream. I have all the abilities I'd have if I was lucid, and have some subconscious idea that I am in control and this isn't real, but at the same time not really... once again, very hard to describe. I still blindly follow the "plot" of the dream as if I wasn't lucid. I take off, and look back at the cop in mid-air. He stands there, looking at me, bummed out he couldn't arrest me. I give him the finger, and fly away. The flying, despite the rain and the darkness, felt exhilarating as hell. I looked down, or saw my shadow on a building, and saw I was wearing my long black trench coat. I was also wearing a black leather cowboy hat. I flew through the city, fast. So fast, I flew straight towards a building and knew I'd hit it if I didn't make evasive maneuvers pronto. But as usual, I knew such high speed maneuvers would be difficult, and I was too lazy. I decided to simply fly right through the building instead. I expected to violently burst through the windows and through the whole building, but instead I just kind of "no-clipped" through it, as if it was a fake video game object. This felt dissatisfying.

I flew into the next scene. Near the base from the beginning of the dream sequence was the Hollywood sign, which I flew past. It was sunset. I decided to finish my mission. Here things get violent. Continue reading at your own peril. I landed in the middle of the base, and smashed my way into the largest building. I fought soldiers, and defeated them easily using super-strength. I smashed them into walls, through walls, into each other, and worse. If doors were closed, I casually smashed them down, or just walked through the wall (physically breaking it down, not phasing through). At one point, to get to the floor above me, I just super-jumped up, smashed through the ceiling, and ended up on the floor above! In combat, I used a form of super-speed (the same mental power that propels me in flight) to bash into soldiers, to get a bit of extra punch. Anyway, I couldn't find my target. I grabbed a soldier, and forced him to tell me where his commander was. The soldier told me he was in the small building across from the big one I was in. I walked over to it, and casually bashed in the massive steel door. There he was, the target. Suddenly, I was attacked by several soldiers that came running at me from the courtyard. They stabbed me with their knives (in the chest and abdomen), but my skin was as solid as Superman's and they did not penetrate. It felt very uncomfortable, though. I easily "defeated" the soldiers. Again, very violent moment coming up. I turned to the surviving soldiers, as I was holding another one in my iron grip. I told them I would rip their buddy's head off. The commander mockingly said he doubted I could do that. The soldiers, on the other hand, said he should not doubt my words. They'd seen me in action before. Eager to prove my power, I started violently jerking my prey's head to the back. I used my mental "lucid powers" to imagine it being easy, but it still gave a lot of resistance. In the end, I could see a red "line" in his neck where the skin started tearing from the pressure... That's where the dream ended. It was ludicrously violent, but it felt so good. I was an absolute terror, the "anti-Superman". It felt... liberating! The entire dream had a pretty cool pop-rock soundtrack, and I think I may have heard the song in real life before.

In a later dream, I was an "escort dude", or gigolo. People were standing by a black board, and had to "grade me". Disturbingly, my mother was there too, and also graded me (gross!).

I was in a classroom, among teenagers, but I was an adult myself. I lost my temper, as the other managed to say things that got under my skin and made me relive the horror of my own high school years (and history with bullying). I was desperate to affirm my superiority over them ("I'm an adult, you can't bully me anymore!") but felt utterly powerless. Guess that's why I enjoy ripping DC's heads off...

I was carrying trash bags while riding on a motorcycle through my hometown. One bag in each hand... Cool 80's synth music played in the background.

Ritual: Woke at dawn after about 4–5 hours sleep and complex but dimly remembered dreams. Considered taking galantamine but decided against it, as my motivation was not sufficiently high. I didn't want to completely give up, so I took a quarter teaspoon each of piracetam and bacopa. Woke at 8am with dream.

DILD, "Let's See What's in My Backpack!": I was walking through some type of institutional corridor when an odd plaque on the wall caught my attention. It was a rectangle of flat grey stone like slate, about a foot long and a few inches high, with block capital letters incised, reading: "AWAKEN."

Like what, into a dream? I thought wryly. For that to work, I'd have to be... oh wow... am I dreaming? No sooner had the suspicion arose than I immediately recognized it to be true. I immediately went into dream observation mode, taking the plaque into my hands and examining its details.

Feeling grateful that the dream itself had given me a clue as to its nature, I was reminded of a similar incident that had happened just earlier tonight: this was the second time I had gotten lucid due to events in the dream. A DC had said "lucid" and that had triggered me. No wait, actually it was the third time... I remembered briefly getting lucid in an even earlier dream, but I was embarrassed when I realized how quickly I had lost that awareness.

Of course, the fascinating thing about these memories is that I have no way of knowing if they are real. I'm more than half inclined to think that they are false memories, the kind of deja vu that is so common in the dream state. Then again, I still forget such a great portion of a full night's dreaming, even now, that the possibility remains that these incidents actually occurred. There's no way of knowing for sure, which is interesting in itself. It is the perfect epistemological quandary.

Now aware that I was dreaming, I continued walking through the institutional corridor, and felt that I had been walking through similar corridors in my just-remembered lucid episodes earlier tonight. If the memories are not false, there is nothing surprising about the coincidence: for some reason bland institutional corridors seem to be my default dream space.

I wandered aimlessly for a bit—I think I passed a cafeteria—until I realized that if I wanted to stay lucid this time I would need to perform some deliberate action. During my WBTB I had not felt motivated to attempt any DV tasks, so that is probably why none occurred to me now. As I continued walking and wondering what to do I noticed a familiar sensation, and realized that I was wearing my backpack. Since 2001 I have been using the same leather backpack, seemingly indesctructible, every day at school and on every journey I travel. I was amused that it was with me even here in a dream, and surprised by how distinctly I could feel the impression of weight on my back. Wondering what might be in it, I realized that this could be a fun spontaneous task.

I passed from the corridor into a very large rectangular room with walls tiled in squares of light blue glazed ceramic. The room was completely empty, with no features or furniture or people. I walked to the very center and announced loudly, even though no one was in sight: "Okay, everybody! I'm going to play the game of 'Let's See What's in My Backpack!'" I unslung the backpack from my shoulders and held it upside down, dumping its contents into a pile on the floor.

The first thing I pulled off the pile was a winter jacket, made of smooth synthetic cloth with a quilted core. The inside was a rich royal blue, and the outside was bright red with black highlights. It was very clean and new, and resembled no jacket I have ever owned, nor would be likely to purchase.

The second thing I picked up was a clear plastic bag with a zip lock, one of the medium-sized ones that is deeper than it is wide. It was full of coins. I looked more closely at the coins and it was clear that they were all Thai, though they resembled no WL Thai currency. "I wonder if I just got back from Thailand," I mused—meaning within the context of the dream.

The next thing I grabbed was a plastic bag of similar shape and size, and this one also contained flat pieces of metal, but instead of being round like coins, these were engraved rectangular strips. I decided that they must be some decorative pieces I had picked up in Thailand. This idea had evidently taken hold, because the next few items in the pile were cheap Thai souvenir gifts, like decorative little pouches and other small assorted knickknacks. I set these aside impatiently.

Next was a book, evidently a journal, titled A Wonderful Compendium of Lessons of Life Learned. I regret now that I was not inspired to open and read it! I must have figured that if the lessons were already learned, I wouldn't get anything new out of it. It did not occur to me that my waking mind might be really interested in what my dreaming mind might think to put in such a book.

After this I pulled four different water bottles off the pile, one after another. One was a hot water bottle like you use in bed. One was military style canteen that I thought I recognized as one I used to own. Another was a flat drinking flask, fairly large in size. I think the last one was just an ordinary plastic bottle of water. My impression was that I needed all four bottles because they each served a different purpose: hot water for warming, cold water for drinking, warm water for drinking, and flask for drinking. But I realized that it was terribly inefficient to carry four separate water bottles, and I wondered if I could consolidate them down to just two, so I would have less to carry around. I decided to worry about that later.

The last thing I pulled from the pile was a very large duffel bag, the size of the one I use to carry my HEMA gear. In WL my bag is plain black canvas, but this one was (not inappropriately) emblazoned with the Tournament of the Phoenix logo. It occurred to me that given how much stuff had been in my backpack, perhaps I should be using this duffel bag to carry it instead—but I remembered what a pain it was to lug around a huge unwieldy duffel bag, and decided to stick with the backpack.

At this point a huge crowd of people suddenly thronged the room, all seemingly in a hurry to go somewhere, and they were sidestepping me and my stuff with annoyed expressions like I was in their way. "Hey! I claimed this space first," I protested. One DC paused to look at my Tournament of the Phoenix duffel bag and asked another DC standing across from me something about martial arts training in the area, talking right over my head (I was still sitting on the floor with my stuff). "You'd think you'd be asking the person with the duffel bag," I muttered, slightly miffed. I noticed that whereas I had initially occupied the very center of the room and had not moved, now I was all the way over near a side wall, and yes, right in the path that everyone was trying to walk through.

I had time enough to wonder if I should wake and write or dream on a little. I decided the latter—I usually do—but found myself waking up anyway.

WBTB
I think about how sometimes I had known it was a dream, but not "caught on". I realise "WOW! I'm DREAMING!!!" I become lucid and fly out the window. There are these coloured squares on the ground that glow with a pitch, and I sing a bit to test it. Eventually, I fly upwards in to a star I KNOW is right. I zoom in, and I see two planets orbiting each other. They have 4 moons shared between them. The moons are unremarkable, but the planets are intruiging. One is an icy blue planet, and the other is a gas giant which is yellow with a brown band diagonally wrapped around it. I memorise them, and move in closer to the sun. The next planet is an interesting turqoise with green patches. I FA for a few seconds, then wake up for true.

29-Jan-2017 - ND: Chess pencil + WILD: Detective in 60's Chicago

ND:
I cannot win an on-line chess match because the "pencil" I use to move pieces on-screen breaks up in pieces (!)
People around me make an "Ooooh!" out of disappontment (!)
I make up another pencil from "magnetic" parts, the top has part has a hole which I fill with a ball, but the ball has to stay floating inside for the pencil to be valid (!!) I manage to do it on the brink of my move time

ND: Fragments
- I discussion with colleagues details about a customer development contribution payment - something related to accepting a plastic box as evidence (!)
- A chicken scribble note I cannot translate

WILD#1:
I pick up a DooM shotgun and walk around, shooting at enemies, then I fall asleep

WILD#2: ~7:30 AM
I start near a car, it's an America police car, black and white. I open doors and check inside to stabilize the dream
Then I get in the driving seat, start the engine and drive it through the roads of a city
After some time I realize it's Chicago, from the elevated rail and other landmarks
When I look down at my clothes, I am wearing a black police uniform
I notice few people / cars around

I park the car at a random spot, walk the stairs up to the rail station, talk with the ticket sales guy, he speaks Italian with a strong Sicily accent, we talk a bit in that language, then greet in English
In order to pay for the ticket, I look for money in my pockets
He says "There is your train", I turn to see it coming
The train stops, I get in, have a seat and look at the people around me, they are wearing 60's clothes, women with light colored dresses, men with striped suits. Cool !
I touch my clothes and they become a suit very well toned with the rest
While the train runs on the elevated rail, I look at the scenery out of the window, roads, people, few vehicles, very nice
At the next station I get off the train

I pull off I have a rendez-vous with more cops for a mission, their names are Clarke and Jeremy
I meet them in the street, both are wearing striped suits, one light brown, the other gray
The introduce theirselves: Clarke is a bearded guy wearing a hat, Jeremy has black hair with gel and a rather pointy chin
Our mission is arresting a boss named Jack Nicholson - I think I hope he's not the actor, since I like him a lot
Jeremy pulls off a sheet of paper, I can read some words, it's clearly typewritten (Eng?)
The plan is arresting him by financial irregularities

He's in a red brick building close to us, it's a huge butcher shop - they mention the "legend" he has sold the meat of some of his victims to restaurants. I say it's disgusting, we'll make him pay for that
Each of us has a revolver, we discuss we'll most likely get inspected, I ask them if they have any hidden weapon, they say no
I hint I may be forced to use some unusual weapons if things go bad, they ask for details, I tell them they will see if there is the need
I just strongly recommend them to stay close to me in that case
Then we enter the building

After a glass door, two guys with Thompson guns. The one to our left searches us, find our guns and takes them
I tell him to treat it carefully as it's expensive, he launches it carelessly in a wooden box
We mention our appointment with the accountant, get escorted to a glass door showing the name "S.R.Richard"

We sit down in front of him and tell our story talking alternatively
We are business partners, own a restaurant, and want to buy meat from them
He says it's up to them deciding their customers
We mention high quantities of 1st choice meet, and we are ready to pay well, he gets interested
He asks the name of the restaurant, we provide, he says strange, I know it and the owner, we say we just purchased it
He tries reaching for the phone to check, but we say he can do that later

We mention a fourth partner who's giving us most of the money, but he's fixed with the integrity of his suppliers
He would like to be sure this firm has no irregularities, and ask the accountant to show us their accounting books
First he denies us that, then I put him some mental pressure and he agrees, takes a huge book and opens it on the table for us
I can read some hand-written names, amounts and so on, the accountant ensures that everything is in order
Then I mentioned he's right, except I noticed a buffalo hanging from a hook and I cannot see any mention of a buffalo purchased in the book

I say I am sure this is going to get fixed, but I want to avoid any surprise with our financer, and ask him to discuss with his boss
He says he cannot do that, their boss is too busy to be disturbed for this matter
I manipulate him mentally and he says Okay, I don't know why I am doing that, but I will take you to the boss
My colleagues look at me puzzled

We get in a large office with a big window looking outside and another big window looking at the interior, both at the entryway and the butchering room, where I see many beef bodies hanging
Behind a large desk, a fat man wearing a white suit, smoking a cigar
He asks the accountant who are these people, he's visibly upset

I take the lead here, things move quite fast.
I mention he'd better come with us for checking his books, he calls his bodyguards and more men to kill us
The room quickly fills up, and I quickly use my powers

I build a protective shell around us to protect us against bullets

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I slam one guy with a Thompson machine-gun against a wall, blocking him there with a metal U-shaped tube at his neck, this quickly strangulates him to death
I use a wind power to launch a guy against another wall, then more wind removes the muscles from most of his body, leaving half of his skeleton exposed
I burn another guy with flames

Then I move to face the boss, I say him I will not harm him if he comes with us
He asks me what I am, try to resist, I mentally hurt one of his toes

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again removing its muscles and seeing only the bone remaining, inside the shoe

he screams in pain

Before leaving, I look from the internal window make the hanging beef drop from the hooks, then look into the meat mass and give them back life, a herd of black and white cows walks the area. I mention, it's too late for the hamburgers (LOL)

Then I use a "mental lazo" to lift him, smash the big window behind him, deposit him on the street
I quickly get out of the window and fly down
My colleagues reach me, shocked by what they have seen
I tell them to call a car to take the boss to police station, the car comes, we get inside
There is another guy driving it, I ask him to get off as Clarke and Jeremy are too tight in the back seat with the boss
Actually is to talk more freely, they ask me how that was possible, and I tell them the shocking truth: I know it's hard to know it, but they are actually not alive, but just inside my dream
Myself I am even kinda shocked by that, and shiver strongly

I can see they are not very convinced by my words, and I tell I will provide some solid proof: I have just built a bridge above lake Michigan, connecting it to the other side. We drive our car to the coastline and the bridge is there, fading in the distance
I tell them if we've got three hours of spare time, we could get to the Michigan state and back
They say now they believe me
We reach the police station, dream fades at this time

After a 45 minute WBTB, without exposure to artificial light, decided to drink a cup of coffee and half a banana.

It took some 30 mins or so to fall asleep, although i expected to remain awake ( which alleviated the pressure and fear of failure so to speak)

In the dream i feel an urge to pee, so i have a false awakening and go to WC but it does not relieve me, so this makes me remember to RC

The LD lasted until the urge was too strong to remain asleep

This was an interesting finding, and surely opens some avenues for experimentation. There is already a technique called urine initiated lucid dream. It can generate false awakenings about using WC and this can be exploited to realize lucidity

This cup of coffe had a strange diuretic effect. I did not drink water during WBTB

I probably can substitute water for coffee, although i may miss the coffe stimulating effect on mind faculties

The urge to urinate can be a trigger to RC and if the urge remains after peeing should be a sign one is using a dream body.

If one is well hydrated, proabably there will be more than 6 opportunities to pee in a day and to build this pee-RC reflex. And if one trains to remain with the urge to pee and not immediately visit the WC ( which must happen if one is to remain in bed ) it can also be used to RC at every urge you feel. But be careful not to change your bladder habits or disturb its autonomic functioning. Be aware that you can also urinate in your bed, it might happen in theory.. But if you get lucid before peeing it should be no problem

This urge can also be used to wake up and WBTB

Gonna keep some experimentation on this