lucid

WBTB
I become lucid spontaneously. I use a remote controller to change the house to candy. YUM! The dream is quite blurry so I yell "Clarity now!" a few times. I phase through several walls and I then find a window. I punch it, and it is... gladwrap! I fly around randomly pranking DC's by saying 'Devestimente'

Ritual: I went to bed at 1am last night, early enough that I hoped to get some dreaming in. I'd had good luck with the "Dream Leaf" supplement last time, so took the blue tablet before bed, together with two tabs of bacopa and a vitamin D supplement (the latter unrelated to any dreaming intentions). I slept deeply and I don't even think I woke up for a few hours. I still have no clock in the bedroom since I've been charging my phone downstairs, but I estimated it was around 4 or 5am when I first woke. At that point I took the red pill and went back to sleep. I woke a couple more times but was disappointed that I didn't recall any dreams. Finally it must have been around 8 or 8:30am and I felt almost awake enough to get up, but I thought I would give it one more shot. I mixed about half a teaspoon of Piracetam in some water and swallowed that before going back to bed. That's when the magic happened. It was about 9:30 when I woke up again after a linked series of lucid dreams.

1. ???
I feel certain there were one or more fully developed scenes initially, but so much else happened afterward that I lost all memory of these earlier episodes when I woke. One thing I like about tasks is that they act as a focus for memory as well as intention.

2. Gifts under the Tree
I was in my bedroom and already aware of dreaming, and it felt like some scene had just concluded. The thought occurred: Didn't I mean to finish the gift task properly? I'd better get that done before I wake up or I'll be annoyed. I remembered that my error last time had been forgetting to look under a tree for the gift. However, I looked around and saw that there was no tree in this room. Rather than waste time trying to find a tree elsewhere in the house, I decided to brute force it and manifest one right in the room. My ambivalence about this inelegant solution nearly destabilized the dream, but I was determined to finish the task so I managed to hold it together, even though I had to do this by getting down on all fours and crawling across the room toward the corner where I decided the tree would be.

Everything had gone dark but I figured as long as I could still feel the floor, it was not too late to restabilize. The texture of the floor was distinct, hardwood, and I could feel the smooth boards with small grooves between them, so I focused on that until the visuals kicked in again. My sight slowly returned, and although the lighting remained dim, I could see an illuminated Christmas tree in the corner I was heading for. Is it lit with real candles? I thought, noting the especially warm quality of the illumination, and remembering the nineteenth-century images that had always captured my imagination. But then I remembered why we don't do this anymore: Isn't that a fire hazard? I felt a flicker, not of the candles, but of the dream nearly destabilizing again at my irrational concerns, so I forced my attention away from the lights and onto the area underneath the boughs. I was still on my hands and knees so it was easy to peek underneath.

There were three objects. Two were wrapped, one rather messily, but the last caught my eye because it was unwrapped. It was a single glove, and from the position of the thumb I could see that it was for the left hand. No sooner had I observed this than two more manifested, in different colors, also for the left hand. As I wondered about the possible significance (nothing occurred to me) the pile got larger... maybe a dozen left-handed gloves were now strewn under the tree. This was getting out of hand (no pun intended) and anyway I preferred to choose a wrapped gift, so I withdrew my attention from the gloves and looked at the other objects. The first two hadn't appealed to me, but now I saw a flat, rectangular, neatly wrapped item that seemed perfect, so I picked it up for a closer look.

As I tore through the several layers of wrapping and tissue paper, I came across small textual clues that made me think this must be a gift from my spouse. It turned out to be a book, a beautiful old volume bound in leather that looked like it couldn't have been published later than the nineteenth century. The title was printed in small stamped gilt letters on the front cover. It was something like Personalities of Note, and subtitled Pple of Our Time, where I understood "pple" to be an abbreviation for "people." The author was identified as Lord Lytton, a name that I knew I recognized from WL history but couldn't immediately place.

Turning the book over in my hands and admiring the beautiful cover, I discovered a library sticker on the lower part of the spine. I wondered what library had held such a fine book and looked on the sides of the closed pages where the name is sometimes stamped. The top side of the pages had been coated with gleaming silver pigment, further attesting to the book's quality, but there were no stamps on the outside. I found it inside the back cover: "Library of _______" (I can't clearly remember the name but it was a one-syllable word ending with "nsk," similar to Svensk or Minsk, but something else I think). I continued to look for a "discard" stamp or some other clue that it had been deliberately divested from the library's holdings. I couldn't find one but reasoned that it must have been; surely it wouldn't have been given to me as a gift if it was still a part of a library's collection, and anyway, ex-library books are very common these days.

I opened the book hoping to read some passages, but despite the English title and author, the text was unmistakably in Cyrillic. This was disappointing since I don't read Cyrillic, and I concluded that it must be a translation.

3. Vampire Interlude
I don't recall the transition, but found myself lying next to a blonde boy. I realized that I was a vampire and that also reminded me that I was dreaming. I fed on his blood and gave him advice on his sexual difficulties.

4. False Awakening
I found myself lying under my down comforter in a very plausible facsimile of my WL bed, and even though I was lying sideways across the foot of the bed, I didn't think it odd because sometimes I'll lie in odd positions when I want to relax a bit more but avoid falling back to sleep. I felt aroused and began touching myself, but then I noticed an odd feeling of displacement and realized that even though I could distinctly feel the pressure of my fingers when I flexed them, my hand was resting at my side and not actually in contact with any other part of my body. I correctly deduced that this was because I was not fully awake. Eventually I was able to persuade myself that if I was lucky enough to still be in the dream state, I should make better use of it, and forced myself back out of bed.

5. Explaining Massage to the Snow Lizard
I flew out the window and landed in heavy snow. Now that I was on my feet, I found that the snow was so deep I could barely push my way through it. I was actually enjoying this, because I've been disappointed with the quality of the snow in the WL winter so far. It was night, and I was walking around a vague dream version of my house, but the thick snow made me feel like I was in some deep kingdom of winter. Wondering what to do next, I tried to remember any of the other current tasks of the month or year, but I was having trouble coming up with them. I thought hard until one came to me: the massage TOTM. This wintry realm seemed like an odd place to look for a massage, but part of the fun of dream is improvising, right?

Movement in the air made me look up, and I saw thick-bodied, pale blue lizards flapping slowly through the air. Maybe I could convince them to do it! I beckoned them down, and two of the snow lizards landed and gazed at me curiously.

"I'd like you to give me a massage." I instructed. They looked back blankly. Either they didn't understand the concept, or didn't understand why they should comply. I worked on the latter angle: "I need you to help me! It's for a Task." I tried to make the word "task" sound very important. "Please just rub my back a little." I sat down and turned my back to the nearest lizard.

What the lizard replied was so peculiar that I repeated it to myself many times afterward, making sure I would remember the phrasing: "Mr. Cooper, could you please salute the Constitution? I mean, lift your shirt." I found it very amusing that "salute the Constitution" was apparently a local euphemism for "lift your shirt," though I had no idea why he addressed me as "Mr. Cooper," a name that inspires no particular resonance. I complied with his instruction and looked foward to the prospect of a massage, since my back muscles have actually been sore lately in WL and I've been needing one.

I should note that by this point I had already been dreaming for so long that I was starting to worry how well I would be able to remember the details, so I was actually carrying around my dream journal and taking notes. I recognized sadly that they would be unlikely to persist into waking (though I always, irrationally, hope that somehow they will), but I figured that the concentration of writing down details might help me better fix them in memory. I jotted down what the lizard had just said while I was waiting for the massage to start. I think the second lizard was looking on quietly the whole time.

The lizard wasn't doing anything, so I tried to instruct him in how to give a massage. "Stroke my back," I suggested. He limply touched it. We wrangled a bit but weren't getting anywhere, so I decided to try a different tack. I lay face-down on the ground and insisted, my exasperation rising, "Just walk on my back! Walk directly on it!" I remembered when I was little my dad would have me walk on his back this way, so it was a valid form of massge. I was afraid the lizard might be too heavy, but reminded myself that since it was a dream I couldn't come to permanent harm. But the lizard still balked.

I sat up again, trying to come up with a solution. I remembered shiatsu, how it uses chopping motions. I thought that might be easier for the lizard to master, so I attempted to explain it. Finally I felt something vaguely massage-like as the lizard patted me several times on the shoulders with the flat part of its front feet. (For the first time I contemplated the anatomical differences that might make this challenging for the lizard.)

"Great!" I exclaimed, pleased that we were finally getting somewhere. "Okay, now keep doing that."

But the lizard sounded like someone awkwardly trying to escape an embarrassing social encounter as he replied: "Ummm... it was nice to know you..." and disappeared into the night.

6. The Lonely Beauty of Dream
Somehow after all this I still wasn't awake. I could hardly believe it myself. I knew I should force myself awake at this point, I was juggling so much in memory, and had so much to write down—and the dream notebook I was still carrying was not likely to be much help, though I continued to jot down details.

But I didn't want to wake up. I was enjoying this too much, and wanted to see where else it would go. I was still next to the house, but the sense of winter was fading as I walked around the corner, feeling fully in my element and murmuring: "This is my domain." I walked into the house, which still felt like mine even though it had no resemblance to WL, noting how detailed it all was, even a bit cluttered, boxes of cereal on the counter. What should I do next? I didn't feel like attempting another task as I already had so much to remember. As I approached the front door, which was open on a beautiful bright day—it was no longer dark outside, and the trees were green now—I was inspired to try to see the dream world at its best.

"Show me the beauty of dream," I commanded as I walked through the doorway back outside. I was addressing the dream state directly now. I repeated this a few times, and indeed, the natural landscape around me was incredibly lovely. I walked to the edge of the trees and pulled down a fir bough to admire it. The needles were an unusual shade of purple.

I continued admiring the landscape until I was struck with sudden note of melancholy. Everything was so beautiful, but what good is all this beauty if you have no one to share it with? That was always the problem, wasn't it? Could this explain something about the kind of beings we are, why we choose to cohabit a shared dream despite all the inevitable conflict? I felt a hint of that distinctive sensation you get when you're stoned and think you've stumbled on some revelation of cosmic importance, but at the same time you realize that it will sound bland and foolish when you look back on it later. The sense of loneliness persisted, so I attempted to break through the solipsism, to summon something to me, to reach out and find some other cognition.

A spacecraft flew low across the sky, seeking a place to land. It was not an alien ship but clearly of human make, chunkily built. I don't think it resembled anything in WL but was probably inspired by films or games: the first thing I thought to google was 'mass effect shuttle' and the image results are actually about right. I was surprised to see, as it came closer, that the word "AMERICAN" was written in block letters across the side.

The shuttle settled to the ground and I walked toward the landing site. The hatch opened and a few people came out, walking in single file. The guy in the lead was wearing his suit, but no helmet. He was a dark-haired, middle aged man with a rugged face. I thought he resembled the character Group Captain Peter Townsend from The Crown, which made sense because we've been watching that show lately, and the character was a military pilot.

I wanted to signal my benign intentions so I held my hands out and up. The captain also held his hands up, although I noted that he did not let go of the rifle in his right hand, he just wasn't pointing it at me. I guess he felt wary and uncertain of my intentions. "I come in peace," I announced to reassure him, though it occurred to me that he should be the one saying that—I lived here. As we came closer I slowly (so as not to startle him) brought forward my right hand, inviting a handshake. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and did the same. I brought down my left hand to clasp his in both of my own, feeling warm and benevolent. "Be well," I said sincerely.

At that moment I felt the irresistable pull of waking draw me out of the dream. I hadn't intended it, but it was perfectly timed.

Nights 5 and 6 earned me zero points. No dream recall; no anything.

On one of these days (can't remember which), I experienced a very short WILD during a nap. It lasted about 3 minutes. During the dream, I tried to achieve my second competition goal of figure drawing (practicing a real life skill). While I was able to make a sketchbook appear, it was harder to make a model show up, and I tried to start sketching but I think I woke myself up. At any rate. I'm not going to count it this time, because I know that I can do better than that. I don't think it quite counts since I didn't really finish practicing the skill, like I didn't even finish a gesture drawing or anything.

Night 7:
Non-Lucid Dream Fragment 1: This was from my hypnagogic imagery. It's always hard for me to wake up during those and write them down, because my body is in the process of falling asleep and doesn't want to stop! However, in this one, I was walking to a castle, with Tess.

Non-Lucid Dream Fragment 2: I was visiting an aquarium at a college. I believe it was either a) one I had previously visited IRL, or b) one that I thought I had visited IRL in the dream, but hadn't actually done so. There was a whale, and I can't read the rest of my notes. -_-

Non-Lucid Fragment 3: I was at a different version of my grandma's house, and a former uncle of mine was there. He either farted or fainted -- it's hard to read my handwriting dang it xD I think it was actually farted. And he was putting away some stuff in storage. The dream faded to a store/shop of some sort.

Night 8:
Non-Lucid Dream Fragment 4: There was a Pokemon, a spider and something else that I wanted but that also creeped me out. Someone or something got lured into a corner.

Non-Lucid Dream Fragment 5: Theme park, roller coaster, talking with others at the stheme park.

Non-Lucid Dream Fragment 6: I was making love to an older (middle-aged?) woman. She was very pretty, and it was all in all a very pleasant experience, but I remember wishing that she could somehow be Tess, my tulpa, so I wouldn't feel so guilty about what I was doing.

Non-Lucid Dream Fragment 7: This one may gross you out. Just a fair warning haha. I fell in love with a lizard that was sticky and slimy. I need to stop spending so much time on DeviantART. It is dirtying up my subconscious mind. xD

Non-Lucid Dream Fragment 8: A group of shiny people were running away from something. Metallic shiny, I think? But I was "pinned down and safe." Nope, no idea what that meant. It made sense to me at the time of writing, obviously. Again, too much time on DeviantART. \o/

Night 8:

Non-Lucid Full Dream: I was still a missionary (did it a few years back). It was our day off, and I was on the computer...watching a live dog??? Ah, I still can't read that line! Another missionary was online chatting (face to face!) with Adam Young from Owl City, and I started chatting too! Adam looked a lot younger, though, and he had a security guard with him. For whatever reason, he was in a rush, so he couldn't chat for long. But he was also very kind, as I'd expect him to be.

Night 9: Got nothing. I could've at least written down some hypnagogic stuff, but I was too exhausted. It's been a difficult start to the new semester, and I haven't been sleeping enough.

Total: 1 WILD, 8 non-lucid fragments, 1 full non-lucid.

WBTB
I become lucid. Don suddenly appears and says "I have a challenge for you." He takes me to a room and says, "This is the tiraninon. You must accomplish three difficult tasks to succeed. Good luck."

The scene warped until I was standing at a spaceship port. I have to steal some plans off the malevolent looking spacecraft. After a lot of tense sprinting and blaster shooting, I succeed.

The scene warps again. The task is to buy a bar of soap! I am in a shop selling bars of soap.
After around twenty distractions, and not listening to them, I buy it with the characteristic cuboid money of my dreamworld.

The scene warps again. The task is to survive! I am in a green park and it is peaceful. However bombs suddenly start exploding around me. I think "A rational person would fly out of here to safety, but the children!" I decide that dreaming is not all for pleasure, and save the children, but die in the process.

I complete the triathlon.

I await my score.

Don congratulates me, and says "9, for using a wand."
I somehow know I have been reprimanded about this millions of times myself, but I am satisfied. However, I am confused. I say "But I failed the last task..." Don now says "No, you were the only one to complete it successfully. It has taken you officially out of the spectrum of just control. You have learnt that dreams themselves have worth, not just the control wrought on them."

24-Jan-2017 - WILD: The giant worm

1AM WBTB, no ND recall, fall asleep after

6AM wake up, attempt WILD, success

WILD: I materialize a canteen tray in my hands. I turn it around, observe its small details, little stains and cracks, until I feel confident the dream is stable enough. I look around, I am at the company canteen. I go take a red apple, I bite it few times.
<JUMP>
I am inside my car, in queue on the road I usually drive each morning. Around me, many more cars. Everything looks normal.

Three rows ahead, the ground cracks and a giant black worm gets up.
It's got scaled body, elongated head, bulging eyes, two short arms up in the body.
I see people getting off their cars and running towards my back.

The worm is trying to attack the people and I summon a transparent glass between the people and the monster.
Then I attack the monster with long bursts of flames from my hands

I summon a tornado close to the beast, cars start rotating in the air.
I "push" cars from the tornado to its body, hurting it.
<JUMP>
I am at the office, V is with me. We talk a bit, then I ask her to pass me her phone, I point it towards her, and I see her in underwear on the screen. Nice.
<JUMP>
A short view of a light blue dodo (it was from a TV program)

-1-I became lucid for no apparent reason. I did part of the standard procedure while trying to turn my right hand into a cartoony hoof. Then, I became Twilight Sparkle, and ‘galloped’ west. (still felt human tho. I hate that) I saw a pony very similar to me, (clone?) so I ran back east while carrying someone on my back. (I may have been carrying myself) After I returned to the spot where I started running west, I found Rainbow Dash standing around with nothing to do.

The whole area was grassy and sunny, with rows of trees surrounding modern rural homes. I had passed one while I was running earlier.
Lucid Time: 45-60 seconds
-2-I climbed on a cliff, grabbed toxic vines, and ran up a road with some friends.
-3-In this dream, I was navigating a house/building that constantly rotated around a horizontal axis. It was like the stage “Revolution” in Super Monkey Ball 2.

A rough night sleep-wise. I don’t remember anything from before my WBTB, and then it took me forever to fall back asleep. I finally do though, and find myself at a concert. There’s this moving piece that someone is playing, and I suddenly become lucid. I listen to the chorus a few more times, hoping to commit it to memory for when I wake up.

I FA in the guest bedroom, where the song I heard is playing on a radio and is slowly fading out. I’m initially disappointed in myself for letting the lucid slip away, and that this song I thought was new apparently already existed. However, I decide plug my nose to check if I’m still dreaming, and much to my surprise I can breathe fine. A large mirror on the wall immediately catches my eye, so I walk over to it. For some reason, the word “Belch” is scratched into the glass. I ignore it, and instead try to focus on phasing through the mirror. I first stick my hand inside, and the glass ripples like water around it. I stick my head through it now, and I can see the hallway on the other side of the wall, but it seems darker and more run-down. I jokingly mention that it’s “The Upside-Down”. I move back and forth on each side of the mirror several times, observing the differences. At one point, I see an ominous, ghostly purple blob, about 3 feet tall, start moving down the hall of the Upside-Down towards me. I’m hit with a sudden jolt of fear, but I remember that this is a dream and prepare for a fight. As it enters the room, I jump back out of the mirror into the light zone and prepare to face it, but instead it’s now a golden glowing blob that seems much more friendly. It approaches me, and ends up moving into my body, which fills me with a wave of happiness and warmth throughout my body, but I quickly FA again.

I’m still in the guest bedroom, but now there are other people there as well. There’s some game going on in the corner, involving a ton of spheres on different stair-like platforms. On each level, you have to sort them using a different sorting method (alphabetical, size, etc.) that you have to figure out. Along the way, little dwarves pop out from under some of the stairs to either provide hints or sabotage you with false information, so you have to determine the lies from the truth. I observe someone playing this for a while until my alarm goes off.

Also, I completely forgot the song.

WBTB - 2
2 DILDs - 15
RC - 1
Partial Phase - 5
1 NLD - 1

Night 11 Total - 24 pts

After talking to some random people at a new school. The dream scene change in to being in a apartment. I am in a room with another person who happens to be stealing items. I didn't know how I got here but I didn't want to look like I was helping him in anyway. I leave the apartment and enter the old house I use to live in. Somehow it is right next door from this odd place. I thought this seem weird but I enter inside anyway and quickly put down my backpack. I then felt the urge to lock the door just incase I so happen to be followed.

Once I made it back to the living room, I notice that things up to this point did not add up right. I became lucid due to my conclusion. I tried to turn on one of the lights but the light only flare orange yellow and a dim way as if it was about to stop working. I wanted to see what I look like so I head on over to the restroom to see myself in the mirror. I tried to turn on the lights but it wouldn't come on. I then made a few attempts to summon something but nothing happened. I figure as much and decided it was time to go outside. Inside the apartment made me suspect that the outside would be night but instead it turns out it had become day.

I run outside looking to my right and say cars flying down the road. This huge green truck actually made a bad turn and appear to look like it was going to crash. I couldn't tell as when it turn the houses block my line of sight to continue observing the green truck. I look around and could tell it must have been raining not too long ago. It may have been bright sunny outside but the road and grass and houses or anything else has been damp with rain. The sky had some few dark clouds that just happen to seperate as well.

I have forgotten the joys of having dream eyes when very lucid. The grass and everything look so colorful. I began seeing a few joggers and started jogging with them. Not long through observing I had almost bump right in to this kid. I continue jogging and not long after I woke up.

WBTB
I focus on my finger. Soon, I am only feeling my finger, as the rest of my body has gone to sleep. I now move the finger, and I'm dreaming! I reality check, and I wake up.

We’re hosting a huge Christmas party at my house, open to pretty much anyone we know (neighbors, old friends, high school teachers, etc.). I’m on cleanup duty, which is basically a never-ending job, since people keep dropping the glasses on the tile floor in the kitchen, shattering them and sending glass shards everywhere. I finally get fed up with cleaning up broken glass, so I passed the broom to my brother and walked towards the back door. My music pastor and an old friend of mine both walk in. The pastor’s incredibly impressed with the amount of Christmas decorations, while my other friend (who’s really into cars and mechanical engineering) comments on a spare engine we have laying in our backyard. I carry on a conversation with them, but really I’m not paying attention and instead am looking forward to playing Rock Band with them.

I’m playing a 3DS game where your character is flying around through some obstacles, and you have to move the 3DS around to control which direction you fly in. I play for a while before I realize I don’t have the 3D setting on, so I turn it on, and suddenly I’m a lot more immersed in the game, until after a while I’m no longer playing the game and I’m actually in the game, flying around various levels with incredible ease. I find myself at one point in a high school building, going through a couple different classrooms, rubbing my hand across the ceiling as I glide effortlessly around with no particular goal in mind. A couple students tell me I should “Peter Pan” - fly around with my hands on my hips like Robin Williams does in Hook. I do this for a while, despite the fact that it looks and feels somewhat silly.

I wake up to my WBTB alarm, but immediately after turning it off I fall back into another short dream. I’m at what seems to be a circus of some type, standing in front of a big, yellow, old-fashioned marquee. There’s some kind of stand-up comedian nearby telling jokes, and as he speaks, his words show up on this marquee. At one point he says, "Ladies, always avoid dating a guy who's into circuses. He'll promise you a night of magic and excitement, but ultimately you'll end up with two half-deflated balloons and extra justification for your fear of clowns." He then ends up saying something equally hilarious about women in relationships, but I forgot because I was cracking up from the first comment, so much so that I actually woke up again laughing like crazy.

While I was up, I decided to do an actual WBTB for a few minutes before going back to sleep. I’m now at my college, moving stuff in for the start of my next school year. My new dorm room is huge, about the size of a basketball court. It’s big enough for 6 bunk beds and a loft, plus a large common area in the middle. Plus, it’s on the corner of the building, so there’s large windows on two walls, allowing me to see the entire night-time city skyline from several floors up. I quickly realize that it’s someone 1am, way past curfew, but I still have half my items that I need to bring in. Plus, I realize that I left my TV that I was gonna take at home, 800 miles away, so there’s no way for me to go back to get it. Another guy is moving into this huge room, but accidentally drops his large TV at the foot of one of the bunk beds, causing some of the support beams to almost melt away. I realize this is weird, so I stop and think about where I’m at. “I’m such an idiot - I graduated college months ago. I’m dreaming!”

From the get go this dream is incredibly stable, so I don’t even bother doing any more RCs or stabilization. I see my brother who for some reason is here - he has a slightly alarmed look on his face. I explain to him that this is a dream, and to prove it to him, I grab his arm and tell him to look at me. He focuses on my face, and so I casually will us both upwards until we’re both flying. My brother is incredibly excited by this - so much so that when we touch back down, he tries to test his new skills by jumping out the window. I chase after him, only to find out that the dorm room is now about 50 stories up, so it’s a long way down. I straighten my body out to become more aerodynamic until I catch up to my brother, who is freaking out because he can’t control his descent. It’s hard to hear him at first because of the sound of the wind whipping past us, but I eventually remind him that this is a dream, so even hitting the ground at top speed wouldn’t hurt a bit. We keep plummeting until we reach terminal velocity, and then splash down into a lake. The initial shock of the water is jolting, but ultimately both of us are unscathed.

The dream transitions to somewhere else. I’m now lying on my back in a large green field. My center of vision is strangely slightly underneath me, in the ground about a foot or two, so I can see my body and the grass around me, but not the sky. Still, everything feels incredible, and I spend about 5 minutes just enjoying how everything feels. I can sense every single blade of grass against my body, and I can feel a cool breeze blowing above me. I can even feel the earth rotating beneath me, until it starts rotating a little funny. I start to feel less like I’m lying on the ground, but more like I’m tethered to a grassy ceiling, suspended over the endless expanse of the sky. My euphoria is cut short by the feeling of a cat jumping on my chest, and I’m pulled out of my trance to see that I’m lying on the floor of my house. I sit up and notice a weird old lady who is reciting some kind of script, and I realize that I’m in some kind of weird commercial for cat food. I tell the lady her commercial is dumb, and then leave through the back door.

There’s a lot going on in my backyard. There’s a goat on our roof, a fox on top of my car, a ton of crows flying everywhere, and a single random tree that’s caught fire. I try to think of some other tasks to score some points, but for some reason I think I’ve already done them (I thought that interact with an animal was a personal task, that teaching a DC to fly was a TOTM, and that I had already done all my 3-step tasks). I decide to try for some time control, so I reach out my hand and will everything to slow down. After a few seconds, everything starts moving in slow motion - I can see every wing flap of the crows, and the fire is now moving much slower than before. I try to jog my memory for some more score categories, but then I’m woken up by my morning alarm.

3 NLDs - 3
WBTB - 2
DILD - 10
Interact with a DC - 2
Fly - 5
Invulnerability - 5
Dream Theme (lake) - 5
Time Control - 10

Night 10 Total - 42 pts

D1: I keep having lucid dreams about my husband but we are both young & don't look like us. It's really odd. I've had 4 this week like this. They are just of us spending time together. I think it may be because we are really enjoying changing things in our house. We are almost done hanging these Led Starry String lights w/ remote. It makes our living room & dining room have this nice warm calming feeling. And we now have a cheaper way to fix couple of other things. It's so liberating after raising our 4 kids!

D2: Chained right on into this dream by walking through a door. I was w/ my ex-girlfriend in a setting that looked something like the Domestic Violence Shelter where had met. It used to be an old school & very nice. Kind of like a dorm w/ a gourmet looking kitchen w/ sitting rooms and such. I've mentioned her a few times on here & the fact that we were best friends before our relationship. We had a falling out so we don't talk anymore but I think of her now & then because she has cancer. This dream was particularly odd. She looked younger & really thin. She acted like I knew she would. I seem to always become lucid where she is concerned & this was no exception. I just spent time talking to her even though she wasn't being sincere & being manipulative as usual. I just wanted to stay there a while regardless to see what I could learn. I think I've learned that I have made peace w/ this situation but it's sad nonetheless.

D3: I was still lucid & chained right into a different setting by using the technique of looking at a single inanimate object. I was looking at a bed first & then a door. I walked right into a woman's house. Her grown man child was talking to her like a dog. I was very calm as I was in the last 2 dreams. I was very focused on the very white walls of an apartment. It was very very nice. I could have done some cool stuff but I'm working on the details & control so I just comforted her & helped her stand up her son & his friends. My control over my emotions was very new in dreams. It's the one place you can do things you probably won't do in real life or on rare occasions. But calm or more accurate peaceful, in dreams is strangely hard for me. I took the time to do this as I walked in & out the door. I woke up feeling like I did a meditation. It was very serene.

I was talking to A.W on the phone after a very bizarre sleepover. I was outside with a bunch of people on a balcony overlooking a lake at sunset. I was telling her about dream signs and she said, “So all you’re really looking for is Josh, right?” and I said, “Not necessarily.” I named off a couple of dream signs like seeing blackness when a dream ends. Then I saw a black truck drive by on top of the water and added, “…or a truck driving on the water..” Then I started to question if I was actually dreaming. It was hard for me to believe and the dream didn’t feel very stable but somehow I concluded that I was dreaming. I jumped around and celebrated for a moment then I turned to the girl behind me and said “Please go get my dream guide. We’re supposed to meet here.” She left and while she was gone I did the stabilization trick of getting on all fours. I could feel the heaviness of of my body on my hands and knees and I could see the grains of wood with some detail, but what really stood out to me was my hands. They were small and the fingers were different sizes. Like deformed, mutated baby hands. It’s the first time the hand RC worked for me. By now, it was dark outside. The girl came back with something long wrapped in her dress. Wtf? I unraveled it and she scolded me for being rough so I apologized. It was a just a long frayed electrical wire with a handle. I was like, “Oh well, I might as well try to change this and use it to summon my dream guide.” I focused my attention on it and suddenly the wire mended itself, grew really long, twisted around, whipped around, and pulsed with electricity. I pointed it at the sky and willed a button to emerge on the handle. I clicked the button and made a gun shooting noise with my mouth and imagined fireworks. Instantly the device made a loud gun sound and moments later a dull firework went off. That was my signal to my dream guide, who I never did find. I was trying to think of what to do next and I remember the TOTM was to get a massage. As I was walking around, the dream ebbed and flowed between vividness and vagueness. I kept looking at my hands to confirm that I was dreaming. Mostly my hands looked mutated, sometimes they looked normal except my fingers would get stuck in weird positions. I told myself, “I really am grateful for real life. Lucid dreams can be weird.” I was generally unhappy with my environment, it was dark. I was in an empty parking lot for a moment and then at a hospital. I asked one of the male receptionists for a quick massage and he looked at me like I was crazy. I went around the right corner and found a small office with two local men and said, “Excuse me, physical therapy. I have a knot in my right shoulder, could you please rub it for me? I don’t want a back adjustment or anything.” They told me I didn’t have anything wrong. They explained why it was obvious and started talking about a medical book. I was like, “Yeah, okay, but I really am sore right here so if you could just massage it for a minute that would be great.” One reluctantly agreed and gave me the crappiest massage ever. Massages in real life are way better. I could hardly feel it. Not to mention, it was awkward because of my DC’s apprehension. Afterwards, I went outside thinking of what to do next. I remembered one of my goals is lucid sex. But this dream felt a little dark and it’s not the place I wanted to have sex, nor could I find anybody worth having sex with, and clearly my summoning was not successful. I decided this dream had been long enough and I better write it down before I forget it even happened. I started walking inside and the dream began fading into an NLD. The dream was going to turn scary as I walked down a hallway but I tried to stop it and it turned more into a movie with Dax Shepherd’s wife running an election. Someone brought out newborn wild cats like a tiger and jaguar. I pet them happily and said “Too bad I didn’t put this on my competition goals list, I could have gotten points!” (It’s true that petting a tiger is on my personal LD bucket list).

MILD seems to be my most reliable method at this point (but I’m still hoping I can get DEILD to work for me at some point). I didn’t even think my intentions were very strong tonight because I didn’t seriously start thinking about LD’s until right before falling asleep. I said my mantra, “Tonight I’m lucid dreaming” over and over until I fell asleep. As I was starting to fall asleep I would notice myself in subtle dreamscapes, mostly of being at a royal masquerade ball. During this I practiced remembering to be lucid. I did have mugwort tea about a half hour before bed, but I have taken that once or twice before with no success. I had a few vivid dreams (2 NLD) and did a brief wbtb. I set my intention to remember to lucid dream, but again I feel that it wasn’t particularly strong. I don’t even remember falling back asleep. Then all of a sudden I had a DILD because I was talking about lucid dreaming in my dream!

This makes for 3 LD’s in one month, not bad!

Monday again and again i could sleep in after K. has to go to work. this time i tried lying on my back to increase chances because lets be honest my performance is pretty much a shame this comp. so yea here the lucid parts:

-i seem to be in a mix of climbing room and class room. one or two people climb on this very small, maybe 3 meters high, climbing wall. there is one dude that seem to be crazy. he climbs and jumps around like a lizard. i watch him and it seems odd but fair enough people are strange.
there is an instructor that starts talking something but stops in the middle and just leaves the room. all students or what stand there with no clue. i run after the instructor and feel angry. he is fast and we move thru several rooms. i tell him how stupid he is and that he just cant leave like this. he can instruct us fully and then leave because then we can practice but like this everybody is just standing around. i start noticing that i am at my old school in the aula and i pass a girl that i didnt see for years but i seem to know her. she smiles and i smile back. we only have eye contact for a second.
this makes me lucid. i confirm it with a nosepinch and move on. the fact that i saw someone that i didnt saw for years in waking life sparkles my interest. i say out loud that i want to see Daniel from way earlier when i lived in a different city and went to kindergarten or elementary school. i cant even remember how he looked in waking life but i look into a specific corner and there are two guys. they turn and look at me and we both start smiling like you are really happy to see someone from your old past. i approach them and he seems familiar even tho i already in dream know that i cant confirm his look. he looks older than i remember him. maybe 15-20? we dont talk and i urge myself to not get lost in senseless semilucid stuff.
so i turn around and continue. i remember the weekly task but that seems to much now. i remember totms to make points. the first one i remember is basic I: find a present under a christmastree.
i turn around and i am pretty sure that a little down the hall there will be such a tree. i look thru some glass doors and already spot something that might be the tree. i start running to it and start running way faster than in waking possible but i feel like still not fast enough so i stop and try to zoom in like gab described. i try to focus the tree and see a detail more detailed i feel like the picture gets bigger and i get closer without moving. the tree is near now and i phase thru the last glass door without any effort at all or too much noticing it. it is a christmastree but i think a fake one made out of plastic. there is a table next to it and now i look for the present. there are two transparent boxes on the table that might be presents but one can see the content and it looks like something for the tree or something not interesting atleast. so i search the ground and look under the table. after some moments i notice one present and second later several more. they are flat and made out of folded napkins or something similar. i try to open one but i find more layers of napkins. after two or three i put it down and open another one. there i find money. i pick up the first again and try some more layers until i feel like i am in the middle. dont know if it is completely empty or there was a piece of plastic in it but nothing one could call a present. the picture gets black and i start rubbing my hands after noticing that i am not awake yet. a voice is talking to me and i try to think about a next good goal to continue the lucid. all i know i wake up shortly after i think because K. woke me to say bye (i had earplugs and a sleeping mask so i just turned on my side and had one nld)


after a short wakening i turn back on my back and fall asleep pretty fast.
-i wake up in the back of a car. i feel disoriented. the car parks on a traffic island. i feel that my head or my upper body lies pretty wide outside near the street so i crawl back inside. i feel that i have earplugs in and my sleeping mask on my head but not on my eyes. this seem to be the car of a friend F. i turn on some music or music is already playing but i turn it a little louder? there is a lot of stuff flying around in this car. because i feel so disoriented i think i took drugs the night before.
i get a little nervous and i see in the backmirror that a cop is approaching the car. damnit. i remove the earplugs as good as i can but i have not only earplugs but some more small stuff in my hands. i feel thirsty. i look around and the cop is right at the drivers window. he knocks against the window and i open it and try to smile. he tells me to turn off the music and get out of the car. now that i removed the earplugs i feel like the music is pretty loud and i had the trunk open. maybe that brought the attention of the cop on me?
i turn the music down and notice that it is hardmetal... stuff i dont even hear. damn it seem that i have taken drugs, this car might be full of them because its F.´s and i am parking on a traffic island... bad start for something like this. i get out of the car and really would love to drink something but i follow the cop away from my car. he tells me to stand on a line infront of him. i pass him and go to the point. i stop and ask him "here?" "no further right" i do a big step to the right "no not so far back to the left" i move back to the left. i turn around and face him and try to not move insecure and smile as sweet as i can. he shows me how i should walk the line. at the beginning it looks simple but he gets more and more strange and funny and in the end it has similarities to a robotdance. i need to smile because my optics change and his body looks a little distorted.
suddenly the picture zooms out into the sky and back in and now i seem to be in the desert on a cliff. there is no cop anymore but i feel like i still have to do the line walk. i walk it and dance it and get lucid by it. the visuals change back and i am in a street again. the cop is still gone. i want to go back to my car and the that it is towed away right into an underground parking. i follow the car and i see a small checkpoint with something smiliar to a policeman inside. there is a line of cars waiting to get inside. i jump up, float over a car and dive into the next. in the millisecond i cant decide where exactly i want to be and i phase into the back or the trunk of the car and the perspective changes to 3rd person.
wow nice i wanted to to this anyway. at the beginning i float over the car but i relax and manage to move into the parking lot/building without getting noticed. i pass a room where on the left side there are at least 5 cops that seem to be a little bit more hardcore than a meter made. i turn right and pass directly two more of them. i decide to want a body again and feel that i start walking again. i pass a woman that seem to restrict the entrance of the area. she looks at me but dont do anything. i think about how good it would be to be invisible but no can do... now it feels more like in prison. i stand infront of a thick door with no window. i try to phase or squeeze thru it but i seem to have a logjam. there are some guys around and one opens simply the door for me so i pass thru.
now there is a dome out of glass and metal and here i can phase easily thru. the guy that opens the door follows me and is impressed "ah you are one of those guys" we walk over a thin metal pole over a river. there are a lot of cacti around. he says something like "look what a finish i can do" and he jumps into the water looking lame but without even one single droplet of water splash up. i get a little more awareness and remember my 3 step task. i want to unsummon something. i look around and see a hill full of cacti and rocks. behind there is blue sky with some clouds and sun. i wipe around at the top of the hill and want to make those cacti go so i can have a better look on the sky. it works like a charm and all thats left is the blank hill. even tho i dont move actively, just standing on the pole i notice that we move upstream. my next 3 step is mass tk. i point at some other cacti left of me and want to lift all at once. they start shaking and a lot of pollen seem to fly up but the cacti dont disroot. thats a shame. i feel like i cant concentrate appropriately because i am moving the whole time. i decide to go to the river and try again. i do a mixture of jumping, floating and shorty tying to leave my body/get 3rd person witch results in nothing but a fall into the water. i swim shortly but wake up after.

I decided to keep my journal colour coded, so it's easier for me to re-read them and jump into lucid parts or parts that are somehow important. So blue is going to be lucid and red will indicate any insights or an outtake of the dreams.

In my sleep today I was finally able to fully realize and complete a mental map of my own portal into a lucid dream. Not that I didn't know about it before. I always kept a mental map of it. But it was rather intuitive and I never actually tried to draw it on paper. Today however I was able to "finish" it in my dream and give it structure.

So my personal portal leading to a state of lucid dreams is a particular building. It means that whenever I see it or find myself inside of it, I know I'm dreaming and thus, start lucid dreaming. I've been there a number of times and took my time to explore it. I know its every corner and every door. It's always the same and always works like a charm.

It has two parts to it. It has a facade and a rear side that leads me into a reoccurring town. Its left wing leads into a state of a regular dream, meaning that if I choose to go to its left side I will always transition into another dream, usually non-lucid. It's a great way for me to escape an unwanted LD or beat/hide/run away from monsters.

If I, however, choose to exit through its rear door, which is situated in the right wing of the building, I will inevitably end up in this re-occuring town. The town, just like a building, always stays the same but has a very large territory which i haven't explored fully yet.

What is interesting though is that in order for me to get to its left side (i.e. regular dream exit) I need to climb a secret staircase in between the building's walls. I access that staircase through a kitchen of a restaurant on the ground floor. There is no other known way to get to the left side. Until today I didn't question why it works this way. Why does it have to be secret and located between the walls? Why is there no easier way to exit to a state of regular dream? Is it because our minds always have to have "doors" to carry us from one place into another?

The building itself has about 5-6 floors, is non-residential and have numerous offices, where I see people working away. They usually do some kind of office work, using a lot of paper. The building is pretty harmless and nobody usually pays attention to me. They have a restaurant on the ground floor and a pool.

There is also a scary part to this building, and I don't like it when I somehow end up in there. It has underground floors that go deep below the ground level. From the look of it, it looks like an old hotel with A LOT of similar doors. Its halls seem endless and there is always something chasing me. One time I decided to face it, and it looked like a tall human-like creature with very long hands. I don't know where the doors lead because I am afraid to open them. I tried opening a door once to runaway from that creature, and I found myself in a small room. There was a boy watching TV in that room and he was very surprised and frightened to see me. I wonder what these creatures represent and why I am scared of them.

So, in my dream today I wondering in a quiet forest and was thinking about this portal. It's funny that mine looks like an office building. I also thought that our mind is a very clever thing always giving you two options to choose from: walking into a LD (in my case, it's a town) or find my way into a state of a regular dream. In 99% of time, I choose to climb the secret staircase to get to it's regular dream side if I'm ever given the choice.

Vague Hogwarts dream.

WBTB

I RC by putting my fingers through my hand. It shows I am awake. I try again by looking at my hands. I have 7 fingers! I become lucid, and remember my goal of making background music for the scene. I phase through a wall and I am in a garden. I focus on I can hear a joyful classical movement for the Haydn Cello Concerto. I teleport to Aldeterune to test it and I now hear 'Silent Woods' by Dvorak. I explore the forest in peace.