lucid

Working Recovery:

I'm at work, outside, on the garden path between buildings.
NH from high-school marching band is there.
He has some kind of injury to one arm and to one leg.
The injuries, are exceptionally gory, like stumps where the hand and foot should be.
NH seems like he is in a good mood regardless.
...
I'm on the production floor, but the office cube area is reversed from left/right and under construction.
There is a tarp that goes over all the cubes, indicating that they are inaccessible.
...
Later I'm with NH at a back-area of the production floor.
His injuries seem to be lesser now, with just bruised limbs where the stumps once were.

WBTB:
I woke up after about 7.5 hours of sleep (11PM to 630AM) and then stayed up for about 45 minutes before going to sleep on the couch for a morning nap.

False Awakening:

I'm at home and taking out the trash. I notice that there are a few more trash/recycle cans than there should be. About 4 or 5 against the expected 2.
I do a nose-RC and become lucid. I recall the 'pre-flight check' from Daniel Love's book, so I decide to attempt that.
I say outloud "this is a dream, nothing is real, nothing can hurt me."
I look around the yard, trying to interact and stabilize the dream.
But this only lasts a few seconds or so, and the world fades.
I vaguely recall trying to fit my hands into some kind of gardening pot by the front door or side of the house.
...
I 'wake up' on the couch, and my family is there. Dad, sister, brother, and my friend DR.
We are taking turns playing a VR game, where the perspective of the person playing the game shows on the TV.
...
Later I'm in a different room, with pillars on four sides and 'open concept' entry ways.
I'm struggling with some straps on the VR setup for my arms.
There were also two different sizes for the VR goggles, and a smaller one fits me better.

Recorded at 940AM.

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The Bulldog:

I'm sitting on a patio chair looking out to a sunrise. I'm high up, a few stories above the ground.
The patio is made of large wood pieces, similar in style to Frontier Land from Disneyland. Within the lore of the dream, we had just built it (my Dad, sister, and I).
I looked at my left hand and noticed that it had three fingers, and I looked at my right. It had four.
I become lucid. The very next thought is that I want to learn more about my dreamworld, to serve me better later.
So I decide to keep looking at my hands. They keep changing in finger count wildly, not fast or as if morphing, more like my brain kept trying to convince me that they had 'always been' said count.
It was more like my perception was in flux than the actual visuals. Tough to describe.
This activity doubles down on the fact that I truly am dreaming.

I decide to get up and look around. I see a man down below in a pool, he's singing on a platform in the middle.
Also, across the way there is another man singing. I listen to them for a while, but I can't recall the tune now.
I noticed a bulldog down by my heel. I feel a massively comforting presence. I don't recognize this dog but I feel the comfort anyway.
He is wearing some sort of skin(or should I say fur) tight dog-shirt.
I remember that I should be stabilizing the dream, so I run my hands across the wood railing a bit.
I notice that the patio is missing some pieces, and get concerned about the stability of the structure.
I decide to go the the side of the house, and once I turn the corner, it represents the side of the house I'm living in now.

The bull-dog is sitting in front of the gate that leads to the front yard. I go up to him and start to pet him.
"Are you a bulldog?" I ask.
"Yes, I am!" the bulldog replied with a British accent.
"Can you tell more more about you so that I can find you in my world?" I ask.
"Ohhh you shouldn't do that...because I have...my issue." the bulldog replies ominously.
I notice he is drooling a bit.
"Well, what is the issue?"
"I....tend to wet the bed." the bulldog admits with some shame in his voice.
I start to comfort the bulldog, but then I begin to lose lucidity.
Instead, I start telling the bulldog a story of a recurring dream. It's about not making finals for marching band back in high-school.
I try to recall the name of the girl who was our drum major who broke the news, but I can't remember her name (just her face).
This isn't actually a recurring dream.
An Asian girl appears behind him as if in response to the story, but she doesn't resemble anybody from it.
At this point I seem to get my bearings, and I start to narrate what has happened up to now, to the bulldog.

"So I've spent a lot of time in this dream letting things flow on their own, observing, doing RCs, keeping it low-key. Do you think it is OK if I try some dream control now?" I ask the bulldog.
"Yes, that seems reasonable." the bulldog replies matter of factly.
I walk forward and open the gate leading to the front yard.
It's night-time over here.
I remember that I want to try the teleport-sprint from another dream, so I position myself on the street with plenty of runway space in front of me.
But there is a festival happening on the street. Lots of people. This prevents me from having space.
I get the impression that the dream characters are not fans of what I am about to try, slightly hostile.
They don't stop me when I went to find a new position, but one guy did bump me as I passed.
I don't visualize a particular place. I break out into a sprint with the night-road in front of me and close my eyes.
I feel my body shake, similar to the first time having a WILD transition. Feels like going through a wormhole.
When I open my eyes, I see blackness. I assume I have woken up.
...
I'm back on the patio with the sunrise, but this time I think I am awake.
"Wow! What a cool lucid dream, I'd better go record it before I forget!" I think to myself.
I enter the house through a doorwall and go to a computer.
This home does not resemble one I have lived in.
The computer has three or four monitors all setup, and looks super cool.
Dream-me has a program setup that will record my dreams as audio, and then auto-tune them.
So I narrate the previous dream as it happened in its entirety.
I mess up the recording so I have to start and stop a few times.
As I recorded it, the computer generated an animated movie, with the audio, as a musical.
The graphics resembled Final Fantasy VII: Remake's.
I'm invested in making the video good.
...
I'm back in my actual bed. My girlfriend is by me, and so is a dog. It may have been a german-shepherd.
Strangely, my sister is at the foot of the bed.
We're awake because we are concerned that there is an intruder in the house.
I felt safe, because the dog would be able to alert us if there was a problem.
My girlfriend tells me I should give my sister the larger pillow, and I tell her that she is already asleep so there is no point.
I reflect that the dog with us is not giving me an allergic reaction, so maybe I can have a dog after all.
...
I'm back at my childhood home, and I'm talking about the intruder with my Dad.
I look at the thermostat, and it reads '60 degrees'. I think it is low, but my Dad tells me that this is how it has to be.
I look over to the living room and see my Mom playing a video game. She's losing so she calls me over to help and I do.

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Created Thursday 16 November 2023

Got a LD re-entry and some fragments today.

Scrap Group 1
Vaguely recall thinking I woke up from a lucid dream. Lacking memory of such, I'm inclined to believe it was false awareness.

In a very dimly lit space, like a wide basement or something. I pick up a laptop from the floor. I "recalled" buying a new system with one of the latest high-end ARM processor. Got it at a relative bargain at $1k. I watch some videos on multiple windows concurrently. One was clips of Attack on Titan. There were a bunch of purple splash effects for some reason. I spot my bro snooping nearby, much to my annoyance. I minimize the AoT videos and watch the others. These were matches for various Guilty Gear titles, including Strive, Xrd, and XXAC. One had Sol spam Grand Viper. Warp. Another unknown dimly lit place. I'm imitating Grand Viper. I managed to project fire too.

In the kitchen of an unknown house during night time. My niece was working on a school project. There was this light skinned black dude around. Only on waking up do I notice he was the host of Mental Outlaw. Anyway, he helps Jalani with her homework. Later, my niece and her mother (my sister) go out to get groceries. Timeskip again. The project was near completion. I see it's some kind of macaroni art on a cardstock booklet. Instead of macaroni, it's tortilla chips, both the triangular shaped and round varieties. These were arranged in rather sophisticated floral and butterfly patterns. The booklet, when folded, had cut-out city buildings and a radio tower pop up. I was asked to hold the book as he continued his work. He was making the finishing touch, when suddenly, most of the chips slid off its surface. I guess it wasn't as fixed as it appeared. The guy slams the counter in frustration. I noticed a tube of Elmer's glue in one hand, the other covered in the paste. I tell him my requiring a much stronger glue for a similar project some time back. Too little too late, I thought...

Spectator mode. This was some kind of Monty Python (or Python-esque) castaway survival comedy show. This took place at a lost island during a clear day. A barely dressed, stubble faced Englishman wanders off to a swampy area. There, he sees a withered tulip. For some reason, he likens this find to the burning bush of the Exodus. He discreetly collects some seeds. A bald, sunburnt old man in a robe calls out to confront him about this. The first man denies finding anything of value. The old man continues to accost him on the matter. They arrive at a beach of profound green, the shore littered with seaweed. Not far into the deep water was an expansive sand bar. Anyway, the younger man makes a claim that he found tulip seeds at a swamp much further away from the previous area. The old man is outraged, and calls him out on the lie. He then chases the other man into the high waves.

Dreamlet to dream. Dream re-entry into the same island mentioned above. This time, the waves were far calmer, though still congested with plant life. I walk towards the sand bar. I could feel the pressure and coolness of the waves, its briny vapor stinging my throat. Yet, I felt no dampness, as if water failed to stick onto my skin. Once on the bar, I strode on the water out to the greater blue sea. I anticipated some enemy would attack. On cue, a huge saltwater crocodile torpedoed at me from below. I dodged the beast, watching as it jumped over four meters into the air. I leaped after it, and grappled with the animal. I then flew us high up, arriving near the sky almost instantly. To much amusement, the crocodile suddenly changed into a big plush copy of itself. I hurled it far into the horizon. Then, I raised a a pillar of water from below, a cylinder about 1m diameter in depth and standing as high as I was floating. I froze the pillar into an icy pole, and began sliding all the way down. I'd thoughts to phase through, but decided I needed a bigger surface. As I was nearing the water, I thought maybe the sea floor would do? I soon hit the ocean. But, instead of piercing through, I wake up instantly.

I think its about time I buckle down and get serious again. I keep having random DILDs. A lot of them I forget and most I fail to record. I wrote this one down from a few nights ago. This is a straight copy from my mobile notes app so the format will be sloppy and there are typos.

Back from a jog somewhere unfamiliar. Alysha in car to pick me up. Shes wearing strang matching color top amd bottom. Light beige almost skin color but it seems bright or highly contrasted to the surroundings somehow. I do a double take and she has moved to the passenger seat. I hop in the driver seat and take off kind of fast. The car seems loud. There is a man on the bridge looking over. He glitches locations along the bridge.

Some how I know its a dream and I floor it and swerve right at him. I say to my wife watch this. I hit him and he flies over the top of the car. I say BOOM. I dont even slow down. I just keep driving
I look at Alysha and shes expressionless. I say i dont even care if you know I am draleaming anymore.
What?
I mean I dont care if you know its a dream.
She skreiks loudly, MIIIKKEE!
The "noise" of it wakes me up.

I was waking up from a dream and found myself in my bed. I tried to move but was struggling to. My body began to feel sharp pains and cramps all over. My breathing begins to become shallow and increasingly more difficult with each few seconds that went by. I immediately realize something was wrong as I tried to yell out in pain. I was unsuccessful in managing to open my mouth as the pain seep all around my body.

I began to think to myself what is happening? That's when something threw me out of my bed and to the floor. I was now at a distance to my bed. I now knew for sure I was in a dream but still had no control of any of my movements. I was then lifted up in the air and smack against the wall. That happened a few more times before I lost lucidity and woke up.

The dream starts with a sort of third person cinematic. There is a character conflict between a mix of Omni Man and Fire Lord Ozai and his son Zuko/Mark. (I will reference the characters by their avatar names since they more resembled them) The actual scene takes place at the big collection of rock pillars like the ending of avatar.

Zuko arrived brandishing his swords and attempted to confront his father about all the bad things that he did. There was a short firebending fight but he lost and was thrown off the side of the rock pillar where he dug his sword in. Ozai looked over the cliff at zuko, holding his sword into the rock face. Then I was spawned into a first person perspective and was fully lucid.

“You! You’re not the avatar!”

“Isn’t he supposed to be the one fighting you here?”

“Yes. But he was too weak to exist in my world, and he tried to take my bending away so I did what I had to do. Nothing stands in my way, not even you.”

“Dude, look. I’m not in the mood for this.”

He attempts a barrage of different firebending attacks. Barrier up. It does nothing. Not even the lightning. Ozai charges up a fireball in his hand and runs for me in an almost shot-for-shot recreation of when he blasts aang out of the rock sphere. It even sort of happens in slow motion.

“Barrier 2 origin to Ozai’s right hand. Set radius decimal five, collide with the fire only.”

Working exactly as intended the barrier forms around his right hand. When he throws the fireball, the blast is trapped inside the barrier and badly burns his arm. This visibly causes a lot of pain for him but he continues trying to attack regardless.

“Set barrier control mode gesture. Collide with Ozai.”

I move the barrier away and slam it down, crushing him into the rocky surface. Then I walked over and grabbed his hair and slapped him several times across the face with super strength. This bloodied his nose and knocked out a few teeth. Each time I said “stop”. But he kept squirming and trying to fight back. He tried to charge up a firebending attack on his other hand and I grabbed the fireball the moment it appeared and snuffed it out. It even made a little hiss sound.

“Stop! You are not fire lord Ozai. Not anymore. You are nothing but an erroneous combative construct of my mind. This is a lucid dream. Now you have a choice. You can continue to try and fight me which is obviously not working, or you can go for a nature walk and talk with your son who is hanging on for dear life right now. Talk to him. Really listen to him. Conquering the world is a bad idea.”

“You burned my arm!” He clutches his fingers on his right arm which is red and black, but he still seems able to use it.

“No, you burned your arm. Now you have something in common with your son.”

He seems to go through an emotional conflict, first wanting to attack me and then breaks down crying after realizing everything he’s done. I decide I probably didn’t handle that situation very well but say to myself “For my level of lucidity that was ok.”

The scene then changes to Aang who is laying on the ground dying. Katara and Sokka are there, along with Manei, Marcus and… Batman for some reason…? Katara is crying while trying to do waterbending healing with her own tears but she shouts “I’m losing him!” in a very dramatic and emotional way. I can sense the dour emotional energy resonating with the whole group. Its really funny in hindsight that batman is the one who is crying the hardest and I find that strange as he’s usually associated with being a stoic character. I recognize I should do something.

“God mode on. Revive Aang.”

As soon as I give that command I am deep in space being pulled into a huge cosmic being. I see the world we are on as wrapped in a bunch of tangled glowing white threads. I know that these are the strings of causality and I need to break the one that results in aang’s death and reincarnation. I find it on intuition and pull it loose.

I arrive back at the original scene and Aang wakes up and coughs. The scene is no longer bathed in reddish light like the original avatar fight was but instead seems to be calming blues and greens. Zuko is still hanging on to the side of the cliff and I help him up.

The only other dream figures still around are Manei and Marcus. They give me a bunch of personal effects like cell phones and wallets and stuff and Marcus has some pens and ask me to take them down to the bottom of the mountain and put them somewhere safe. I remember they give me all these items and I go to put them in my pockets to realize I am wearing a japanese schoolgirl sailor uniform. I think that is odd but remark “no wonder he wasn’t taking me seriously.” I try to tuck some of the items in the waistband of the skirt. Its a little uncomfortable but whatever.

I then look down off the top of the rock pillar and say “okay I have to fly down using just my leg rockets”. I jump off and practice a few times pushing energy and balancing upright. I then give one more push as I fall close to the ground. At ground level I find myself in a park/garden type area under a large cherry blossom tree. There is a sort of brick plaza around it on all sides and other flowers/plants growing in a neatly tended garden.

I leave all the phones and other personal effects there saying it will be easy to come back for them later and then fly back up. This should be the easy part as now I have my arms for control.

I start to fly up but at first have problems gaining altitude. I seem to be unable to get above maybe 10 or 15 meters no matter how hard I ‘push’. I intuitively say “Juice”, and I don’t know why I expect this voice command to work. (I think its meant to be a reference to the Expanse and the juice or the high-g acceleration drugs, and my mental logic is that saying that will allow my rockets to work better.) I say the command a couple more times along with some self encouragement and a few swear words and eventually seem to break free and start flying around. Its a bit uncontrollable. I fly up to the top of the rock pillar mountain. Now I seem to have the opposite problem, I’m flying around widldly with little control and constantly overcompensating.

I swing wildly above the top of the rock tower and start to accelerate uncontrollably. I roll around before I can fling myself away from the dream scene completely and push very hard with my arms to come to a relative stop. I remind myself that I have been flying in dreams for many years using the fire jets and I should not have any problems with controlling how I want to fly by now. After this positive affirmation my control is much better and I am able to set down on the top of the tower with little trouble.

Once landed I question why the Barrier, a relatively new ability seems to have perfect control while the fire jets still seem to be somewhat temperamental. I then notice that Manei and Marcus are gone. I want to have interactions with them and wonder where they went. Obviously dream persistence but I rationalize it away in-dream as them being shifted across a higher dimension. I say to myself something to the effect of “I cant see them but I can only see 3 dimensions.” I then remember that the barrier is a multidimensional hypersphere and wonder if I can use it to move across higher dimensions.

I bring up the barrier and start manipulating its properties. This causes the whole dreamworld to shift like one of those AI image animations that slowly morphs between different images. I lose the dream here and wake up.

I keep meaning to keep track of my dreams but this is the first one I could remember for awhile.

It was in first person and I have this feeling I was a spy on a misson. I'm not sure what the misson was- but it was at a mansion that was unguarded and I think someone was with me. I'm not sure if she was pyschailly there with me or we're talking by ear piece but she felt close by either way. Well anyway the thing is that someone I had to like open up a window from the outside and then when I tried to get inside I think the second time I had to fight the "son" (not sure if it was the millionare's real son, or not) off and rush inside a room where i think the millionare was already drugged (I don't know who did the drugging) but after I rushed into the room-i had to lock the door behind me and then I for some reason had to push the drugged millionare out of the window and then for some reason put a plunger on the guy's behind and then the dream ended because my body needed to go to the washroom and I didn't have time to go back to sleep.

Created Sunday 05 November 2023

It's been far too long since I shared anything on the forums. Time I fix that.

Scrap Group 1
In a condo complex during night. There was a group of people around, mostly of college age. There was talk of forming a DnD campaign. Everyone was very interested, though I was concerned it would've been too many players to be enjoyable for long. Judging from the builds people were spitballing, the group were really bad at optimization. At least two wanted to play Monks or awkward Monk multiclass, and one or two unironically thought the Champion was a powerful choice. For some reason, I started climbing up the wall of a three story building. I made it to the roof in mere seconds. Then, I tried to make a leap across to another building. The dream ended then and there. My waking thoughts were then muddled about DnD character optimization for some time.

Work stuff.

Dreamlet to dream. FA in bed. I suspected something was amiss. I look down at the mattress. But, instead of just seeing sheets, I find I was looking at a reflection of myself. This mirrored version was wearing black clothes, contrasted by the white ceiling. I was perplexed momentarily, before I asserted that this was indeed a dream state. I hurried up and out, only to walk into the void. The dream collapsed immediately. Re-entry a minute later, using calls to my guide as an anchor.

Dream 1 - Turbulant Fall, Calm Shore

The visuals were very dark. re-entry in bed. I call to my guide. As anticipated, E's voice echoed around me, first faintly, then more crescendo into dizzying volume. "This way", she repeated. "Over here". At first, her words seemed to be at the head of my mattress. It then shifted to my left. I roll towards there, and fall to the void. In doing so, the voice ceased.

I initially descended without much emotion; I've done this many times before. It seemed I was taking way longer than normal to see any change. To pass the time, I started yelling. Some concerns then made me notice my sleeping body, particularly in how I was sleeping on my side. To turn my attention away from this, I began screaming much more passionately, while I used my remaining strength to pivot into an elbow drop. Macho Madness, baby!

Wind resistance dramatically began to build up. Thinking to practice for the next DV Competition, I try plummeting so fast as to form plasma around me. Instead, I was shunted into a glowing wormhole, an ethereal tunnel swirling in violet and deep blue. I anticipated a warp, while still focusing intently on creating energy. This passage was also taking quite a bit of time. More doubts set in. I let out one final shout of defiance. It's then I noticed it was getting damp.

I promptly landed elsewhere. As I come to, I see I was ankle-deep in a shore. This was a shallow sea of calm waves, seemingly endless on all sides. The light of dawn glared in my eyes, almost muting all colors into grey; only faint traces of brown, red, yellow, and blue remained. A rush of emotions fluttered within me. Moist poignant was... nostalgia? I don't recall ever having seen anything like this, yet I felt as if I'd wistful memories here. This was accompanied with feelings of joy, melancholy, longing, and a strange foreboding. I had to collect myself quickly, lest I was completely given in.

For a moment, I was numbed. I needed to focus to steadily start feeling the cool water beneath me. I ambled slowly forward. As I did, I remembered I'd still not controlled an element. Guess water was it this run. Raising my arm, I tried raising a stream in kind towards my palm. To my surprise, I'd instead lifted up a colossal wave. It formed a few city block away, and was of like width. Wouldn't have taken much time to crash upon me. As it neared, I lowered my arm. The wave immediately settled down, and dispersed harmlessly. That's a relief.

I walked aimlessly for a bit longer. More unease lingered in the back of my mind. This brought feelings of guilt for some reason, as if I was unworthy to have this experience...

Before I could correct such thoughts, the dream fades. Another re-entry attempt, but it was inconclusive.

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1. Watching Shadows (LD)
I continue to walk around the various rooms of the building which appears to be an office building. There's a green hue throughout the rooms, and I continue to explore. I begin to reflect on how the area looks like the location of a previous lucid...
"This is a dream"
I'm lucid and take stock of what's in the immediate area. I continue to notice the slight greenish gray hue over the scene as well as a co-worker sitting at the desk in front of me.
"Hello dream An"
I think about engaging logic. I reflect on what he has on his desk. I then look at the shadows, and how they're being cast off of the chairs and tables slightly to the left. I notice that the shadows are actually quite accurate.
The lucidity fades.

2. Lightning Burst (LD)
I'm standing in front of the dining room table in the main house in Meadow. I begin to think about spotting the difference. It's pretty dim and I notice that the dining table is turned ninety degrees and has two large brown candles on it. I find it a bit strange. I become lucid and realize the dream is still continuing to form. I move slowly, repeating "I'm dreaming" quite a few times. I make a left and head down the hallways into the kitchen area. I decide to grab some chocolate in order to stabilize more. I figure I'll look in the cabinet to the left, and quickly find a bar, yet two thirds of it is eaten. I search for more and find one full one with many thick bulging sections along with a smaller square one. I decide to start exploring and look toward the family room area. I remember back to my meditation session in a past lucid and consider doing that. I take a few steps forward, continuing to think about where I want to explore, remaining in awe of the lucid feel and the environment in general. Suddenly, there's a massive burst of white light along with a loud thunderclap, seemingly coming from the left by the far window. The visuals soon go to void and I reflect on how I don't want to lose the dream. I take a bite of the chocolate bar and it's like in real life! I clearly taste the chocolate and apparently caramel that was in the center of the thick areas. I begin to feel myself waking up.

Day 3 (Tuesday 31.10) is not one I'm comfortable sharing, and I also remember very little of it. I experienced the dream as an invisible observer and played no part in it. Today's I remember a little better, but it is still two fragments. I believe I unexpectedly became lucid at the end.

A white, pink and grey house. It's a modern bungalow. A relative (grandfather?) of mine lives here. In the large kitchen-living room is a counter, black granite on top, pink sides. A variety of kitchen utensils on top of it include a shiny silver, tall teapot. Full-length windows wrap the side of the room that faces outside. It's snowy out there, some shrubs and spiky winter plants peeking through the snow under a blank white sky. I see that there are two small steps down from the glass door in pale beige stone. I remember running in and out of the house, hiding some objects or my own self in black and grey halls and behind doors. However the dream was overall a calm one. I remember sitting curled on the floor, reading. I remember modern white metal baskets and filing cabinets, supermarket bags full of clothes, and some piles of clothes on the floor. I remember conversation and a casually dressed man with longish dark brown hair and a small beard on his chin. I remember cooking, walking on a snowy road to get here. All the other recollections are too vague to be put into words. Faint fragments of emotions, flashes of images and indecipherable, tenth-of-a-second beeps of sound and glimpses of movement. I feel sorry to have forgotten what I feel was an eventful and interesting dream.

Later. A white box room, no windows or doors. Someone is in here with me. Suddenly I become aware that I am dreaming. Elated to have achieved lucidity, I want to test the limits of the dream and see what I can do. I think: 'how about flying?' and move my arms a little away from my sides. Then I am spiralling up into the air towards the ceiling of the small square. I can look down at the same time as I see myself from above, looking upwards to the ceiling. I feel an incredible rush of joy and lightness while my companion is looking up at me. But it's short lived. As I'm about to go through the ceiling I feel the dream slipping away from me. The scene itself seems to break away from my consciousness and spiral downwards into blackness until it disappears.

While losing my dream I saw my bedroom, with lights on, appearing. I don't know now if I woke up or fell into a deeper sleep. I remember waking up later, to the sound of my alarm, in darkness.

1. Super Speed (LD)
I head to the door of the dim room, away from the ladies I've been speaking to. I begin to think about dreaming and my awareness stirs. I open the door, walk through, and begin to recognize the balcony in the main house in Meadow. I'm lucid. I glide down and go out into the front yard. It's the middle of the night and a large crescent moon looms overhead. I slowly walk down the driveway and stop for a moment. I decide to slow, down, soak in my surroundings, and my sense of self within the environment. I walk notice what appears to be a baby stroller with a baby in it on the middle of the driveway. I decide to begin engaging logic while verbalizing what I'm seeing. The scene becomes extremely vivid, the crisp blue colors emanating throughout the nighttime dreamscape. I make comments about the cars passing by and what they're carrying on the rooves. One truck is carrying a few layers of some type of wood. I then turn to my right and decide to exploring farther down the road. I see several people walking on the sidewalk. There seem to be slight hues of green to the scene and I decide to move much more quickly down the road - I go for super speed. I remind myself that the scene is entirely my mind - it's all me. I begin to zoom at super fast speeds. The dream characters in front of me begin to blur a bit as I rapidly approach. I see a couple more pairs on the sidewalk as I zoom ahead, blurring by and begin to think of other LDers who must experience these things quite a bit. The scene soon fades into a void. I retain my sense of self within the void, expecting another dream to form. I stay here for a while, maintaining awareness. I slip into a non-lucid.


2. Hotel Room (LD)
I look toward the screen in the hotel, with my parents to the right on the bed. I think about what would happen if I viewed this as as dream, and used dream powers to show them something on the screen. I become lucid. I face my parents and begin thinking about things I could do in the dream. I turn toward the window, think about exploring a bit. I consider that the dream may fade, but ignore it and face through the way. The dream goes to void and I hand out in the void for a moment before phasing back in. I walk toward the opposite end of the hotel room. I head to the bathroom area and begin thinking of finding DCs to interact with. I begin heading toward the other end of the room. The dream slips into a non-lucid.

Went to bed around 12:00AM.

Messy Awakenings:
I have a false awakening on my couch (where I currently was sleeping in waking life).
My uncle J is sleeping nearby. My dad is there and tells me that I should move to the bed so I don't hurt in the morning.
I heed the advice and head to my bed. When I entered the room, my sister is in my bed and there are some blankets and pillows on the floor.
The room is larger than I recall in waking memory but I don't pick up on the inconsistency at the time.
So as not to disturb my sister, I lie down on the floor and go to sleep.
While I don't recall exactly, I think this is where I must have reality checked and became lucid, because I realized that I had just gone to sleep, so I should reality check.
I'm now lucid in this larger version of my bedroom. My first thought is to take a deep breath and try to stabilize the dream.
But I'm not lucid enough to follow through and start engaging the senses. I only get through the deep breath.
While I do start to think about the dream being 'biological virtual reality', I don't truly engage with the question deeply.
I see a window at the end of the room and remember that I want to go to a new landscape.
I recall the blink-and-snap method for traveling from a Daniel Love video.
I close my eyes, imagine a grassy forest environment, and snap my fingers.
The ground underneath me has transformed into AstroTurf, but no forest.
I lose lucidity shortly after this.
...
Sometime later, I've regained lucidity and I'm with a girl that I know is my sister's friend. We're at my Grandma's condo.

Spoiler for Spicy Content:

She's angry with me about something. Out of pocket, I say "Well obviously the solution is to blow me."
Surprisingly, she agrees. I'm pretty excited about this. Another girl shows up and joins her. I can see the details of their faces...and what is on them.

When the activities are over, I consider whether I actually did finish in waking life.
I'm concerned about that, but it also transfers to the dream. I hurriedly try to make my way to a bathroom to inspect myself.
I'm now at the top of the stairs at my grandma's current condo. As I head down the stairs, it makes a lot of noise to my dismay.
But luckily it doesn't alert anyone.
I find a side door that I think leads to the bathroom.
There is an in-between passage that has another set of doors past it. There is a black poodle dog in here.
My sister is hot on my heels, and she chases me into the room.
But I hide behind the door as it opens (that's a classic trick of mine) and she doesn't find me. The dog gets a bit crunched as the door opens, but it doesn't mind.
After this I sneak my way to the bathroom to inspect, but I lose lucidity along the way.

Recorded at 1:08AM.

War Games:
I'm in a war. In the moment, it felt like a training camp, but later the dream treated it as if it had been actual combat.
I'm with a group of people, perhaps a platoon. The area is sandy and surrounded by wooden walls on all sides.
We're running forward trying to reach cover. The cover is on the left, and there is an enemy soldier sitting on a chair on the right.
I can't recall, but I may have attempted to shoot the soldier in the chair as I ran for the cover.
...
I'm in a room. We've lost the war, so I'm being held there as a prisoner.
I'm thinking about whether my friends are OK and what will happen to us.
TH from somewhat recently at work in waking life arrives at my holding area.
He is there to tell me that the others are OK.
Then, back to isolation.
...
Sometime later my niece shows up at the back window (the window is up high, since the room is partially underground).
I try to hide under a desk in the room because I don't want her to have to deal with her uncle being imprisoned.
She doesn't find me.
...
A phone in the room rings and I answer. The person on the line tells me that there might be a chance of me getting out.
There is a form that I can fill out and if done correctly I can leave isolation.
I pickup the form and go outside to where the guards are outside.
I approach them and ask what my options are.
One part of the form is asking whether I actually killed any enemy combatants.
I honestly couldn't recall if I had killed the man in the chair, and the guards seemed compassionate to my memory inaccuracy.
...
I'm in a cafeteria eating, so perhaps they let me go.

Recorded at 7:53AM.

Bathroom Wonder:
I'm in my childhood home, it is about highschool timeframe.
My friend DR is visiting, and my brother and him are across the hallway playing Super Mario Bros Wonder in the basement living room.
I'm in the downstairs bathroom, trying to rub one out. I recall thinking that I had been playing Zelda Twilight Princess recently (but I'm not sure why this detail is here).
The toilet I am sitting at is on the opposite wall that it should be,
I can hear my brother and DR talking about how good of a game Wonder is, in terms of the level design and how the music interacts with it.

Recorded at 7:53AM.

940 words for the night.