lucid

LD 5/10 remainder of Feb. goals. 5 to go, and one night left! Need a marathon tonight!

+ I'm in some living room with friends. There are all kinds of electronic devices plugged in to a socket in the wall. The socket catches fire, Oh Crap! What if the fire spreads in the wall, we'd be screwed! We pull out all all the plugs in a hurry. Should I blow on the fire to try to put it out or will that just intensify it? I realize the wall has no back, I can walk around the edge of the wall and there is an empty area there and I could get at the fire there.

+ walking through home under repair, my way is blocked by construction materials. The walls are being spackled, and I move to the left and touch the table (or wall?) and get some of the wet white spackle on my hand and try to wipe it off. Suddenly the world seems to be moving! EARTHQUAKE! I yell out "EVERYBODY OUT OF THE HOUSE!". I make a run for a door but I find just a small half-width door I can't get out through that. I run back to the front of the house and there are people standing in the doorways, I stand in the doorway with a work colleague (MWP).

+ JT and DT are having a domestic conflict because JT struck one of their sons, she hits him over the head with something and knocks him out, DT goes and hugs a son

+ FA in parent's bed in childhood home, dark, view of the opposite wall, I realize I'm in their bed, I think I'm sleeping in the spot where my mom used to sleep [false, it was dad's side].

+ LD#179 ToTM bonus: fire and ice
I realize that I'm lucid suddenly (no prior dream memories, maybe a start of dream DILD). (Nosepinch confirms?). I'm standing in some townhouse complex with 2-3 story buildings of some dark tan color, there are windows on the buildings. Across the way from me is a store with a sign that reads "Lflierwir". I stare at it a while to see if it changes, and while it seems static I get the impression that I can look at a letter and read it clearly, but when I look at the word as a whole it's somewhat fluid. I think of March TOTM and start to review the tasks, and the fire/ice bonus jumps out at me [as it did in the voting]. I hold up my hands so I can see them and cup them before me and will fire to appear. An approx. 6" globe of fire flickers in and out a few times then solidifies. I feel heat, but it doesn't burn me. I walk a bit more around the complex, looking up at the buidings at one point and noting the color and the windows, like a modern generic townhouse complex, the buildings look like this:



I decide to do ice as well. I raise my hands up again and start feeling for a block of ice. At first there is nothing, then I feel a lump of something in my hands and an running my hands over it, feeling for temperature sensation. I get a few bursts of an impression of cold. Satisfied, I let it go and continue on.

I'm now in my childhood home. This dream is *extremely* vivid and clear. I'm in the living room looking at the fireplace mantle, and it looks very accurate. I see my and my sister's Christmas stockings hung at either corner. The stocking on the left is a very pale lime color, almost white. Above it on the mantle is the word "choce", I know this is the word "choice" just missing an "i".

With no other goals in mind, I decide to look for some girls .
I head up the stairs to my sisters room and expect some to be there. I expect TZ will be on the bed, and she is.

Spoiler for sexy time, explicit:

Stating out with some BJ action, I decide I want to switch to intercourse. I have trouble getting it in from the front, then try from the back. Things are getting abstract. There are people around me suddenly making comments. I say "does there have to be an audience?" they say something amounting to "yes,"

and I wake up

Got a DILD today, and even chained it into various scenes. Regretably, there's a bit of details I can't recall at the moment, but I think I still got the important stuff. Aside from that, I could also remember scraps from the endings of an earlier dream before the first awakening, something about humming "Surging Power" from Knuckles' Chaotix, and messing with a GUI.

Spoiler for Spoilered to save space:

Dream 1 - Greenhouse Manor

Scene 1 - I Think It Was a Library-Classroom
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was seated in a desk within a classroom. Not your typical classroom either, for it apparently shared space with a library, as indicated by the rows of bookshelves in an adjacent, slightly elevated widened area. Moreover, the place was constructed of light wood.

Very little I could recall of this. There were some interactions with high-school aged kids, and also a bit of me floating around while collecting books from the library. That's all I remember until the scene transitioned.

Scene 2 - Redwood Awareness
The visuals were dimmer but otherwise clear. I was a passenger in an unknown vehicle, travelling through a forested highway at daytime. There were others there with me, close family members, I'm sure, but I can't remember who exactly.

As I looked on, I noticed just how large the trees were, big enough to block out all sunlight save for what little passed through the canopy formed from their branches, their numerous small leaves dark green in color. Only redwoods would ever reach such a size. On piecing together that I was nowhere near where these trees grow, I gained awareness of my state. Even then, I could only gaze in awe for much of this time.

Eventually, the visuals begin deteriorating. I hurry to focus on a single point, staring at a group of trees ahead. This sight lingered for a bit before it too collapsed.

I sensed myself waking up, though I made sure to keep calm, and just remember what I saw. In turn, the environment returned intact once more.

After a bit, I noticed a disturbing lack of noise. As I imagined what I might just hear, the scene transitions immediately.

Scene 3 - Animal Flinger
The visuals were similar to last time. I was in a large hall, the floor covered with bright red carpeting. There were various others roaming around the area, all fancily dressed, though I couldn't really distinguish either of them yet. From the start, I retained awareness.

As I looked around, I noticed obvious elements from the previous two scenes. More spectacular was the number of trees growing inside the place, a number of them lined up to form walls, while a few were arranged in the center as columns. In fact, aside from being scaled down a bit, these were all the same exact trees as before. Furthermore, besides the lack of furniture, the general layout of the area was very similar to that of the aforementioned classroom, elevated space and all.

Things get a bit unclear for a moment. I know I float around as I wander a bit, staring at a tree or two on occasion to keep the environment steady. There was also some interaction to an amusing looking figure, a moustachioed, dark haired, light skinned middle-aged man wearing some fancy, black colored, Victorian era styled clothing, including a jacket, pants, and a tophat. From what I gathered, he was the host to this place. Pity I don't remember our chat.

After wandering around alone for a bit, I was called on by that gentleman again, of whom had a group of his peers with him, an aristocratic couple both of late middle age. I "moon-jumped" in their direction, only to realize something was in my trajectory. It was a large, white and light brown furred dog, some big, shaggy, well groomed shepherd breed, long bangs covering its eyes.

Didn't want to hit the thing, so I sort of waved at it, hoping it would just go away. Instead, I unwittingly flung it upwards through telekinesis, sending it spinning several stories high. Unexpected, but amusing. Anyway, I guided it (somewhat) slowly to the ground, a bit too rough a landing for its own comfort, but nothing harmful, all before I myself landed. Unsurprisingly, the thing yelped and ran off. Meanwhile, the others were in awe at the sight.

I got all too eager to try more. Soon, I noticed a grey squirrel climbing down a tree. A perfect test subject. I pointed my open right hand towards it, and focused on it for a bit. This seemed to have no effect at first, until I concentrated just a bit more, where it suddenly sprung skyward. Not the intended result, but oh well.

Like before, I guided the animal to the ground, only to notice a change as I did so. Its form became... fluid, somehow, warping into a different shape before solidifying again. The results weren't pretty, its head replaced with another tail, and the fur and skin on its back outstretched to form hairy bird wings. I could only barely slow it down during its fall. The thing landed harshly, but it scurried off otherwise unharmed.

"Uh oh," I commented. "Guess I made a 'flying squirrel'". The others were unamused at my quip.

In any case, I continued messing around with this telekinesis, choosing some other non-human mammal as a subject. Don't know what it was, knowing only that it was about knee high and had black fur. Whatever it was, I was able to more controllably drag it upwards, keeping it suspended for a while. Sort of lost focus, and accidentally dropped it to the ground. It would have hit full force had I not reacted quickly. Like the other animals, it immediately took off in panic.

Not sure what else happened. The scene transitioned eventually, during which I lose lucidity. I ended up in a mall area, and accompanied someone to see a concert, or something. That's all I remembered until the dream ended.

I'm in a classroom filled with only kids who have done some pretty childish messed up things. We're all sitting down, some talking , some staring, not much is happening. That's when the teacher walks in and assigns us a correction of behavior assignment. Which was go outside and run anywhere you want. Yea so we all went outside and began to run out in the grassy open field. I had a yellow bike and I some how really cared about it. I decided to place it near a wooden fence so I could come back for it when I was done running.

As I begin running I had the thought that my favorite yellow bike could actually be stolen by one of these delinquents. So I decide to turn my head as fast as I can while running and I see this slightly tall kid taking my bike with a smile. He utters the word yes my new bike as if it was always his. I quickly ran up to him and since this was a school for behavior improvement I tried a nice approach and be reasonable with him. I tell him hey I forgot about my bike for a second may I have it back? He looks at me and says it's his bike and starts riding away. I begin to feel panic, confusion and maybe some anger. I apparently had super speed cause it didn't take long at all for me to catch up to him on my feet.

I still was trying to control my anger so I didn't knock him off the bike but place my hand over the bike to stop him. I ask again to give my bike back but he gets annoyed and makes an attempt to punch me. After getting hit I decided to just fight him and while this is happening I realize the dream scene was beginning to swirl around and become distorted. I became lucid once I figure out that usually when I have a thought in a dream that I suspect could happen, will usually happen when I'm dreaming.

It didn't take long for the dream to change and the lost of my lucidity.

In my other dream I had been directing a business man to the hotel I work at so he can make it to a meeting. While we're on the highway in the middle of the night. The dream changes and I believe I have woken up. I see a game I have been watching on Youtube for sometime since I wanted to get it. This game was playing on the television and I could not recall when I got it. The thought that this had to be dream came to mind and as I try to clear my eyes. After saying this isn't real I wake up.

The dream started with me and a group going to Disneyland because of a show I was watching or something. I remember seeing a ride that looked like a prison with a barbed fence around it, but then we went onto a water ride. There was a long line but we snuck onto one of the last boats, and this woman came and was asking who wasn't supposed to be on the ride, and suddenly I was Jason Todd and chasing after another Robin who was on the ride.

The dream then changes to me in my bedroom on my bed, but I know it's a dream and I do an RC where I pinch my nose yet can still breathe and go lucid. I remember the challenge where I have to walk though the wall in my room and see where I end up, but when I do it I end up outside my house. I then jump back into my room through my window by flying up to it and try it with a different wall because I remembered the challenge saying I has to go to another dimension or it wouldn't count. I kept trying to go through another wall in my room, but this time I couldn't go straight through it. I tried narrating that I would go through the wall since narrating usually helps, but I had to slide to the side and then back in order to pass through it. On the other side I was in a blue room filled with older men and I was surrounded with like a history of America. I remember seeing the date 1500 and thinking about how America wasn't founded that early.

That's when I woke up.

My parents and I go to stay and my uncle Denis' for a week. There's some kids there, and they're fighting for my attention, especially the girls. For some reason, my mouth is full of broken glass, which I'm constantly spitting out.

I'm about to go to bed, when I see a kitten jump into a laundry chute in the wall. I open it to look because I want to pet the kitten, and see more kittens jump in it. Then some woman comes in with even more kittens, these ones smaller. She keeps finding smaller and smaller kittens and putting them in the chute, until they kittens are about the size of ants. Then she accuses me of squishing one and gives me a dirty look.

I go to bed, still spitting broken glass, and find broken glass all over the bed. I pull off the sheets, and find it's just covered in broken glass. Not just loose pieces, there are chunks of window glass embedded into the mattress, sticking out with sharp jagged edges about 4-5 inches. It looks like it was done on purpose. I go find my uncle, in a room with everyone else, to call him out. "DENNIS!" I yell, and he pulls his hat over his eyes and pretends to be asleep. I grab the mother fucker, tell everyone about the glass, and say he either did it on purpose, or he's just a complete fucking idiot. I'm still spitting out broken glass the entire time, and my tongue and lips are getting sore from all the little cuts.

Dennis grabs some bedding and goes to set me up somewhere else to sleep, and I follow. He lays out a mat and some blankets on the sidewalk, and I lay down. I lay there for a few minutes, looking around, watching some people in the park before deciding this is some bullshit. He expects me to sleep on the sidewalk right next to the street? Fuck that shit! I get up and storm back to the house. Entering the house, I see a kitten in the doorway, and the more I look, the more kittens I see.

Once back inside, I see the kids again, and notice there's something off about them. They look like inbred mutants. I notice one of the girls has a penis, but one that looks like a weird animal penis, it's just disturbing. They are also evil and have powers. They are the ones responsible for all this broken glass in my mouth, which I'm still spitting out.

I begin to realize all the adults in this house are at the mercy of these evil little monsters. The situation is just so fucked up, that I become lucid! I fly down a hallway and see an opening to some sort of store. I fly inside and see bars on the walls, behind which are the store's limited wares. There isn't much, but up high on the wall I see a large machine gun behind some metal bars, and figure that's a great start for any lucid dream. I fly up, rip off the metal bars and take the machine gun. It's monstrously huge, and would make a gatling gun look small.

I land, and make my way out of the building, mowing down anything in my way with the gun. Once outside, I drop the gun and take to the air again. I fly in a standing position and have no problems controlling my flight. I'm very careful not to look back or let my thoughts dwell on the previous part of the dream, lest I make it real again. I land in a park next to a stage, hoping there will be a concert, but it's too late and too dark.

I either forget what happens next, or got woken up by the neighbors. That breaks a lucid dry spell I've had for almost two months!

It didn't seem like I did much with my lucidity, but I'm proud of how I didn't look back, like the biblical story of Lot's wife, surely that was a lesson about dreaming. Everything requires your attention to exist in a dream.

The mouth full of broken glass likely comes from a magic spell based on the princess and the pea I suggested someone use yesterday. Only I suggested broken glass or thorns instead of a pea. Never going to post publicly about that kind of magic again

Nap time
Dog double
I'm in my bedroom. A shower head is mounted on the wall above the bed, and it's spraying towards the door. I notice that it's missing the bed and getting the carpet wet, so I turn the knob (mounted on the wall above my pillow) to turn off the shower. Now I'm walking on the carpet near the door, and I'm confused that I still hear water falling. I wonder if it's because I'm squishing the wet carpet, but the noise just isn't right.

I notice my dog near my feet, then notice another dog out in the hallway. My first thought is to wonder how another dog got into the house. My next thought is concern that my dog and the other dog are going to get into a fight. I look back towards my dog and see him staring at the new dog. I realize that both dogs look identical and look around to see if I'm somehow seeing my dog in a mirror; but I don't see one.

Now I'm standing near my window looking at both dogs - but this time the new dog is white. I briefly wonder if I'd thought he was black because he was in a dark hallway, then I wonder if I'm dreaming. I don't really think I am, but I go ahead and do a nose-pinch test, and I'm surprised to find that I am, in fact, dreaming.

Now I know I'm dreaming, but my vision has almost completely grayed out. I can see through only a very narrow vertical sliver, and it's closing. I raise my hands to where I can see them and start to rub them together, but it doesn't help. I can feel my hands rubbing, but only barely, as if they're mostly numb. I try to will my vision back, but it's no good. My vision grays out completely, and I lose the dream.

Ritual: Set vibrating alarm for 40m at 6:20am. I don't remember it going off, but I began dreaming that I was trying to fall asleep, until it gradually dawned on me that I was already dreaming. It was 7:19 when I awoke, so given that the dream must have manifested at some point after the signal went off at 7am (since it was not interrupted by it), it could have lasted up to 19m. I'm classifying this as DILD and not EILD since lucidity was not initiated by recognition of the device signal.

DILD: Initially I am on a beach, lying on a sort of cot, trying to fall asleep. There are other people all around me, and their activity and noise is keeping me awake. I mention aloud to someone nearby that I seem to be entering REM state even while awake, as I notice crisp and colorful visuals superimposing themselves over my visual field. Even though the new scene is layered over the old one, it is distinct enough that I can make out details: I am at the edge of a river running through a futuristic city. Some sort of V-shaped flying craft is flying in tripartite geometrical formations up above, the crafts each giving off light colored red, white, or blue, each grouped into a separate section. Is this meant to be a patriotic display?

I do not change position, but the cot I'm lying on becomes a sort of couch as the environment around me resolves into a room full of kids. Someone plays a video on a TV monitor, which annoys me because I am trying to fall asleep and the music is distracting. But then they mention that the video features Jonathan Tweet, and the name sounds familiar. When I remember it is one of my favorite game developers, I take more interest in the video and sit up.

Something makes me think this is a kind of school where the kids are learning lucid dream abilities. One boy, bald, sits to the left of me on my couch and he's trying to test his powers against me. He takes my hand in his, which begins to glow blue, and I realize that he's trying to "crystal" me, that is, harm me with the pale blue light he is creating. I counter it easily, however. This frustrates him and he begins trying to bite me. He opens a disturbingly wide mouth and tries to chomp down on my hand, but I counter him by softening both his flesh and his resolve, so that mouth sags toothlessly and he never completes the bite. We go through this cycle three or four times before I tire of the game and get up.

By now I'm aware that I am already dreaming, and I walk into the next room, recalling my personal goals. [I accomplish a personal task, finding a certain fictional character, then suggest that we become dragons to fulfill one of the TOTYs.]

I lead the way to a window and lift it open. We're about four storeys up, but I jump out without hesitation and spread my arms, letting the air catch me. As I fly off to the left, I focus on trying to develop the "feel" of a dragon body: four legs, wings, tail, scaly skin. I haven't tried this before and the results are so-so, a fluctuating hybrid between the new bodymap and my usual one. I am flying over what strikes me as a mid-twentieth-century city. There are no skyscrapers, just a mixture of low commercial and residential buildings that cover a wide expanse. I recall that the task requires me to destroy a village, but the city below seems too urban to qualify. Would a neighborhood count as a "village"? But my moral qualms kick in, and I hesitate to bring wrath upon an innocent residential neighborhood.

I fly further on, toward the edge of the city, looking for a more remote target, preferably one with few occupants. After exploring the land for a while, I find a spot that, while a stretch to call it a "village," at least satisfies my ethical preoccupations: it is a cluster of buildings around a large industrial apparatus, evidently a manufacturing concern of some kind. I don't notice any people wandering around, so hopefully there are not many on site to be harmed. I can't imagine I'll find a better target (at least in relation to my own concerns, rather than the specifications of the task), so I begin circling over the site, breaking the buildings and bashing them down. Meanwhile I focus on maintaining my dragon form; this takes constant vigilence because it is so unfamiliar, and too easily slips into sensations more congruent with human limbs.

What color dragon am I? I recall that D&D dragons can take many different colors, with corresponding breath weapons. On the ruins of the factory, I test acid and frost breath in turn, trying to decide which feels more natural. I like the effects of frost—after freezing metal walls solid they shatter in a satisfying way—but then I remember that the task specifies leaving flaming ruins in my wake, so I switch to fire. There isn't much in the way of visuals; rather than great gouts of flame, my fire breath is more of an intense heat that makes metal glow red. But I dutifully knock down and burn the factory into rubble.

Afterwards, I hover anxiously over the destroyed site to see if anyone was harmed by my stunt. (I know, I know, I make a terrible dragon.) I do spot someone—something?—running around frantically, but as I peer closer, it does not look human at all. Curiously, it appears to be a small white gem that I take to be a cubic zirconia, attached to a tiny wire loop that looks like it must have once been the pendant of an earring. The sense of scale has been skewing dramatically as I have been peering closer, and now I feel back to my normal human size and form, kneeling over ruined buildings the size of an architectural model. I look carefully and spot two more little gems running around. Unless there are more I don't see, three victims isn't too bad, and at least they're still alive, even if they're looking understandably anxious. (How do gems even look anxious? It was something in the way they moved.)

[I've been concentrating on my task and realize I have lost track of my friend. I look for him and we are briefly re-united before I wake up.]

2/25/16

Very, very short semi-lucid dream had from roughly 10:20 to 10:40.
Became lucid at the end for a very short time.

General theme was flight/dating?...

~

After meeting a trans girl at the local Home Depot one night, we agreed to hook up and “see where it took us”. As was polite, we introduced our various personality facets and I casually brought up my ability to fly.
Well, not so much “brought up” as “constantly hovered a few inches off the ground, proving the point beyond doubt”.
Upon reaching her family's truck, she courteously invited me to ride with them whilst also casually showing off her own flight powers, making me feel less special and more sad at the same time.
Naturally, I declined, because nobody wants to ride in a grubby old pickup truck, especially not when they can fly. Instead, I negotiated with the parents to fly alongside the truck and tail it thusly to their residence.

And basically, that's just what I did. At this point, I had at least a bit of conscious control over how I flew and I was definitely aware I was flying, and proceeded to goof around the truck whilst it was in motion.
However, things got serious when the truck achieved flight while driving down a short hill, and the airborn junk pile quickly outpaced me. But I wasn't to be undone so easily, and gathering all of my power, I put on a significant speed boost. (Unfortunately, the speed frightened me and my mind materialized a truck behind me for me to hold onto and stabilize myself).

I had just outpaced the derelict vehicle and was proceeding in the general direction of a close-by snow-covered hillside when I finally decided to assert my control over the dream and achieved lucidity. Noticing the sun on the horizon, I decided to myself that on that horizon was an immense mountain that would go far, far beyond the clouds, and that I would climb it.

Unfortunately, my stupid real-life brother's ringtone woke me up just as I was about to proceed on this heroic journey and despite efforts to remain otherwise, I sadly awoke.

Created Wednesday 24 February 2016

I managed to get a DILD, and a vivid one at that. Aside from that, there were a number of dreams I could recall today, more than in recent times. Probably a side effect of my new WILD anchors. Anyway, I know I remembered scraps of a dream after the first awakening, but forgot that by now. Before the first dream below, I could somewhat remember being in a desolate urban shopping district, where I played 16-bit era video games. There was some interaction with a bizarre, monstrous woman, one with arthropodal features, whom I nonetheless treated as a friend. After a few other dreams, there was also something about Futurama, where Fry turned into some giant, hideous slime creature, and beckoned for Leela to let him eat her, the latter of whom became conflicted on the matter for some reason. Finally, there were also fragments related to being in an urban environment or cityscape, all of which influenced similar dreams listed below.

Spoiler for Spoilered to save space:

Dream 1 - Awkward Awakening Utterances

I was awakened by someone shaking me. In response, I implore them to stop, letting slip some things in mind.

"I want... death...", I mutter "...no... dreams... more dreams..."

When coming to, I realized I was in the downstairs bedroom, sleeping on Maxwell's bed for some reason, light from out the door allowing me to see just enough. Anyway, turns out my brother, Maxwell, was the one who awakened me. He was astounded, but mostly annoyed, demanding that I get out. As he yanked me off, I blurted a bit about my previous dream experience, the aforementioned city and monster woman one hinted above. Maxwell wasn't concerned, responding only to my previous utterances, noting on me being weird.

I stumbled out of the room, passed the living room and headed to the kitchen, the only place that had lights on. I rummaged through the cupboards for a snack. There were lots of things within these, the top cupboard specifically containing a plastic bag of reddened, oxidized cacao powder, while I accidentally spilled an opened plastic bag of brown sugar while sifting through the spice cabinet.

Brian then shows up, to whom I point the humor in having all that food, while some apparent guests we were meant to share it with never showed up.

I woke up soon afterwards, or at least, that's what I assumed, as I'm sure this was a false awakening. Don't recall what else occurred, but it wasn't much.

Dream 2 - Not This Time, Vermin!

Not sure where I was or what I was doing. All I knew was that something was crawling on my cheek, specifically, a medium sized cockroach, the foul thing heading directly for my mouth. I struggled to blow it away from me, straining my inhalations to keep it from getting sucked in. I soon realized my breathing felt different, being far more difficult even given the circumstances. This got me to recall similar nightmares, and so I realized my state.

Well, the tickling sensation continued, but remained in place, where I determined this was just my hair. Just an illusion after all. Figured I was still in bed. I dropped to sleep without thinking this further.

Dream 3 - Tell That To Someone Who Cares

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was at home in the living room, excessive lights on at the time indicating it was night time. A large gathering of people there, mostly extended family members.

Soon, I distinguished my uncle, Slaven, dressed in a grey suit. He was especially clingy, finding pretense to hug me or pat my back. How annoying.

I slunk away at the first opportunity, heading to the downstairs bedroom. Maxwell was inside, using his computer. Another figure entered soon enough, my Aunt Stacy, who was dressed in a black colored blouse and tights. In her hand was a children's book, from which started reading parts to us for some reason. This contained flagrant amounts of religious moral lessons. Couldn't stomach more than half of it, where I had to interrupt her. I argued how ridiculous it was for her to read such a thing to me, saying she'd be better off inciting this to children like my niece and nephew. She was taken aback, and walks off without a word. I felt a bit guilty, but I knew it was for the best.

A bit afterwards, I walked to the bathroom, where I find another uncle, Sefu, meandering there. His presence frightened me for some reason. Indeed, I was sure I saw him with a horrific, distorted face for a moment, only to laugh this off as my mind playing tricks. "As a dream", I thought to myself. He seemed normal from there. He then looked away, where I anticipated he'd probably turn around with that demon face again, though he looked intact upon looking back.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended soon afterwards.

Dream 4 - Not Dressed For Winter

The visuals were bright but slightly blurred. I was walking outside an urban environment under a greyish-white sky, going to a lot between various tall, brown bricked buildings. Various family members accompanied me, of whom I discerned my sister, Isaura, and her children, Rheia and Sans.

As we went along, I noticed the ground was pure white. I soon realized the area was dusted with soft snow, which grew thicker as we moved along. Sans and Rheia were filled with wonder at the sight, just as well, as they've never seen snow first-hand in their life. Too bad none of us were prepared for this, all improperly dressed for the occasion, though I only remember of my own attire of a red T-Shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes.

The kids began tossing and shovelling up sprays of snow, though I told them it's best if we changed first. Indeed, the freezing weather became very apparent at that moment, and so I bade the two to hurry along.

I don't know what else happened until dream ended.

Dream 5 - Simple Seated Stroll
The visuals were dim but otherwise clear. I woke up under a canopy, which, on crawling out, was revealed as a large and wide set of diamond-plated stairs, going up at least a story high. From there, I noticed I was on the roof of a multi-storied building, itself dwarfed by the surrounding drab colored apartment buildings typical of urban environments. Yellow-orange lights in the streets below contrasted with a starless, clear night sky. Two booths on opposite ends of the roof to my sides were the only obvious exits.

Found two or three other figures in the area. One was a late middle aged, light skinned, blue-uniformed cop, while another I perceived to be a construction worker. The cop told me I wasn't authorized to be there, and questioned what I was doing there in the first place.

"Just looking for a place to sleep for the night", I said.

This brought self inquiry, where I questioned how I turned up in such a place. I just then remembered last sleeping in my room, and so determined I was dreaming.

My first thoughts were on some task I could get done, but with nothing in mind, I ignored that.

I then looked down below, observing the rows of lit street lights. Directly across the street ahead, I noticed a more suburban area, rows of small, yard-less houses, lines of vehicles parked on the street, and narrow, arboreous verges on both sides. Of the vehicles, I could note a few small squared coupes, a minivan, and several sedans, many of these painted white. Furthermore, the trees were rather squat, and were almost entirely bare of leaves.

Well, I decided to go for a simple stroll. I instinctively sat down Indian style, feeling long rough cotton pants in my legs. This, in turn, granted me unfettered flight, which I used to gently float down below. I hovered along the street, simply admiring the environment, focusing on a vehicle here, a lamp post there, or what have you.

After about two minutes, I got distracted by something I thought of. Don't recall the details, but whatever it was, it made me nervous of losing the dream state. Indeed, I could now see the environment was warping before my eyes. I woke up in bed soon afterwards; certified by several breath tests.

Dream 6 - Fly Away From a Fight

The visuals were bright, and only slightly blurred. I was walking around the sidewalk of a suburban area, not unlike what's around my neighborhood. Nearby were the beige colored concrete walls to a housing complex, while a mix of tropical and deciduous trees were visible in the grassy verges and yards beside me.

I entered one of these complexes, one with a copper text and gleaming black background logo stamped on the wall. There, I found a large group of young adults ahead. Thought they'd be up to no good. I somewhat remember some kind of brief interaction. Whatever it was, I tried ignoring them.

Just then, a few males there blocked my way. In reaction, I simply floated up and over them, and continued along as if nothing had happened. I could sense a few were following, but they kept their distance, and so I paid them no further attention.

I'm not sure what else occurred until the dream ended.

I come back home from school early today and since I was feeling down in the dumps I tried at getting a lucid dream. What I recall happening was that I almost had a WILD. I observed as a image of a forum began to appear than a box. Than sketches of a cartoon man in a box. It was as if the person's followers were watching a art live stream. But as I kept observing I started thinking of something else on purpose and after a bit I fell asleep... When I woke up I recall dreaming of nothing.

I than tried at a lucid dream with more motivation. I ended up on my bed and it was dark. A figure began to appear above me and as I observed it I noted that it was in the form of a strong yet slim looking guy. Had a cloak that was layered a bit. It was also open in the front and long in the back. The skin was like a light white/ violet color. The cloak was the color orange and like a reddish purple with pretty designs. But what stood out the most was that the one Eye he had was huge and covered his whole face.

"Are you Eye or Dawn?"I asked knowing that I wanted to be lucid with one of them. But than I noted that the dream character's form was still morphing and becoming invisible. I grabbed the dream character than hugged it. It seemed to be morphing less so I told it."You remind me of Poe. That character from the legend of Zelda ocarina of time. I had a dream with a poe like character before". (The only reason I brought about this comparison was because Percy Lucid commented about it in my dream journal before)

The dc didn't really speak to me though. So I just gave it another hug and it accepted it. After that I tried asking it more questions but it didn't respond. The next thing that happened was that the dream shifted after a bit of trying to get an answer out of the dc.
I was now in a subway station and my lucidity wasn't there. I was trying to get in the train but it seemed too far from me.

As others around me began to contemplate how to get in I saw the word "spaghetti"on the train. I thought of the game Undertale when I saw it than remembered I was in a dream and still was. After that a man said out loud "spaghetti starts with a B". Only proving I was lucid dreaming again.

I got up than saw the tall like poe dc appear in front of me. It grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to it. Than flew me above the track and than into some tunnels. I wanted to see where it would take me but than I started thinking about OBE like dreams. I didn't want a OBE like dream. But once we passed the tunnel I could feel the wind hitting me and things were starting to feel more like reality does even though I still knew it was a dream. However, I wanted to wake up and ended up on my bed.

It became a false awakening but when I saw papyrus (A character from Undertale) in my room I hid under the covers thinking I was just seeing a quick passing image. But as I thought about it I eventually woke up for real.

Here is the dream from 2 days ago (the first of the three in a row).

Lucid Dream:

It was night and I was with Jeff walking on this path up a hill. We were looking for something (a museum, maybe). At one point I remember lifting up my legs (like when you're a kid holding your parents' hands and letting them swing you along). I think this made me go lucid because I was trying to figure out how I could be doing this while only holding one of Jeff's hands.

We got to the top of the hill. We were on a kind of covered patio. Behind us was a door. In front of us was a rail where we could look down at a large pool of water far below. I could also see a building and a dock by the water.

Jeff then says to me, "Did you notice how when we move our hair doesn't move in the wind?" I said, "Yeah, I did notice. I think that's because we're lucid." I then said, "I know a good way to find out for sure if we're dreaming. Let's jump off this and down to the water below. If our hair doesn't move, that means were dreaming."

Jeff agrees to jump with me. We then run to the edge and hop the railing. I didn't even think to try to fly. I feel super heavy and we fall fast. I notice feeling that very real feeling of my stomach lurching as I fall. The fall is long enough that I had the chance to look over at Jeff and see that his hair is perfectly still. I call out to him and point that out.

Finally we hit the water and sink quickly to the bottom like a heavy rock. I'm a hundred percent positive that this is a dream now, so I don't worry about breathing. In fact, I start to talk to Jeff under the water.


And that's all I remember.

Lucid dreams three days in a row. I'm on a roll. I love it.

I did a Wake Back to Bed. The beginning of the dream is fuzzy. I can't remember the moment I became lucid. I remember standing in the kitchen of an author (one I had recently been reading about in real life). He was an older man but still very nice looking. I knew I was dreaming at this point so I went up to him and started to kiss him. He seemed very happy to kiss me back. The next thing I know is we are in his bedroom. He is partly undressed and climbing into bed. I look around and see his wife's stuff all around me, on the nightstand, floor, on the bed. Even though I knew this was a dream this suddenly felt completely wrong. I wanted nothing to do with this. I needed to leave.

But since I did know this was a dream I decided to be creative about it. I went back out into the living room. There were helium balloons all around from a party for one of his kids. I grabbed a large bunch of them, holding them by the strings. I went back into the bedroom and told the author to follow me out to the front yard. We both walked out of the house and into the yard. I then told him I needed to leave. And at that point I let the balloons start carrying me up into the air. He looked at me sadly as I left, saying nothing. I floated higher and higher.

I suddenly came to the edge or top of a large dome. I "remembered" that this city was under a dome, that it was a protection from something out in the world. (I think I was a little less lucid now--at least I was letting a new story line pull me in.) I wanted to see what was out there, what this city was being protected from. I floated around looking for a door of some sort. I finally found a door-like opening and exited the dome.

To my surprise a huge space battle was happening right outside the dome (think the first scene of Star Wars III only closer to the land). All kinds of space ships large and small were whizzing by me shooting at each other. I was still clinging to the balloons. I must have been lucid enough to know I couldn't get hurt because I wasn't worried at all. I thought this was amazing to witness a battle like this so close up. The "graphics" were incredible (thank you mind). I watched this happening all around me for a while before deciding to land and see what was happening on the ground.

I found myself in a building. People that I knew were "enemies" were all around me. I no longer had the balloons but I knew I could still float, and I also made myself invisible. I hovered near the fairly low ceiling. At some point someone figured out that I was there and for the next 15-20 minutes or more (that's what it felt like) I was moving from place to place in the building trying to avoid capture. I was never really worried, but found this rather exciting. I knew that they couldn't catch me, or if they did it wouldn't be bad. At one point I remember finding a room with a baby. I woke up the baby and had to put it back to sleep. I also found myself in a kids room with a lot of bunk beds.

And that's all I remember.

Although I do remember a scene that I have no idea where it fits in. At one point when I was quite lucid I remember looking for something to eat. I went out from a house into a backyard and found a fruit tree. This tree had strange fruit on it. They were large and green. I picked one and found that the rind was very tough. The one I picked had split open, though, so I could easily pull the rind back and get to the fruit. It was white and soft and creamy--almost like a banana that's been put in a blender. It was very sweet and tasted a bit like a vanilla milkshake, but not as cold. I sucked it out, not having to chew it at all. It was quite good.

Had a lucid sometime this morning. I actually heard music. But I couldn't remember the tune when I finally woke up. But proud that I actually heard something in my dreams.

In my dream I didn't see anything, rather it was all feeling and hearing. I was laying down somewhere, probably in a bed. My arms were around a man, I could feel his hands around my waist and back. We were enjoyably pressed together. He said something and I nibbled either his jaw or part of his shoulder or even his neck. He held me tighter and said something along the lines of,"You're getting smarter doing things like this to me." I'm not really sure about the dialogue though, honestly I wasn't focused on it at all.

Ritual: Went to bed around 2am. Woke at 5:45 and fed the cat. Returned to bed and set vibrating alarm, attached to wrist. Interval was 30 minutes, set at 5:55am. Last time I used this device I completely slept through several vibration cycles (it was at the lowest setting), so I turned the intensity up slightly. The first time it went off I remembered to lay still, but could feel that I had already lost dreamstate. The second time it went off, my mind felt fully awake but I felt like I might still be integrated with my dream body. I tested movement cautiously and sure enough, I could swing my arms freely, unconstrained by the covers that I knew lay over them in WL. There were still a few moments when I couldn't quite be sure if I was engaging dream muscles or real ones, so in order to avoid sending the wrong signals, I started spinning and sliding my whole body until I felt like I was lying the wrong way in the bed. I didn't feel like I could safely engage my legs yet, so remaining on my back (though in WL I was sleeping on my left side), I slid across the bed and off the other side until I dropped gently to the floor. The cat was lying on me in WL (confirmed when I woke up afterward) and the sensation of warmth and weight bled through into the dreamstate, so it felt very odd and amusing to have this remain constant even while my self-perception of where I was in relation to the room and the bed was changing. I took care to note this WL sensation cautiously and with a certain mental distance, lest it startle me awake. The sensation faded naturally as I now "stood up" and walked through the house.

EILD: I walk straight into the living room, which was dark, and stop to figure out what I should do. Although I have been trying to remember a few personal tasks, somehow it is easier to recall the TOTYs, so I figure I'll attempt another of those to start with. Most of them seem better suited to the outdoors, so I exit the kitchen patio door.

My initial thought is to look for a circle of fairy mushrooms. My cement back patio is unusually life-like this time, so I cross it until I reach the fence that borders the property. In WL this is a low wall of beige-painted cinderblocks; in the dream it is a chain-link fence several feet taller than I am. With the lightness and agility of my dream body, I easily climb over it and drop down. In WL the ground slopes steeply downward here; for some reason in dreams, it is typically a steep hill going up.

I start looking for fairy mushrooms among the trees, but notice a large area where the soil looks loose and disturbed, as if recently planted with the flowers that cover the expanse at regular intervals. The blossoms are very simple in structure, a small disk encircled by six delicate purple petals. I realize that I am unlikely to find a fairy circle in ground so recently landscaped, so I decide to pursue the gnome task instead. There are trees all around, but most look young, their trunks only a few inches in diameter. I look around for the biggest tree I can find, and approach one that is over two feet in diameter, conjoined with two similarly-sized trunks to make a row of three. I can't tell if they are three trunks from the same tree, or multiple trees that grew up in close proximity.

The earth is still bare and loose here, recently tilled, so it is easy to dig my arms in and start casting it aside. I alternately cast the soil I'm displacing to the left and right and back between my legs. It is much easier to dig than it would be in WL, but it is still too slow and tedious to form a hole of the depth and dimensions I need, so I decide that I need a new strategy. If there are tunnels down there, there shouldn't be any need to displace the soil outside the hole—I should be able to drill straight through. I leave my hands in the earth and focus on pushing the soil inward. As a hole begins to form, I step in and will it to widen, so that I won't feel claustrophobic. When it is a few inches wider than my shoulders on either side, I take the plunge, willing the earth beneath my feet to drop into the tunnels and carry me along with it.

I find myself in a network of spacious square hallways, about seven feet tall and wide. They are dimly lit by what seems to be electric light, though I don't investigate the source. There is nothing natural or even rustic about these tunnels—they might easily be the basement corridors of some ordinary building. I look around for evidence that they are the gnome tunnels that I am seeking, and find that the most distinctive thing about the space is the graffiti scrawled here and there on the walls. It is not high-end arty spray-painted graffiti, just ordinary lettering written in what looks like thick black marker. I step closer to one example and find it at once legible and unexpectedly funny: "Hobbits are HUGE!" It does sound like the sort of thing a gnome might write, so it gives me confidence that I've landed in the right place after all.

I continue down the corridor, looking for more memorable examples of graffiti. The next piece that catches my attention says "SpiritLA." Something about the way it is written makes me think that this is a Los Angeles-based sports team that the gnomes apparently favor. A few steps further on, and I finally encounter the gnomes themselves, about six of them congregating in a junction where several corridors meet. There is also a sort of wire gate that appears to lead into a larger open space, though it is too dark to discern any details. Despite what the graffiti said about hobbits, these figures are pretty huge themselves, coming up almost to my shoulder, so I peer closely at their faces for evidence that they are in fact the gnomes that I seek. I am reassured by their features, which have distinctively rounded, gnomish features.

"Hello," I say, curious how they will respond to my intrusion. "Hello!" they reply cheerfully, completely at ease. I have been voicing my observations (like the examples of graffiti) aloud in order to assist my recall later, so as I take note of the appearance of the gnomes nearest me, I make a vocal shorthand description of their characteristics.

"Blonde, bangs, white dojo," I comment about the first gnome to approach me. She is a female wearing a gi (the garment used in karate practice), and though I know perfectly well what a gi is called in waking life, dream logic substitutes "dojo" instead. Her hair is long and straight, of a golden blonde color. Her gi is bound with a plain white belt. She smiles amiably.

Another female gnome is standing to my right, so I note her appearance in turn, remembering that the task specifies interacting with two of them. "Pink padded blouse and white skirt, knee-length" I say, but even at the time I realize "padded" might not be the right word. "Quilted" would probably be more accurate, since it looks like there is only a very thin layer of batting under the decorative overstitching, done with curving and intersecting lines spaced about half an inch apart. I note that the skirt has the same kind of decorative stitching over thicker cloth, with no apparent batting inside, as the stitches lay flat. "Light hair, long—no, shoulder-length," I continue, noting that her hair is exceptionally pale, almost white, and delicately textured. The way it falls reminds me of how hair was "feathered" in late '70s/early '80s hairstyles. The faces of both females look ageless, neither young nor old. Neither seems disconcerted by my weird mutterings, they both just look at me with calm curiosity.

Although I was able to make very detailed observations on the appearance of both, at this point I felt myself begin waking up and could not reverse the process. The EILD allowed me to time the dream precisely: it went off at 6:55 and I awoke at 7:04, so it only lasted nine minutes in all. Subjectively, it also felt very brief.