lucid

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.

On the street, I decide to tk around 10 cars at the same time. I reflect how obvious this is compared to my real life RCs. The cars levitate in the air, then slowly move higher towards the night sky. I recall the basic totm and look at the sky seeing tons of stars. But wait, these are not stars, these are the headlights of hundreds of cars that are being lifted and controlled by my thoughts. Hundreds of stars headlights gently moving around. I enjoy the view for a while then decide to go for some element bending, starting with metal bending the nearest fence.

I did a WBTB and had the longest LD I've had in a couple of months.

Lucid Dream:

I was in what was supposed to be my bedroom. I had been trying to do a WBTB but had been interrupted. Someone had woken me up and made me come out of my room. I was feeling a little grouchy. I really wanted to be able to go back to sleep so I could have a lucid dream. It had been a while since I had been so busy, and I thought that this morning would be the perfect time. I walked back into my room. My twin bed was in the middle of a very small room. There were two doors to the right of the bed. One of the doors (the one that I had walked through) was a sliding door that was grey in color. The rest of the room was light blue in color. There was another door near the foot of the bed, also on the right side that was a normal door that was painted white.

I walked around my bed toward the window on the other side of the room. I could see through the sheer curtains that it was already light outside. Quite light. It would be way to late to try to go back to bed now. I felt frustrated.

I looked down at my right hand. I saw that my ring finger was very short and stubby. It was also fat--more like a thumb than a finger. I wiggled my fingers and saw that it bent more to the side than straight over like the other fingers. What a weird ugly hand I had. Why couldn't I be normal like everybody else?

Another girl suddenly came into my room. I don't remember who it was, but my dream self seemed to be comfortable with her in my room. I showed her my hand, wanting sympathy. Her response was to hold up her own hand. She had a pinky finger that was almost exactly like my ring finger. It was also super short and fat.

HEY!

I know what this means. Duh. Why did that take me so long to recognize that I was dreaming??

But that doesn't matter. I'm lucid now. I need to do some Tasks of the Month. Aaaa....what were they again??? Oh yeah. Look at the sky and hand Obama a baby. And something else, but I can't remember. Well, I'll just start with those two and maybe the others will come to me. Where could I find Obama? No--look at the sky first--that's the easy one. Get that one checked off and then work on the harder one.

So I ran over to the window again. I pulled back the sheer curtains and saw that the sky was a beautiful dark blue with layers of white clouds on the horizon. It was completely normal. But that was okay, it didn't have to be weird or anything to be counted. Okay, not bad. I had one task down. Now on to another.

[There is a transition here and a missing piece that I no longer remember.]

I was in a car with a little girl and her mom. Something had gone on with me and the girl. I think we must have been talking about lucid dreaming. Her mom didn't seem to happy with it. I had been telling the girl to look at the sky so she could do the Task too. The mom didn't want her girl to try to do any "Task". I then made eye contact with the girl and motioned for her to do the "finger through palm" Reality Check for her mom, so her mom would understand that we were lucid dreaming and this was all okay.

I watched as the girl told her mom to look at her hand. She placed her finger on her palm and slowly pushed it though. The mom's eyes got big as the finger slowly came out the back side. I smiled and shugged my shoulders a little when the mom looked back at me.

[Another transition and missing time here.]

I was now flying over a beach. I looked out over the water and could see some very large waves coming in. I saw a crowd standing on the shore. I flew to them and warned them about the waves. I told them that since this was a lucid dream that they all had the power to fly away. I showed them how I was flying and how it was possible. I then grabbed the hands of two young girls and started flying. I didn't wait and see if anyone else flew away too.

The girls were a bit heavy. I told them that they could help us fly better. I told them to kick their legs like they were swimming. And so they did, and at that point we flew so much faster and higher.

We flew for a while and I noticed that I was now in a building. I wanted to do something else. I saw a woman below me that I knew was the girls' mother. I landed and let go of the girls and immediately started flying again. I tried to think of something to so. I saw a guy below me. I wondered if I should kiss him. But as soon as I got close he said very firmly, "No--You won't be kissing me!" Wow, that had never happened before. Usually Dream Characters like me to kiss them--or are at least indifferent. Alright then, fine--I don't want to kiss anybody that doesn't want to be kissed. I would find something else to do.

I flew into another room. There was a younger teenage boy in the room listening to an I-pod. He was too young to kiss. But I realized that his I-pod could give me the opportunity to do another task I had wanted to do. I wanted to listen to a new song from my favorite band Angels and Airwaves--something that they hadn't written yet--something that my mind made up that would sound like them.

I asked the boy to share his I-pod with me for a few minutes. He was okay with that. The boy's mom was then there by him and asked if I was going to play love songs. I could tell that she would not be happy unless I was playing love songs. I told her that Angels and Airwaves had quite a few songs that could be considered love songs. I then started to sing the song Breathe by them: "Don't you know, that I love you..." See, that was a love song. And then suddenly Daniel was behind me and started to sing the words to "True Love" by them. Yes, thank you Daniel for supporting me.

We had them convinced. I looked at ithe I-pod and decided that the best thing to do this was to just expect the song to be there and to push play. But like most devices in dreams it was super confusing.

I couldn't tell how to make it work. I finally got it to play music, but it didn't sound like Angels and Airwaves at all. How disappointing. This would be the third time I had tried this goal and failed. I tired several more times and had no luck. Why was this goal so difficult for me?

I noticed that we weren't alone in the room anymore. A group of saxophone players had come in to the room. Their jazz band was starting to play music of their own. I tried to ask if they would stop while I tried one more time. But they continued to play.

Well, I at least got music. Just not the music I had wanted.


[There is another transition here.]

I was back a the beach. I knew I needed to get on with the Task of finding Obama so I could hand him a baby. As I flew over the people on the shore I scanned it for our president. But a young beautiful black woman held up her arms and waved me down. I knew she wanted to go flying with me. I flew down and grabbed her arm and together we flew back up into the air. I decided to ask for her help. Sometimes dream characters can be very helpful.

I told her I was trying to find President Obama. Did she know where I could find him. She said yes, she could help me. She pointed down to the shore. Below us I saw an older black man who was dressed in a dark suit. He stood out from all the others on the beach who were wearing swim suits. He was not Obama but looked to be a security guard of some sort.

We landed next to him and the girl started talking to him. She obviously knew this man. She told him that I needed to meet Obama so I could complete my Task. He looked at me with a little bit of a skeptical look. But the girl told him that this was my dream. That's why we had been flying. This would be okay. Could he please help me.

The security guard softened a bit at that point. He told me he wasn't supposed to do this, but he handed me his phone and said I could call the president. I looked at the phone. I had no idea how to use it. I handed it back and asked for help. The man pushed a few buttons and soon the phone was ringing. He handed it back to me.

"Hello?" President Obama answered. Gulp. What do I say? But I just spit it all out-- I was trying to complete my Task of the Month and I really needed to meet him so I could hand him a baby. He paused and then told me he was in the middle of eating a pizza. I told him I really needed him to do this. Again, he said he was busy--that he had other things to do that were way more important.

At this point I decided to lie. I told him that this Task was extremely important to do as well. That if he didn't do this something horrible would happen to the world. This was actually a life and death situation.

He then sounded like he would consider meeting me.

But at that point I woke up.

I had two immediate thoughts; I was so disappointed that I hadn't finished that Task. I also had a huge wave of panic as I realized that I had come to the end of an extemely long lucid dram and I wasn't sure I could remember all of it. I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing down key words:

Room, Hand, Girl

Sky

Car, Girl, Mom, Finger thru Palm

Etc

I finished my list. Phew. I was happy that I had remembered most of what happened apart from a few transitions.

And then I woke up. For real.

There was no list. Aaa, I would have to do it again. But I realized that it came pretty easy this time because I had written it all out in my dream. That wasn't the first time I had done this.

I was in a zen garden type area. There were several trees in the area and it was nighttime. I remember the trees were one of three types. There were willow-like trees with long hanging leaves. There were pink flowering sakura cherry blossom trees, and there were palm or fern like trees. I remember the pink trees were shedding their blossoms (that were more like small pink roses) everywhere.

I wanted to fly as to not hurt any of them and I started hovering. I remembered my orange flames being exceptionally vibrant in the night and lighting up the area around me. I remember looking up at the sky. The night sky was unusually boring, mostly just an even distribution of small white stars.

Manei appeared, standing in a gazebo. I went over and landed next to her. She looked up and told me that the night sky was beautiful. I guess in a strange way it was, even with its simplicity. (Though honestly, It wasn’t nearly as beautiful as the usual night sky with 8 moons and 12 saturns…)

She ended up getting me into this canoe that she started rowing. We went through a cave or tunnel and came out the other end. The cave had some glowing crystals and/or fireflies in it but I can’t remember them too well. When we came out the other end, I noticed that it was daytime. I also saw that we were about to go over a waterfall. We got out and swam to shore (a ledge in the cave before the cliff.) and left the canoe.

I remember looking out at the view that was pretty impressive. There was a bay or Fjord that we were at the end of. The water let down into a huge circular man-made lake with a circular structure all around it. It just looked like the hoover dam continued around in a giant circle. There were also some small buildings along the side of this structure and along roads running up the side of the mountains.

Clear as day, few clouds though.

I think the rescue scene repeated three times because Manei didn’t like how it went the first couple of times. I said that she should rescue me instead but she didn’t like that idea.

I’m beginning to question who’s delusional fantasy of romance my dreams are actually centered on, because It’s certainly not mine.

I woke up around here.

Semi Lucid interlude bit. I was in a similar location to the one I had viewed previously. Some kinda beach area with large rock pillars protruding from the water. It was something a little bit like sea world or something, only for kids (about the 12ish crowd). I feel like they had some kind of underwater haunted house and I was wondering how that sort of attraction would work. But they also had different pools of water where you could see animals like stingrays and jellyfish. I remember I was with some people who were not really my family.

They covered me in this spray or oil stuff like sunscreen that made me a female. (I don’t know how that works.) Then they put me in a ‘Slave Leia’ costume and started taking pictures of me. And when I say that I was semi lucid, I was only semi lucid enough to the point where I could recognize that this wasn’t real and just couldn’t give a crap about the situation.

…

The next thing that I remember was walking up to the front of a large house. I felt like I was in my own subdivision, but the house was much bigger than anything on our development. I just walked inside and when I did, a big black dog walked over to me.

Now when I say big black dog, I mean like six or seven feet tall. I did a nose pincher and yep, dreaming. So I got nothing to be scared of. I said 'Hello' and was completely unsurprised when the dog actually started talking back. We started a conversation and sat down on the couch. His house slowly morphed to My grandparents’ house to where we were sitting on the couch in their two-story room. I don’t think we traded names, but for now, I’ll call him boomer, because I remember he had this characteristic booming voice.

He said that he was my second dream guide. He said that he liked to play games. All kinds of games, ball games, video games, drawing games. But he doesn’t like being treated like a dog even though he is one. He is a human in a dog’s body and if someone so much as teases him by throwing a stick and saying ‘fetch’ it makes him really mad. Overall, he seemed like a nice guy and I could understand why one wouldn’t want a certain brand of teasing directed their way. Eventually our conversation blurred out and we started to lose contact. The last thing I remember saying to him was that I liked his voice and he gave me a funny (kind of irritated) look.

I then remember the dream momentarily re-stabilized. Same room and all, but now Boomer was gone and. Manei was laying on top of me on the couch.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“No.”

Well it is for me.

Apparently she didn’t take the hint because she didn’t get off me and I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything else.

The dream blurred to under my desk, where I think I was trying to plug in my computer. It was disgusting. There were food crumbs and the likes under there along with lots of dust bunnies along the back wall where the vacuum couldn’t manage. I woke up not long after.

DEAR LORD I HAVE NOT DONE ONE OF THESE IN A WHILE. It took a while to get a good dream to remember, so here it is.

I was in the kitchen and everyone except my mom was in the basement. I go down stairs and my oldest sister is calling me in. I go in the room, and I see the old computer in their room, on the opposite side of where the new computer is. I notice a dark haired figure in the room, and I figure to do a reality check. Sure, it pretty much didn't work anymore to look at my hands, but I figure I was still dreaming. I go outside to go and fly, but instead of flying, I end up teleporting.

I teleported to princess peach's castle from Super Mario 64 for some reason, and decide to head on in. The castle is alot smaller, with just one room, and the walls are red brick. Then a dark figure appears at the doorway, and said "Don't run." He made his arm and hand stretch to grab me. It was pitch black, with nothing but a glowing face. I got teleported to the old house.

In the house, Nothing much happened. My dad came home from grocery shopling, but everything is... normal... in fact, so normal, it wasn't. By the time I realised I was still dreaming, my alarm rung. I had to go to school.

Though this might not have seemed like much, it was a huge experience for me. Short to read, but long to read. I'm sorry if it was kind of boring, but I promise more dream journal entries in the future.

Ok due to the reoccuring dream character (male) last night whenever I saw him I asked him if he was my dream guide. The man became frantic, almost scared. He grabbed ahold of my arms, very very firmly, and said,"Do not listen to them, I am no figment of your imagination. I am real amd waiting for you. Please do not give up on me. I will come when the time is right." Then I wake up and my boss is calling me in early.

I braved a heroic dose of melatonin and tripped my ass off, all the way to the center of the earth. Gravity had reversed itself and the earth was hollow and the clouds were the bottom of the ocean and huge sharks looked like they were flying in the ocean clouds. I was walking through a forest and found an old warning sign laying on the ground. For some reason I got the impression the sign was from Norway? It was yellow, had strange writing on it. I tried to take out a piece of paper in the dream and copy them down, even though I was lucid, i was apparently still stupid because I pulled out my cell phone and started taking pictures of the sign and the sharks in the sky. I don't know what I was thinking by trying to take pictures of everything, I knew I was dreaming but who knows... I still laugh at myself for that. Later on, I'm in a large mansion and it felt like I was working for the owner of the house as security. I got a strange phone call on my cell, and it was my ex... I have not spoken to her in about a shit ton of years, and she was crying and asking me why i never called her and that she was going to have a baby.? I was like ...wait the fuck up a second. Why you calling me with this shit? But I played along for shits and giggles, obviously my subconscious wants to fuck with me about something. Anyway, things got more strange as my phone started falling apart and was being held together with crayons, packing tape and the wooden part of a hammer. At this point, I'm like this shit has gotten to weird and I've had enough of the crazy train and I woke up.

All I can remember is somone insisting on having soy/skim milk.

P.S. milk symbolizes maternal instincs, motherly love, human kindness, compassion, and wholesomeness.

Again my memory is fuzzy, but this dream was super long in reality.

#486 - 2.20.16 4:14AM - DILD

There's some creature or entity that want's to take some dream ability from my mind. I thinks it can get the best of my by taking away any possibility of loosing consciousness during sleep. I decide it's a good time to try WILD.

I have an easy in-dream-WILD (DILD) and stand back up. I try to confront the thing that is jacking with me, but it is invisible. I think I can hear it skittering around, but I see it's just my miniature dachshund. I get annoyed and kick my dog. I flies across the room and out a window. I am shocked and a little ashamed of myself so I just leave the room. I still hear the skittering sound, but can't see anything. I still feel like it wants something from me so I remain resistance. For some reason I feel the need to hide my thumbs in my fists.

I enter a new room and remember that I wanted to fist fight someone in a dream, but I can't seem to summon anyone. Instead I decide to punch and kick at the wood paneling in the room. The walls are really tough, but I eventually break through one with a spinning jump kick. I try to imagine what I'll find on the other side. I expect a white walled hallway, but when I look, I have a view under a bathroom sink with all sorts of bottles and stuff you'd expect to seem. It's not interesting so I back out.

I hear my mom talking to my dad about what I am doing to the walls. I follow the voices to a dinning room with a table. My parents are there and my grandmother is standing next to them. Nanny is giving mom some advice about some illness. I focus in on there telling her the problem is the "upper lefter wing".
I feel this is important information. I say, "Hey. We are getting medical advice from you in a dream. Let's try to remember this... upper lefter wing. Ok?"
We say it together, "Upper lefter wing." I don't try to understand it; I'll look into it when I wake up.
I go on, "OK so try to remember this dream when you wake up. It'll be interesting to report the same dream to each other." Then it dawns on me. "Oh no. Oh wait. You're... not with us anymore." I hug my mother's mom. "You're...dead."
Now curious, I ask, "So what's it like on the other side?"
Her character seems to breakdown now and she seems distance and less lively, "I have to watch out for them."
"Watch out for who?", I ask.
"Them. The other ones."
I am confused. "What do they do?"
I expect a better answer; something exciting and wonderful, but she simply says, "They have sex with me."
I wonder what the hell this is, "HAVE SEX!? WHAT?! Who? What do they look like?
Her appearance is now changing to a young dark haired woman, "They all look like the first one." For some reason she points to one of her ears. "Evil."
I continue to try to understand this, "How do we stop the evil ones."
"The same way you always have." She says.
"With what? Goodness? Kindness? Holiness? Purity? Jesus? WHAT?"
She looks like a complete stranger and has faded away into a vegetative state. I decide this conversation is over. The dream fades and I wake up.

My memory is fuzzy on this one since it's been so long.

#485 - 2.17.16 2:34AM - DILD

I am floating in a ocean with ship wreckage around me. I don't like this so then I am in an intact ship but parts are full of water. I feel trapped and then the water starts going down. People the receding water down the stair well. I take pictures of everything and by the way the phone is acting I become lucid. I enter a room with Betteljuice and some other character. For some reason I am not interested and totally ignore them. I find some bubble teeth laying around and decide to put them on and prank people. I see various members of my family and I act all silly and goofy toward them. I am laughing but everyone just looks shocked or frightened so I move along. I enter a room with large macaroni and cheese wallpaper. I laugh at this and wake up

Catching up. The next three entries will be brief with less detail.

#484 - 2.14.16 8:39AM - DILD

I am at a Nirvana concert. I remember Kurt Cobain is dead and the guy singing looks nothing like him. The concert is over and as I am leaving I somehow become lucid. I find my car and drive away. The town looks like a childhood memory and I find a house to explore. When I get out of the car it feels like I am getting off a bicycle and I let it drop behind me. There is a fence with a sign I can't read. Inside there are painters. I get the impression this is a new house. I tell the painters they are doing a nice job. I explore a bit and I like the lay out of the house. I think this is how I want my house to be if we ever build. I find upstairs and see a door in the wrong place. I look away and mentally rearrange things then continue with everything in place. Its a bunch of bedrooms. The upstairs leads to a balcony then back around downstairs to the other side of the house. I find some kittens and my lucidity drops as I play with them. I wake up.