lucid

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.

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Not the lucidity that i deserved, but the one that i asked for.. It was fun since i'm sickened of walking simulator LDs.

[COLOR=#000000][SIZE=2]Things are getting better for my lucid dreams. I'm still working out on my methods amidst RC's and Mindfulness. Haven't touched meditation due to laziness but i have to do so soon. First thing's first, i finally am starting to get more length out of my LDs.. Chances are that it's because i decided to immerse myself somewhat with the dream. But even then, i'm still making some awkward mistakes like forgetting to stabilize properly or activate my WL memory in my LDs. For this entry, i will make it clear that i didn't intend to even write it down at first, which lead to me losing a lot of detail on it. I mainly chose that route because i felt like i was 50% lucid, that feeling that i got a lot in my older LDs. Not so much detail on here, but i'll still try to put it.

[/SIZE][/COLOR][COLOR=#0000cd][SIZE=2]I became lucid[/SIZE][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][SIZE=2] when i was in my room, and as i discovered that it was a dream, i started touching my clothes as to stabilize my touch sense, which didn't work out that greatly. Had i restored my memory properly, i would have actually done a lot better job at stabilizing. Anyway, i only recall 2 events from the dream or so i would call them.

The first thing is that i attempted to find my long-searched-for Dream Guide, which as you may expect failed miserably. I apparently found a person, who was collapsed down like a doll. I remember trying to talk to her but there was no reply or anything similar. The only sure-fire thing is that that person was female. Can't remember the appearance or anything else due to my almost faded dream memory by now. I recall that in the dream around when this happened i was under the impression that this was not my real DG and that there was another person nearby or something like that. I would say that i insist on a specific persona for my unknown DG but i better be ready for anything i may see. So to summarize, a collapsed girl.
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[SIZE=2]The other thing is that i was in my room, holding a sword of some kind. Again, i can't remember how i got it or what it looks like. One thing i remember is that i kept slashing the poor wall infront of me, and that i did a quick succession of slashes that immited dark purple energy lines or something similar to that. Cutting the wall felt kinda strange. After slashing the wall, i proceeded by dashing forward and clawing my left hand towards the wall, and at that moment i saw dark-purple (energy?) coming out of my hand..[/SIZE][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][SIZE=2]

The dream lasted around 4~5 minutes. Way better than the old 1~2 minute length dreams i kept having. Strangely enough, this lucid dream appeared after i changed my mindset towards my dreams the day before:
・ "My dreams are very exciting and thrilling. Even if i don't become lucid, it's fine but i'll try to get lucidity. No need to stress it out"
・ At the same time i RC, i try to make myself feel that "dream feeling" and pretend that i'm in a dream environment. Hard to explain.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT]

goal LD 3/10 for remainder of Feb. 7 to go!

+ bowling: lots of shots making 1-pin-left spares. I have oil on my fingers and the ball drops down several times when I lift it behind me, I try to wipe it off. A girl is bowling on the same lane at the same time. I run down to the end of the lane and there is a giant ball there with some object that I take as a prize and run off.

+ monsters, bar
Big Evil Bos is chastising a minion, the minion manages to talk his way out of it, placing blame on some other schmuck, convincing the evil boss that he's the right minion to help the boss do things. BEB agrees, and tells the minion to assign the other minion to "our most difficult rescue job."

In a large open area with a bar, we're captive, I go to the bar and eat some of the little pickled martini white onions [always loved those!]. There are some vouchers with cash there that I use to buy our way out of the captivity, the captor is amazed I'm willing to spend all that cash, but I say our mission is critical and we must leave immediately.

+ hunt, bikers

Looking top-down at a map, the lead guy changes the course, it's a zig-zagging pattern. I start running with another guy along the course. I'm holding (or conjuring) a diagram/map and using gestures to stretch it and rotate it as we move along.

Some (enemies?) rough bikers were captured by another gang and being interrogated, they captives are standing at attention outside, one captive is sassy and answers a question something like "pull it outta yer ASS!" The captor leader is impressed by his courage and praises him.

We're on the hunt and reach a barrier. Some (fairies?) guards are blocking the way, they demand two severed fingertips from our group. Two guys slice off their fingertips and give them to the guard, who then heals them (re-attaching the fingertips) and lets us go on our way.

+ LD #177 room w/friends, historical origins of horror literature, phone call, sexy time(s), gollum attacks

The LD part was very notably extremely vivid with clear and bright visuals, and very stable with lots of successful control. Too bad I didn't remember loftier goals :/.

... early part forgotten. Some friends and I enter a large (hotel?) free-standing room. My ex-gf SB is there, some (guy?), and me. We're talking about how we're going to arrange to lie on the large bed. Bed-left is nearest the window and that's where I want to be, there is a row of high windows along the right side of the room as facing the room with back to the door. At the bed, SB is saying she wants to be next to me so she can touch me (woohoo I think!). But the guy doesn't want to be on the left side, and I don't want to be in the middle.

SB and the guy are talking about ordering a few hundred hamburgers to have them delivered. The thing is though that it's late, and they don't want to take large orders this late because the delivery guy has to deliver and return to the store before he can go home and they don't like doing that. Then SB and the guy are tossing giant greasy hamburgers around the room and they land on the bed, I say that's gross as they're leaving grease marks on the bed and I'm tossing them off of the bed.

There is some interlude in a different place where the history of horror literature is discussed. It is a "scary" portrait of a hand against some odd background. Then it's revealed that what happens is that a light comes on behind you, and a shadowy outline of the devil appears on the portrait, you can see the horns on his head. Then there's a brief thing about how the devil is just really some typical dumpy looking guy, and you could even call him "Bob" or "Ralph" and say "hey, how's it going, Bob?".

Back in the room I'm noticing the colors of sunrise already in the sky through the windows. Oh man it's late, the sun is already coming up! I get a phone call, it seems like my waking life ringtone. I answer the call and go outdoors outside the room to talk. A girl's voice answers, and she immediately goes off on a diatribe like "OMG! I can't believe you made me listen to that [my ringtone which she somehow heard?]! That's the most terrible thing that's happened to me in a long time! [Blah blah blah for a while]." Then I ask who is calling and whom are you trying to reach, a man's voice comes on briefly, and it's clear that it's a wrong number and I hang up. That sure was a weird phone call, I think. Wait! Weird!? <nose pinch> .

I'm dreaming! As always, I'm astounded at the convincing feeling of being awake. The dream is bright, clear, and stable. I immediately decide that since I've always wanted to have sex with SB in a lucid and "she's right there back in the room" that I'll walk back. It takes about 5-10 seconds to get back to the room/building, but there's no door there. I do not let that stop me, and I just phase through knowing I'll end up at the entrance to the room. I do. SB is there on the left side of the large room, and I go to here.

Spoiler for sexy time:

I move her to a small cushioned seat, (she's a bit uncooperative at first), and I start with giving her a kiss. Her face is very clear, it's a reasonable approximation of her looks when we were going out. She's fully dressed and so am I, and I try out something I've wanted to do for years and make a "ripping apart" two-handed gesture with my hands and command, "BE NAKED!" and instantly she is naked! I do the same to me, looking down at my fully clothed body, my pants/underwear vanish but my long-sleeved shirt remains! Oh well, that's good enough, I start in on getting a BJ from SB. In order to prevent my typical fast wake, I look to the left, and I look to the right in the room, while still feeling the BJ action. I then get the idea of doing a walking BJ, we'll go for a walk outside and SB will continue the BJ.

We get up and go outside and there's some confusion about the number of which "door" we must go through. I think oh let's just get on the pavement and do it right here, but SB's gone now. I think OK, I'll go back into the room.
I walk at the brick wall again at the place where the door should have been and pass through with no issues like it's an illusion. But instead of being in the room, I'm now in a hallway with girls standing around outside the ladie's room. There are some really nice looking girls there and I move to bring a bunch of them into the ladie's room with me.

Inside the ladies' room, it's like a big fancy restaurant, sumtuous wood and cushioned seating, very posh, I think briefly yeah those ladies know how to do it. There is a girl standing at a podium and I know she is the maitre d' (!). I go over to her, she's not attractive, but va-va-VOOM her assistant is HOT. Yes, you'll do nicely I think.

Spoiler for sexy time #2:

I maneuver her to a couch and just like #1, she's fully clothed and so am I, so again I do "BE NAKED!" and she's fully naked, and again I command myself "BE NAKED" and again my shirt remains, haha! I pull the shirt out of the way and scootch her hips forwards to the edge of the couch and I lean down and take a whiff of her lightly-pubed (ahem), and catch a very nice distinct female scent. Just about to dive in when ...

BOOM! Pain! Something bony and sharp has jumped onto my back in between my shoulder blades! It's like a 1/2-sized gollum very bony, I think he's the security system of the bathroom and has been sicc'ed on me. At first I pry one of his hands off of me, take out my "lightsaber dagger" and motion to cut off his hand. He's off of my back then but still targetting me. The unattractive maitre d' is standing nearby and I command her "you have to f^&* him." She responds saying "What!? NO!" I then tell gollum "you can f^&* her!" and that distracts him away from me (he says "Yeah!" and seems excited at the prospect) and I turn back to my girl #2.

Spoiler for sexy time #2, contd, mild dominance:

I tell her to put her arms up over her head and she lifts her forearms up to her shoulders. No, not good enough, I tell her again to put her arms up over her head, she slightly lifts her elbows but it's not what I wanted. I grab her arms then and push them fully up over her head. She then gets it and exclaims, "You mean THIS shit!?" And I answer "Yes, THAT shit."

and I wake up...

I was really excited by the quality of the last dream and LD so I never made it back to sleep for 2 hours until my alarm went off.

Went to bed at 00:00 after taking 50mg 5HTP, WBTB from 05:50 to 06:00 taking 8mg Galantamine.
Relaxed deeply but stayed awake for over an hour - turned right and drifted to sleep. I was dreaming that I was in my room moving in the dark having difficulty due to things in my way and sheets cought on my leg - then it hit me: am I dreaming? Finger through Palm:+!!! Yes, This is a dream! I move around in the dark and free myself from the sheets but there is something covering my right eye. I get out in the balcony and take off easily! I fly around over people in a big field moving effortlessly - it's beautilul! I hear an engine sound while flying. Then I loose the image and I am now in a dark room. I remember to do the ToTM. Since I am inside I can't look at the sky, so I try for the call to another planet (I had pre-decided to call to Essassani and speak with Bashar using FryingMan's voice dialing idea). I look in both my pockets (I am wearing a sports trousers) but there is no phone. Then I hear a phone ringing - its in my back bag! I reach and get the bag and in it there is my iPhone. The screen is black but I simply say: I want to speak with someone on Essassani! To my surprise, a male voice answers: Sissassani is not here.....some gibberish and:...here is only color yellow. I say again: I want to speak with Bashar! Voice: ....some gibberish and: not here. I find the door and get outside. The image is very clear now and I am at a yard with trees between old-fashioned buildings. I try again and this time I manage to free my left eye from whatever was covering it. I remembered the "look at the sky ToTM" and look up: The sky between the trees is all covered with clouds. Thick grey-purple rain clouds, no clear part of the sky (interestingly, today the sky was exactly like that while yesterday it was clear...). I start walking through the yard... ... there is more but I will keep this part private