lucid

I was talking to a man about a car. He said something about getting it from Arr cars instead of ORR cars, then he asked me about the paint and I said something like blue nd white or blue is white. He kept saying red is black or red is white (kept switching up the phrase) The last thing I remember is a phrase along the lines of blue nd white or blue is white.

P.S. A car in relation to my dreams means I have committed myself to some sort of endeaver in my life. White and blue means the ability to convey thoughts, dreams, ideas, new awareness, new beginnings.

I had this one during a morning nap of 50 minutes.
It was a WILD inducted LD. Infact I was observing all the images that come across my mind in that land between the wake state and the sleep. In all the process I tryed to keep the vision of the my mantra (Am I dreaming?) on the background.
At a certain point I felt like a fracture in all my being and suddenly my legs were hovering over my body. I did a reality check, that one of the hands, and then followed my legs in the air.
It was difficult to detach myself from this vision, this situation. Finally I got out of the room and met some OP who didn't seem surprised in seeing me flying around as a baloon. Nothing seemed to be interesting so I passed through the walls (i know how to do that by now) and got out of those places that seemed too constricted to me.
But then my alarm clock went off and I found myself on the bed.

I have to say that this experience was less exiting of the first one, that was a DILD LD.
Maybe the fact that I found myself in my own room wasn't actually so emotional and different from the wake reality and I don't know yet how to change the scenery of the dream world....
Anyway.... I had a prove that everything about LD is true.

So I'm in third person point of view, viewing an old woman who is hook up to a lot of stuff that I assume life support. I think she just died as people bring candles and things. I zone out of this scenario and see superman getting beaten up by someone I don't know. As superman drifts to unconsciousness the dream changes again. Everything reappears and I become more aware that I am dreaming. I open a door since nothing else would appear and see superman and wonderwoman tied up in a chair. They both had their eyes covered up. I make an attempt to untie both of them but some guy punch me from behind. I am no longer lucid. Lucidity Time: 1 minute

I'm laying on my bed, feeling warm and relaxed. I start to get the rocking feeling I associate with dream, but I get a little too enthousiastic and wake up instead of getting into the dream. I don't move and bid my time. When I feel it's strong enough, I throw my dream body out and roll of the bed. I grab the edge to get back up and follow it to the window, in pitch blackness as usual. I get out through the window and walk alongside the wall until I start getting my vision back. As it happen, I snap back in my bed, once again in the dark and half awake.
At this point I take the time to calm down, still not moving, because lucidity in ten seconds intervalls will get tedious. I do the whole throwing my body out again and get out, keeping my hand on the wall and focusing on the texture to keep me grounded. I get my vision slowly, and I'm in the front garden. The car usually parked here is nowhere to be seen and Everything is tinged by the golden light of a very late afternoon. My vision is somewhat blurry, and there is somme kind of dark circle obscuring it. I make the gesture of taking of a pairs of glasses and hear them hitting the ground, but it doesn't really help. It's irking me and that's not good for the dream's stability, so I decide to let it go instead of focussing on it. I walk a little down the road, knowing that I need to find someone, but not remembering who. I extent my hand behind me tentatively, but no-one grabs it. I walk a little more, trying to remember, but I really don't remember and I start to worry that the phone is going to wake me up.
So I just call Eli for a hug


I'm going to need a post-it with "silvery man" written on waiting on my pillow everynight, don't I?

I had a series of short dreams where I became semi Lucid...

I remember trying to get a tattoo as a tribute to my boyfriend. In the dream I had a hard time describing what I wanted, I kept changing details thinking that's what I wanted.

The scenery was winter, cold, snowing and bitter. I remember trying to fly across a frozen pond, thinking that I knew it was a dream and that all I had to do was believe in order to fly properly. I had subconscious doubt which made me falter in my flight but I made it across the pond non the less.

There was also a couple puppies but I don't remember much after that.

I’m in an apartment and there are girls, a woman and a guy. Me and the woman ………sexually part ……… I run out of the apartment and run down stairs when I say to myself "I’m dreaming" and realize that I’m dreaming right now. The floor is cover with blue carpet. I run and jump happy that I’m lucid dreaming right now. I can clearly remember my objectives to do. I say to myself, "do I go back up and continue the sexually part, or find my ex". I decide to find "M"(my ex). There are two ways, the parking or the stairs. I take the stairs. So I run and take the stairs. As I run up the stairs, the dream start fading, I say to myself to not take care. I’m now in a train station and I see "M" sitting down. I go toward her and tell her that she is beautiful and that I’m glad to find her. From far, I see a girl who I know watching us, I make as if I didn’t see her. So I say to "M" if she wants to take a walk with me. She says yes. I grab her hand hard and we start walking away from the train station. We see a kiwi merchant. She tells me to stop but I pull her hand and tell her "no, I just want to spend some time with you".

I forgot to ask her the question.

I haven't dreamt for a few days but last night I finally had a dream. In my dream I was near railroad tracks and I was almost hit by a train whenever this swirling mass knocked me to the ground. Whatever knocked me to safety transformed into the guy that appears in most of my dreams, and before I know whats going on we are holding hands and running theough the misty woods. Before long we stop and an intense makeout session starts. Then I wake up.

P.S. a train symbolizes energy being controlled, in relation to my dream this means positive changes are near.

[URL="http://imgur.com/a/GHDWh"]nr 10 and 11[/URL] (2 a5 sized entries on an a4 sized paper)

nr10 is lucid, nr 11 nonlucid

about nr10: the dream characters were more elaborate than usual and felt almost like real people. at one point i could force a girl (non physically, i have some control over the actions of dcs, if i want them to want me, they will) to want to have sex with me but i didnt because she seemed reluctant initially, because i wouldnt feel good about it. at some point i told a guy that this is a dream and that i am dreaming right now. i asked him if he dreams and he said i was crazy and superstitious (or religious). later on i used powers to light lamps and looked for people to give dream powers so they could be of more help (we were in a survival type situation in a warehouse and had to work together) and i was looking for a responsible person. (this goal was forgotten moments later) i also thought of asking a girl if she could listen to me summarizing my dream so i can remember it better when i wake up and said "hey.. can i ask you something?" and there the dream ended.

pretty cool.


edit: this past week ive actually been getting lucid once a day on average. yes. holy crap thats amazing. yay for nose plug rcs and counting down from 100 thinking "lucid dreaming" on every count. now the next huge step is to learn how to prolong dreams. if i can do that... its happening! its finally happening = D

according to laberge: rubbing and spinning are effective
yell clarity

to bed late (not by choice), ~1am

+ team-based conflict. Sabotage: one guy used an incendiary clicking device to attempt to ignite the underground gas lines via the electrical outlets and blow up several city blocks. "You can't escape" he called out. I ran anyway. Through a door, a guy far stronger than me was pursuing, but I had prepared a small pitch-fork just outside the door and picked it up and stabbed him putting him on the ground, and I called for reinforcements and they beat him up on the ground.

+ (f) returning to the cages, a tiny (female?) dog had been rewarded and entered the cage of my old dog "L". L came along later?

alarm @ 5.5 hrs, very tired, got family member up, back to bed. Alarms are terrible for recall. I had to reach to remember the above.

eventually summoned the will to stop following random thought chains and implement my Back To Sleep Mojo (tm) with the intent of lucid dreams. It worked again

BTS mojo: start with deep breathing. Totally relax and let go of everything: tension, thoughts, all trying and effort. There is a very special "sinking" feeling for a moment at the end of a long exhale when you successfully let go of tension and start to sink deeper. What I do then is try to hold on to that "deep sinking" feeling, including during inhales and exhales. While breathing, I sometimes imagine I'm breathing through my "3rd eye" in the middle of my forehead. Breathing in dream energy and breathing out tension and thoughts. HI may begin during this time. Try not to focus on them, but simply remain lightly aware of them.

+ I'm walking outside in an apartment complex (small, 2 story) in between buildings. It is dark (early morning I think). I hear a sound to the left and look up and see a man through a large sliding glass door [DREAM SIGN], he's doing remodeling in his apartment. He's using a scraper on the glass door, and it's really squeaky and noisy, I think it's rude to be doing that at this early hour, it could bother the neighbors.

The building on the right of me also has a glass wall on the 2nd floor apartment, I know there's a woman in there I'd like to sneak a peek at. I'm staying below the window and trying to remain unseen. (The light comes on?) I sense she's walking around in her robe. I hide under the overhang, and her legs in the reflection of the glass via a building to the left. I think that means she may be able to see me, too.

At one point my wife comes out and I try to hide but she sees me, she's in her bathing suit I guess she's going for a swim/sauna, but she doesn't suspect me.

LD#176 (2/10 goal for LDs for remainder of Feb)
I felt sure I was waking lucid in "my room" in the dark. The room seemed right. I sit up on the side of my bed, and notice vague bits of furniture about, including an alarm clock? [false]. I have a small bit of trouble maneuvering out of bed, but made it OK. Decided to head outside and fly into the night sky and explore the city at night and have fun. Pretty high awareness, and very clear. I get outside and look up at the sky. I think the stars were "beautiful" but in retrospect they were pixelated like computer graphics, and the sky was rather gray not black. The stars were swirling around the sky a bit, interesting. I went to take off flying into the sky and I hear suddenly and unexpectedly a very creepy male voice behind me that startled me and freaked me out a bit, he barked out some statement that I didn't understand. I took off and looked behind me and very very clear and vividly saw two guys on top of the roof of a building. I circled around to go fight them. summoned my lightsaber in to my hand, at first it was the size of a pen with tiny little bumps on each end like a miniature dumbbell from the gym. I reached over with my right hand and "pulled" it which extended it, at first too large, then pushed back a bit and got it to be the perfect size. landed, hit the "on" button expecting awesome sound and visuals (but they were kind of weak like usual), and started fighting. There were several opponents and more coming it seems. Tried force lightning on a 3rd guy who came on me from the right: extended my right arm straight and made a "claw" with my fingers, but managed only a few sparks at best. impaled several guys with the blade at close distance with lunges, one in the chest, one in the face. several good swipes, but just not the vivid blade and effects that I want. There was a bit of resistance to swinging the blade, like swinging a sword in water.
I'm losing the fight, they're getting their attacks in close to me. The main opponent almost got a swing (he had a lightsaber too I think) to land on me, I had to sacrifice my saber to block it and then jumped backwards off of a pier to escape. In the distance in the water some people are standing on a platform.
I climb back up on to the pier a bit away from the fight and look at who's here. It's sort of an open area, looks like a party is going on. Right in front of me, my attention is grabbed right away by a lovely blonde woman in a sexy, revealing, white evening dress. Her hair is in a medium-length braid down her back, and her right side is facing me.

Spoiler for sexy time, explicit:

I approach her and notice as I'm approaching that she's naked underneath her dress, and see that she has a nice patch of blonde public hair. This gives me a "zing" because true blonde pubes are really rare. As I approach her she is now sitting on a bench with her legs slightly open, and I'm kneeling down in front of her. She is looking at me and giving me a playful smirking smile. She is naked now from the waist down and I get a great view of her very substantial bush which is a large triangle of thick, but short-cropped blonde curlies. I tell her "Excuse me, but you have the most beautiful hairy p***y I've ever seen!" She shifts down a bit making her (ahem) fully available to me, and I dive in for oral. It is an exquisite moment: I feel the moist, warm, flesh of her cleft for a few seconds before

the dream fades.

[URL="http://imgur.com/a/rnSaI"]paper 9[/URL]

2 A5-sized entries on 1 A4 page

i also had the nightmare with my mom in which i couldnt tell whether i was dreaming or not. i looked at my phone and did the nose plug but detected nothing strange. i wasnt very clear minded.

Ritual: Yesterday was full of work and stress, conditions that I have previously correlated to vivid dreaming. I worked until going to bed at 2am. Woke at 5am to feed the cat, then again at 6am after a dream that culminated in an experience of intense frustration, vivid enough that I spent around 45 minutes writing it down—an unintended but useful WBTB. Since today will also be very busy I did not do any other lucid practices, however, I had primed myself a little by reading the list of TOTYs last night. Apart from those conditions, the following dream was spontaneous, and I woke from it at around 8:45am.

DILD: I am at my mother's house, but it is unlike any WL house. I am in a long room with high ceilings, very spacious and sparsely furnished, with no modern accoutrements. Maybe it is the medieval look of the interior that reminds me of the TOTYs, and I become lucid. Which would be a good one to do? Fairy would be easier to do outdoors. I could turn into a dragon but then I'd have to destroy everything and I don't want to wreck my mother's house. Phoenix? That would be a good one. I try to remember the details. I can't just summon it directly, I have to burn something, right? I look around the room for something suitable.

On the far end of the room is a table under a shuttered window. The table is covered with a white cloth, and spread across it is an assortment of jewels and precious stones. These look ideal. I select a faceted gem and place it in my left palm. It is small, only about six millimeters across, transparent with cobalt blue striations, like a combination of diamond and sapphire. It is faceted into what I think of as a classic gem shape. [According to online sources, this is simply called a "round" cut.] I walk slowly across the room back toward the couch where my mom is sitting, concentrating on the stone and willing it to catch fire. The stone feels inert in my hand, and I feel that I have chosen the wrong one. From the coloring, this stone is clearly attuned with ice, not fire. I should go back and pick a different one.

I return to the table and find a small stone of matte earthy red color. This is more a mineral than a gem, and it is shaped like a narrow lozenge, almost a centimeter long, pointed at the ends, and only a few millimeters wide in the middle. I begin to will it into flame, but immediately have second thoughts. The stone is so skinny and small, it would probably make a scrawny phoenix. I go back to the table to look for a better one.

I decide to find a gem that could pass for a phoenix egg, examine the options more carefully, and finally come across a good-sized stone around three centimeters across. It is also matte and reddish, but a generous oval in shape, and the top is composed of randomly assorted rounded protrusions, like bubbles. The bottom has been leveled off and already set into a metal frame. I decide that this one is ideal, put it in my left palm, and begin to invoke fire in earnest. Around this time my mom tries to talk to me about doing some household chore but I hush her: "Not now, I'm busy."

The stone resists at first, but I do not let myself doubt my ability to do this. I've summoned fire in my palm before. This time I'm just transmuting it from a substrate. I will a flame to emerge from the stone and soon it does—but I notice that in the process, the stone has transformed into a candle. The candle is larger than the stone, filling my hand. It is a 6cm tall cylinder and is conveniently fitted in a round container. Between the candle and the sides of the container is what looks like a filling of crumpled dry grass.

The flame is burning on the wick in the ordinary way, and I will it to expand and consume the whole candle, turning it into the phoenix I am trying to create. For a moment it burns quietly, but then the whole object transforms again. Briefly I seem to be holding a bundle of smoldering dried grass, around a foot in diameter, until the whole thing explodes and violently flies apart, patches landing in various places around the room. Failure? I'd better check the remains.

I wander around to a couple of the smoking remnants, but see nothing notable. I remember that I need to keep my expectations high, so as I walk toward a third, larger patch, I anticipate finding a baby phoenix. Sure enough, when I prod at the charred dried grass, underneath I discover a tiny, long-necked, bird-like creature! The phoenix has hatched! But it is it skinny and completely limp. What can I do to help? As a creature of fire, I reason, it must need heat. It is probably freezing to death.

I gently pick up the baby bird, which drapes across my hands with no sign of life, and take it to the fireplace. Luckily there is already a good fire burning. There is a kind of metal chain screen separating the fire from a metal grate on the hearth. Sprawled on the grate, soaking up the heat, is a long iguana-like lizard that I had previously noticed on the table when I was selecting jewels. I figure it must be a salamander, with the same need for warmth as my new phoenix. Should I place the phoenix in the fire directly, or on the grate? Since my hypothesis about the wisdom of putting the phoenix in the fire is as yet untested, I decide to lay it on the grate in case I need to remove it quickly.

The experiment goes well. As soon as I lay the baby phoenix next to the fire, its body begins to perk up and fill out. It grows until it resembles a toucan in shape and size, though red in color and with a sleeker bill. Success! But was there more to the task? I can't remember if we were also supposed to fight something, and figure I'd better do that as well as long as I can maintain dreamstate. "Let's go fight something!" I say to the newborn phoenix, and it hops up on my shoulder.

I head past the table with the jewels and open the window in the end wall. The window is a square aperture about three feet on a side, fastened with a single wooden shutter. The shutter is hinged on one side, flush with the wall when closed, and opens inward to the left. This truly resembles a medieval house in that there is no glass in the window, so it is easy to climb up and out. I pause on the sill and bid the phoenix to fly on ahead. Meanwhile, I hang up the long metal hook that I used to open the shutter so that I can grab it when I come in later, then use another device that resembles a hook attached to a wire loop to suspend myself from the sill and ease the drop to the ground, which is far enough below that it requires some precaution. I have the feeling that I have done this many times before.

Once on the ground, I look around for someone or something to fight. I am on a grassy lawn that extends between a number of different buildings. The buildings themselves don't leave a distinct architectural impression—I wish I had taken a closer look. Instead I was scanning the ground between them, but all I see are ordinary people walking about, none of whom seem like suitable opponents. I don't want to be an unprovoked aggressor.

The dream begins to fade. I worry that the abrupt transition to a different space might have unbalanced it, and I immediately take steps to stabilize, falling on my knees and examining the details of the grass while running my hands over it for texture. For a moment the grass turns grey and although I see all the usual plants among it, like clover, everything looks unusually small. But then a voice hails me from above and the dreamstate resumes its integrity: "Do you want to fight?" I promptly agree.

I am facing a man who is accompanied by a creature resembling a muscular, short-haired white dog. The man has a sword, and immediately begins to strike at me. Although I am unarmed, I find that I am able to parry his blows with my hands without too much discomfort. I suspect that I could turn the fight to my advantage if I want, but the whole point of this exercise was to fight in tandem with the phoenix. Where is that bird? "Phoenix? Phoenix!" I call anxiously.

The blade keeps falling, and I keep catching it and pushing it aside, but luckily the dog is hanging back for now. Suddenly to my relief the phoenix swoops in, aiming a stream of fire at the dog. More gouts of flame follow, consuming the man and dog, but they do not go down easily. I watch the phoenix, who has now taken human form, take a blade right through his stomach, angling up toward his chest. It is an unmistakably lethal blow, and I run over to him as he falls. I feel guilty for having put him in this predicament—but recall that for a phoenix, there should be a way to fix this.

Looking around frantically, I am pleased to discover a fireplace in my immediate vicinity. Nevermind the unlikelihood of finding a fireplace outdoors; it is just what I need so I don't question it. I drag the phoenix, currently in the form of a slim Asian boy, over to the hearth and dump him directly onto the flames. I expect the fire to heal him; instead he begins screaming as his skin burns and chars. It is horrifying, but I hold him down as he struggles—he was dying already, this is the only thing that might help. Maybe this is how it is supposed to work. A phoenix has to die to be reborn, right? The human body blackens and burns away. Sure enough, in its place I find a little baby bird, looking much like it did initially but yellow instead of red this time. I wonder if its pale color means it needs to eat. The bird pecks at some morsel of food near the fire and I try to tempt it with something better. "Here, eat a hot one." I pluck an olive-sized piece from a row of snacks baking in the fireplace (I don't feel the heat, just as I didn't feel pain from the sword earlier) and offer it directly. The little bird compliantly swallows the morsel, growing in size and turning red again.

I feel that I have completed the task to satisfaction, so even before I wake up I begin reviewing the details, making sure I commit them to memory. There is a moment when I am back in the same house as the beginning of the dream and ask someone to remind me the name of the guy I fought. "Ziggy Starduster and the Hoarfrost," comes the reply. I note that they definitely said "Starduster," not "Stardust." Since I only hear rather than see the names, I briefly wonder if the dog's name is spelled "Whorefrost" or "Hoarfrost," but decide that the latter is more appropriate on a number of levels.

Context: before going to bed I watched Trancendence. I was wandering whjat would happen if I try to build an AI, what would happen if the AI was able to reproduce, maybe a little mathmatical nonsense to this and the idea of all possible thoughts. Here is how it turned out:

Once in the dream I tried shaping a small unit, like a singele neuron, only difference: I tried to model it so big, that I could see it. I used a „thin tube“ as input and several larger tubes an an output, different thickness, being a higher prabability of conducting something like water poured into it. Concept seemed to work, constructs of larger size were able to solve „simple“ tasks like the TSP pretty well. Problem is, this modelling in RL would be a heck of work, slow, unpractical. Conclusion: I need to model more neural networks of different kinds, maybe one is RL applicable… well so much for this result of my dream.
Second I imagined a world where I supposed about every 6th part oft he soil was usable for constucting the robot I tried to set free. Only task: gather recources, reproduce. Given a slow circle to reproduce, the whole plain I was standing on was destroyed in a few minutes.
Memo to myelf: never ever let a robot build itself from corbon, oxigon or silicon… bad idea.
Next one I tried the Banach-Tarski-paradox. This enables you (in theory) to duplicate points in the 3rd dimension. It actually is quite fun to watch in a LD how it specifically works. Sad thing, this is not possible in RL…
Last one: the idea of the ending for Trancendence. I spend some time working out the details. The end is, (stop reading if you wanna avoid spoilers) yes, we can in the best case destroy an all powerful singularity, but maybe that’s not even the smartest thing to do. Sometimes external things know what’s best for us, better than we ever could. Like in politics, really:
We always cry, as soon as change hppens. Maybe we need to get a little more open minded.
With this I do not mean, we should accept everything, heck no, but we should try to see the good intentions, we should try to see the persons long term motivations, we should see what it has as consequences. For example, though this is arguably my personal püreference: we should see, that some things are unpleasent, but still must be brought through, taxes for example. Great medical applications like stem cells research. Some times you need to take a leap of faith. The world ahead can be a pleasent one… I think.

1/10 LDs for remainder of Feb. accomplished

earlier:

+ driving around the area, hills, freeways. Stop on a very steep hill. It's so steep that if you walk on it you may sleep and slide down it. My mother gets out of the car across the street, and I'm telling her "careful!" but she walks towards me. I'm concerned a car may come down the street. She comes over and squats down to pee on the side of the road. I'm looking for people approaching and I think I see some so I stand in front of her, I feel a bit of her pee splashing up on to me.

+ water slide
I'm on the top of the steep hill near the LH museum in the B hills. They've built slides down the hill. I go on them. I think that they could make loop-de-loops because the speed would allow it. On the bottom of the hill there is a sort of club, the place that manages the slides. I'm looking for a bathroom. There is a sign of a sort of shower bench displayed outside a small building, I think this means "toilet" because old people could down on that bench and stick their butts out the other side and use the toilet that way. I walk in that direction. There is a business meeting of the developers of this slide complex there, a bunch of men standing around a table under a canopy. One man is talking authoritatively and using a lot of big fancy words and jargon, and someone says "that means he doesn't really know what he's saying." I start to climb up the slides for another ride, but I realize part-way up I wouldn't have to pay if I just started sliding down from
the middle, so I do that.

+ childhood home
I'm in my sister's room, wishing I had some good NSFW magazines, there is a black satin sheet on one of the twin beds with a suspicious dollop of liquid on it and I wipe it off. I know my dad's around so I head for my room. There are what appear to be muddy footprints on the ground I think from my climbing around the slide hills earlier, and I reach down the pick them up, then I realize they're flat dried animal turds. I want to wash my hands. I hear a radio show featuring a bunch of angry young SJW's, and among the shouting I near a voice yell, "yeah! Throw the f^&*ers in the river!"

later:

+ kitchen, sex planned, guy in the bedroom, little dog with key in its mouth opens the safe and out ride the toy firetrucks which can sound the alarm

+ with a girl in a "house of ill repute", not doing anything, I see advertisements written on the mirror that say things like "sex" and "hardcore". I notice I have fuzzy hair covering all my fingertips, I head to the bathroom to wash this off. The girl leans over and she's wearing a very loose top with no sleeves and nothing underneath and I get a good look at her right breast.
I ask her tentatively if there are "additional" services available, thinking about what was written on the mirror. She says "Yes, with two guys at once, with a banana and a tomato." I can't imagine where the tomato would go. I say "uh, ew, with another guy is not interesting."
I hear the doorbell ring. I guess it's the next customer. I'm scrambling to get my clothes on when some people come in. "I'm still getting dressed!" I say. I rush to put on my belt and I see that my belt is inside-out, oh well.

Then two young boys are snickering at me and saying "his pants are inside out!" I look down an indeed that explains my belt: I put on my jeans inside out, they look white and I can see the seams. I run to the bathroom to fix my pants while the people come in and make themselves comfortable.

I'm led to a small bathroom, the man who showed me the room says be careful the floor is slippery, I look down and there are a couple of amber-colored (vitamin-E, fish oil looking) capsules on the ground. There is also an open curtain to a tiny bedroom with a made-up double bed in there, part of the business operation I imagine.

A guy is singing near me (in a shower?). He has a good voice, and sounds like Frank Sinatra I think. Then I'm getting sprayed with water from this guy via a shower head and I say "HEY! I need to go outside in these clothes!" He says "you're doing it yourself". While not strictly true, I see I am also holding a shower head which is spraying water so I hang it up.

I'm heading up the stairs to the garage (in CH), the people including the wise-ass kids are at the table. Narrator or me or someone ways "I never expected to see someone like them in a place like this." Then the kids say to me, "Yeah, but we *did* expect to find a person like *you* in a place like *this*." Wrecked. I feel like cursing at them and giving them the finger. I turn around and head up the stairs and say "wait until you've walked a mile in my shoes."

Up on the street outside CH, there's a large (moving?) truck at the intersection, and a middle-aged woman standing in front of the L's house. She asks me in a very thick German accent, "Do you have any cash?" I think she's moving into the neighborhood but I'm confused about what she wants with the cash.

a BTS victory after about 8 hours in bed, yay.

+ LD#175
I'm walking by an indoor basketball court. A short blonde man is playing with somebody else, they're playing one-on-one full-court. The SBM makes a layup on the far basket. Then they play coming towards the basket I'm standing under, and the SBM makes a reverse layup right in front of me. "You really like layups don't you?" I say. And I say how I was pretty good at layups. I dribble the ball towards the opposite basket. I dribble the ball onto my foot and it goes shooting off to the side and I scramble after it and bring it back. "I was never very good at dribbling, however. I was pretty good at making shots, though, see: " and I try to make a basket from about 3 feet away and can't get anyway near the hoop. The ball just bounces right back off the backboard. Hmm, I'm having trouble. Maybe it would be easier without the basket? And the basket vanishes.

Then I'm sitting down near a glass wall [DREAM SIGN] to the outdoors, and I'm leaning forwards on something and falling asleep. A scary female figure comes and stands up next to the wall and I feel a tingling of fear, but I ignore it as I'm trying to fall asleep and then make the transition to the dream state. I feel a kind of shift and decide to try the advice of 'if you think you're dreaming, try to roll out of your body', so I sort of roll over and sit up in bed and I'm lucid. I have something partially obscuring my vision and I'm having a bit of trouble getting up off the bed, it's fairly dark in the room. I rub my hands together a little bit. I manage to get up from the bed and decide right away it's time to find some girls [sigh]. SG and ST come to mind immediately. I leave the living room and head down the hallway, now I'm in my previous adult home, I head for the bedrooms, the doors are closed, and I say SG, you're going to be behind this door! I open the door and look in the room: empty, with a futon on the floor, and a large sliding glass door which is open and heading to the back yard [false]. I then go into the other bedroom and call out for ST, but it is likewise empty. I then head to the master bathroom, ponder a moment, and head back to the 2nd bedroom and say "OK, come out of hiding now, here i am!" and I hear some voices say something like "here we are!" and the dream fades...

These are dreams of the past few days.

[SPOILER=spoiler to not crowd my dj page]Avatar shark croc against the stream downwards give up. i knew i was dreaming but not clearly, i could only spend extra effort and maybe only at the last moment.

in bus with selcuk dayi we crash. bear in car. ilknur tries to talk to me. huge beasts on road dayi says they should watch out. (rather than driving to the other side of the road to avoid them)

at school breakdance try to impress ym teacher with silly moves. Blac guys. i do turtle but have backpack so keep doing forward flip. take bag off do turtle then my elbow not touch belly so handstand. then dinner ready we hop skip over things because table is set and filled with foodplates.

here i have the lucid dream in which i did the totm.

standing guard. "you cant handle the truth" hearthstone. *wtf does this mean :P* it sounded exactly like this [URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FnO3igOkOk&feature=youtu.be&t=44"]Youtube you cant handle the truth[/URL] i dont know why i heard this and what it has to do with hearthstone or standing guard

tall dutch girl 2.50 big chamber with statues. stairs. nose plug lucid. 1 min. float around cant land. help girl while worrying parents. airport. she needed help crossing street. duran abi gets close while driving by on motor. another car she almost didnt see.

"i am not your leader" necropost fa

basketball cant drible. breakdance impress people

swimming pool. jumping on top of the water without sinking. making front flip but theres no room coz too many kids. lot sof kids sleeping by the pool. another but on a beach. serkan on a boat. same dream? i ask if 3 meters is deep enough to dive. he says in the wedstrijdbad (with the duikplank) it is enough so its enough here.

at guney or enes. then i go away on bike. lars house is far. hes there smoking weed. i see daniek from tbl

i did the (nose plug) rc but nothing happened i did it multiple times and mentioned it. failed rc lars said do it again and i did and got lucid. mom in room, room is dark, i get a slight notion of maybe this is scary and she closes in on me with a slightly croaky voice and i get scared. i say "but i love you" maybe twice and the dream ends.

hearthstone. playing wolf team with david out and serdar, david has stronger armor but not to cheat us he just happened to have it. guney bora huseying amca. and guney abi and a girl in love.

rekt as priest in tavern brawl (where you create your deck by discovering and you get chickens and spare parts). someone house is turning inside. rotating and changing. david en mischa? turkey. middle part unchanging. im sleepy thinking is hard. im home late in köy.

on yt, saw daniela andrade (who was actually victoria justice from victorious) it said "voice demoted" kid says "i wasnt after the fuck" kripp says he should believe in himself and gets 4 random minions in a generals game and theyre tanks. kills 2 enemy tanks and goes on to destroy a building.[/SPOILER]

2 paper dj entries.

[SPOILER=number 8]fighting dad and protecting bro after fighting bro after he did something to me and i kicked his knee.

girl singing to me. she had light brown sweater. i was djing. it was hey there delilahs tune but different words. i think she was singing about what i was writing (asking what i was writing). it was beautiful. (now i just listened to it and the song sounds like crap, but when i woke up i had the impression that that was the music) occasionally we looekd into each others eyes and i looked into her eyes almost all the time. near the end i saw my dad there and i felt awkward by being touched by the music and expressing such enjoyment.

naruto fighting someone (i called hi naruto but hes a random here) fights then forgives him then cages him then takes his powers away (like avatar). both had spiderman powers. i found it cool and rewinded it/watched it/experienced it again. now im looking at it from a few meters away. kind old lady with sweet voice "why dont you take that lady out" and that was my mom. so i go with her and shes annoying and angry and isnt waiting for me to catch up. were both on the bicycle.[/SPOILER]


[SPOILER=number 7]this is all 1 dream with multiple paragraphs.
standing around near the house or walking outside, try to amuse kids by pulling something out of my pocket (by summoning) but hands are empty). friend told me about the prostitute graves, he went there and looked around (he wasnt interested in 96 past the hour) even when lucid i spent some tiem trying to cheer up my gf. she was disappointed or sad or angry at me about something. (not a waking life gf, only in this particular dream) her gf was there too. this was inside. my friend had dark hair. gf brown or dark.

when walking outside i thought i should summarize the dream so its easy to remember because lots of things happened. if i had remembered what happened inside and thought about it i would have remembered it after i woke up.

dojo. i suck and get owned they mistake me for one of them. (im not a martial artist).

i go outside and rub my hands a lot it really works feeling the dream and watching my hands

went outside with a friend and said "look my phone says its 96 past the hour but thats imposible, theres only 60 minutes in an hour" but he didnt care.

this is enough. typing is tiring and i just hope i wont lose the paper. this lucid was ~15 minutes.[/SPOILER]

Dream - short lucid
It's night time and I'm outside of a house by a road. I look at my hands randomly and just become lucid, I test this by pushing my finger into my palm which stretches, I do this a couple times for no real reason. I look around and notice how beautiful the sky looks, the dream is really vivid and stable. There's so many stars shining really brilliantly and everything is quite crisp in detail. I try to think of a dream goal but realize I haven't actually set one down, I fight the urge to summon my ex because I don't want to enter cave-man mode. The dream loses quality and stability quite quickly and I find myself awake in bed. I think the dream was only 10-20 seconds long.

I tried thinking of what dream goal I should try next, I think I may approach the dream goal of conversing with a dream character since that is a biggie in my book. I want to see how aware they are of me when I'm aware of them, or hear what random nonsense they might spout .