lucid

1.9.16 - day off
Yesterday worked till 11 pm and went to bed at 2am. Slept till 8 or so, WBTB till 10:30. Slept till 2pm, but had a lucid in first part of sleep with WILD. Only about 5-6 min long.

I was in some tiny apparatus, which then turned into a flying car like in Jetsons and I drove it through a obstacle course to see how fast and accurate I can go. I went pretty fast.

In a much longer non-lucid after this one, there was a huge party in a family I used to work for. So much food. But I later realized it's all tofu. Even the icecream I ate. Ewww!

Earlier Ld frag: I shortly become lucid and recall the basic totm, start looking for a book. I think I find one with gibberish on it.

Other dreams and the above section is mostly forgotten.

Nld part: I get dragged into some sort of a drinking contest where people queue, leave a bottle, get points for it, then are served drinks, some pay for them, score more points. I order grapefruit white wine cocktail. It takes forever to get it but the bartender finally gives me my glass - with a little pink liquid at the bottom. It tastes like smoothie, not too bad but definitely not grapefruit and wine. I continue to the next stage of the contest up some stairs where I find myself in an elevator shaft by mistake. I try to get out of there.

A man requests my assistance lifting some of his contest goods. In another room - another guy leaves his PC above the toilet seat.

I'm outside now and everything suddenly comes into focus. It was as if I wasn't seeing where I was the moment before. But now I know - it's a dream. I look around thinking about it. On an unknown street, I try to determine my location. Never been here before. I look at the style of buildings trying to assess which country is this. Maybe the States. I begin to recall that I had another very brief lucid already with the totm. It's a bit blurry and I only recall looking for the book. Better not to go into too much thought right now.

Let's find another book and see what's written there. I walk down the street thinking about summoning a book. Despite my overall confidence of being able to summon almost anything, this feels like one of these dreams where the environment is different and as if the summon won't work. I walk down the street looking around and wondering whether to enter inside to look for a book but this seems like a bad time consuming idea. I see a pile of junk near one of the houses and decide to investigate it.

There are couple of books right on top. How convenient! The first one is a notebook, so I put it to the side. Then I grab three differently colored books with lavishly decorated hardcovers. I take the top one and examine it. What does the title say? Gibberish again. Would that count, I feel disappointed. I look again as the letters keep changing until they finally make actual words "The boredom of God". I browse through the pages which are filled with more gibberish words and think about this. Maybe god is bored because I can't get any information out of this book. Nevermind. I look up and try to memorize the title. Surely I will forget this any moment now so I decide to shout it out loud several times.

I keep shouting as I look around. I feel excited to have a lucid dream. I want to stay here longer, but as am about to shout again, the dream starts to thin out and I wake up.

09.01.2016

The Annoying Dog & Co-Worker (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm driving a vehicle akin to the old Mazda vehicle I use in waking life. I'm on my way to park near the uphill driveway, and as I'm heading out, I turn my back and noticed that 30-50 feet away from me is a Dalmatian that coincidentally turns its head around as well. It doesn’t seem threatening, but it has a neutral look on its visage that makes me want to take precaution.

I see that it’s coming towards me, and I quickly go back into the driver’s seat, and closed the door. I lock the vehicle just in case, and the dog is still around moving about on the left hand side still. So, I wind down the window a little bit, and started flapping my left hand around, and subsequently making “Shoo! Get!” professions hoping that the dog will want to get away.

I noticed that the dream itself seems to have that atmospheric overlay akin to waking life, even though some parts were a bit blurry; mostly due to peripheral vision, I guess. I started to grasp the vividness of the dream when I tried to open the door slightly, and the dog wanted to come in via putting its mouth through the small gap, but it wasn’t intended to bite me.

I wasn’t hearing any barking or growling, and saw that it was mostly panting. I saw its teeth, and fixated on looking at my feet, and noticed the clarity behind the texture of the flooring of the car. I can see I’m wearing brown shoes, khaki pants, and probably a cool colored shirt (light blue).

I’m moving my feet around in a frenzy while trying to close the door, and eventually proceeded to take my left foot to deter it away from me. Somehow, the dog is on the other side once more, and just as I’m trying to get out of the vehicle, someone that looks like a co-worker of mien is next to that dog.

Let’s describe the guy as dark skin, big lips, and has a haircut as well that starts with the name “D.” He’s wearing a red hoodie with some dark blue jeans, and brown shoes. He turns around, and has his lips puckered up a bit with his eyes squinting for a bit, and he comes to me to ask a question on some vague concept with rapping, or something.

I immediately responded, for some odd reason:

“Darius is that way,” as I’m pointing my right hand diagonally to the right of the location the guy was at, albeit a bit further than that. The dog is still there, but it looks at me with its googly eyes, and I presume the person is their owner.

After that, I just head back into the house, and it’s most likely just navigating through an empty area.

"So then Andraste was standing there looking like a normal human being, and Divine Victoria had to figure out how to explain to everyone who she was. And that was important, because Andraste was assembling a team to save the world."

"Of course, why else would God come back as a snarky, gorgeous redhead?"

(Explaining my dreams to someone IWL.)

Andraste
Divine Victoria

First lucid dream of the year!

I don't have much time to describe it, so.

My cousin was gonna be a daddy. I sent him a message to congratulate him, but I messed it up. Then, I asked him if we could be business partners.

After that was done, I went to a weird room where two people who were supposed to be my best friends were. One of them said they wanted to play a game, but the other said they were too tired. We decided to play one round.

The game was weird and boring, something about poetry. There were other people there, plus my dog. I was weary of a cable, and I started thinking that one of my best friends wanted to kill us all.

Then, my other best friend mentioned the storms. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I went to the window and opened it. The roads were covered in... I dunno. It looked like the city had been taken over by a swamp. I looked at that and thought "OMG THIS IS SURREAL HOW DID IT HAPPEN BECAUSE OF ONE STORM THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE"

"...wait a minute. THAT. IS. IMPOSSIBLE. THIS IS A DREAM!" So I slapped myself in the face a few times and felt no pain. I decided to jump through the window and fly. I did that and, as I was falling, I thought "well, I didn't REALLY do a RC, so I may have just killed myself..."

But, at the last second, I started flying. I flew around the destroyed roads and, for some reason, sang the Dragon Ball Z theme. It was fuuunnn!

And that was it!

After my WBTB, I WILD into my living room at home. I realize that I’m an idiot and didn’t pick anything to do for this lucid (maybe because I wasn’t entirely expecting another lucid so close to the last one). I try to think of anything that might be interesting to try out. I somehow recall a lot of people on the forum saying that meditating in a lucid is an awesome experience, but considering how I don’t meditate in real life (and when I try to, I get too distracted by my ADD thoughts), I’m not sure if I should try. But, no better options come to mind, so I figure, what the heck. I sit down in the classic meditation pose, and I actually start to levitate off the ground a bit. The sights and sounds around me seem to get much clearer. So far so good, I guess. Surely this’ll be easier than in waking life with all of its distractions.

In this case I was wrong. My dad walks in the room. (Story Time: Whenever I’m home on break from school, I’m basically full-time tech support for my parents. Apart from fixing computers/phones/TVs/cable boxes/etc., my dad will often interrupt whatever I’m doing about every 10 minutes to ask me some question about his phone/computer/Facebook. The answer is always something so simple that he could’ve Googled it himself, but he insists that I help him. As you’ll see, this habit of his has carried over into my dreams…) He sits down and immediately starts blabbing something about his phone acting up. I remind myself that this is a dream and try to ignore him, but it seems to make him louder. I finally get up and walk out of the room, but he follows me out, still talking about his phone. I run upstairs, go in my room, and lock the door. I can still hear him outside the door, now raising his voice to a shout. Ugh, this is ridiculous. I crack open the window, get a running start, and jump outside, flying off away from the house. Unfortunately, before I can get back to meditating, the dream destabilizes and I lose lucidity.

I’m now in this movie theater with a couple friends to see the latest Disney-Pixar movie. It’s supposedly an IMAX movie theater, even though it’s really just a really wide curved screen that stretches across the entire front of the room. The room is much larger than an actual movie theater, and it looks like it seats a few thousand people. Me and a couple friends are off to the left side, about 10 rows from the front. For some reason, though, the seats are angled off towards the left wall, so I only see a small portion of the left side of the screen until I turn my head really far to the right to see the rest of the picture.

We sit through the first few minutes of the movie, when the movie pauses. Some lady walks to the front of the theatre, and 3 more flat projector screens lower from the ceiling, showing a slide about some charity organization. I can somehow see her nametag from where I’m sitting, which says Hanna on it. She introduces herself as Hanna Montana. “I know what you’re thinking, but I’m missing the last ‘h’. So no, I’m not a widely-adored pop superstar.” I turn to my friend next to me. “To be fair, neither is Miley Cyrus.” My joke made 3 rows around me start cracking up, and my friend even spit out his drink from laughing so hard.

We sit through the movie (which amazingly is only about 10 seconds long), and me and my friends kind of hang out in the theater for a few minutes afterwards. A police officer walks up to my friend Joel and tells him that he’s gonna have to come with him. I try standing up for him. “What seems to be the problem, officer?”
“Well, this hooligan was spotted last night causing a ruckus during a showing of Star Wars, and so he’s been banned from the building. Yet somehow, he managed to crawl his way back in here past our security.”
Joel walks out into the aisle, with the cop behind him. He gets to the top of the stairs, and suddenly makes a run for it. The cop quickly pulls out his taser and shoots him before he even gets out the door. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see Joel falling to the ground (because man, that would’ve been hilarious to see IRL).

After the movie, I head home, jump on my computer, and play some Minecraft. It’s a weird version of Minecraft in that it’s played from a top-down perspective, making it kinda hard to see what you’re actually building. I somehow discover a secret passageway that leads under this nearby lake, but when I travel down it, I get stopped by this massive scorpion. I’m now fighting it in first person, but I realize all my weapons are gone. The scorpion has pretty strong armor too, so it’s gonna be impossible to fight him in this state. Still, I give it my best shot. I run around him, dodging his tail strikes. He charges towards me, knocking me down, though I do manage to land a few punches on my way down. It doesn’t hurt, obviously, since it’s just a video game, though everything else about the experience feels pretty realistic. After a trading a few more blows, I’m down to one health, while the scorpion has barely taken a scratch. Oh well, it’s not like I had anything valuable in my inventory, guess I’ll just die then.

Suddenly, a glowing arrow shoots from the entrance of the passageway, one-hit killing the scorpion. I look in the direction the arrow came from, and see this guy with jet black hair and a leather jacket standing at the entrance, bow extended toward the monster. I go to thank my mysterious savior, but he just raises his nose at me. “Ha, how could you even come into a level 12 cave without any weapons? Maybe you should go back and do the tutorial levels, you noob!” The world around us fades out before there’s a bright flash of light.

Fair warning, the next part reads like a novel. It was a pretty long, detailed section of the dream. I don’t remember all the dialogue that occurred, but I do remember most of the emotional connotation of it, so I based the dialogue on that.

I’m now in this huge wooden cabin, getting out of this strange white capsule on a metal track. As I get up, I have a rush of false memories in my head that give me a context of what’s going on. I don’t really know how I know these facts, I just kinda suddenly know them. I’m somehow 50 years in the future - I have no clue how I got here, but I’m here. Much like in the book “Ready Player One” by Ernest Cline, the world thrives entirely off of virtual reality. People basically live their entire lives in their personal VR capsule. The cabin I’m in is an “access point”, a place where people can bring their capsules and connect directly to the “hub”, the worldwide center of VR activity. The tracks on which my capsule was positioned were used to physically take users to the hub, and during the journey, the capsules would begin the boot-up process before finally being connected at their destination.

Speaking of capsules, mine wasn’t the best. I seem to recall getting one of the cheaper ones - it was enough to successfully connect to the hub, but it wasn’t meant for the incredibly realistic experiences boasted by VR companies. The screen in the eyepiece wasn’t that high of a resolution, and haptic feedback - the equipment that simulated a sense of touch - was pretty terrible. Everything you touched, from a hard granite countertop to the soft fur of a kitten, registered as the same stiff poke - there was no variance on how hard it poked you, you just knew you had touched something because you were poked. But I was fine with it, I couldn’t really afford much more than that.

And of course, my “mysterious savior” was Johnny Blade. Of course, that wasn’t his real name, but he had used that username to climb the e-sports ranks, so it was what everyone knew him as. Because of his gaming success, he had a ton of sponsorships from all the major e-sports advertising companies, and was on the cover of just about everything. He was a pretty big celebrity. Unfortunately, he was also a pretty big douchebag too. His hair color - which was reflected in all of his video game avatars - was an obnoxiously dyed shade of black that apparently made some sort of fashion statement. That, tied with his signature leather jacket, made him look like a mix between a 1950’s greaser and Biff Tannen from Back to the Future - with just about the same attitude. Lucky for me, he exited his game of Minecraft shortly after I left, and just so happened to exit to the same access point as me, conveniently on the track next to my capsule.

“Well, the least you could do is thank me. I saved your precious level 1 armor,” he sarcastically remarks. “We all know you must have spent a long time on acquiring it, so I didn’t want you to have wasted your life. Lord knows you don’t have much of life to waste.”
“Oh, rest assured, if I had half as many sponsors that you have kissing all over your disgusting feet, I could’ve just bought all the armor in the shop. And I guarantee I wouldn’t be half the snob you are about it, either.”
“Jealous, much? Maybe if you spent as much time practicing as you do whining, you might be able to make a name for yourself. Anyway, I don’t have time for this. Network interviews, photo shoots, you know how it is… Oh wait, no you don’t. Adios, peasant!”

Oh man, I want to slap him so bad. I don’t care if he has lawyers at his beck and call, someone needs to teach him a lesson. I walk back over to my capsule, ready to go back into the hub, when I spot Johnny’s capsule still on the track, unlocked and open. I hesitate for a moment before walking over to inspect it. As to be expected, his capsule was state-of-the-art. Stater-of-the-art than state-of-the-art, in fact, as his sponsors often gave him plenty of new equipment prototypes months before they hit the markets. Well, if someone needs to teach him a lesson, I think I just found my curriculum.

I size myself up - we have pretty similar builds, even though I’m about an inch shorter than him. I lay down in the body-shaped contours of the capsule. It’s a tad snug, but it’ll work. I sit up to press the launch button on the side of the track. I always thought that was kind of a design flaw - that you or someone else had to press the start button on the track outside the capsule before it would launch. I guess I never had that problem on my capsule, since the door closed pretty slowly on it anyway, giving me plenty of time to position myself correctly. Unfortunately, the capsule door shuts almost immediately once I press the button, shoving me into it in a weird, squatted position. My head didn’t even make it to the head portion of the machine.

This is bad. For one, I’m quickly feeling uncomfortable, as the cramped position I’m in is putting a ton of pressure on my arms and neck, so I don’t know how long I can stay stuck like this. Second, I can feel that the capsule has already launched down the track, meaning in a few seconds I will be connected to the hub. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but in my current position, I have no way to get to the controls to close the connection, return to the access point, and exit the capsule. Meaning I will most likely be stuck there a very long time, with no way to escape.

I manage to tilt my head upwards towards the head hole, and push upwards with my legs until I can kind of wiggle my way upwards. Thanks to the anatomy of the human body, and the human-body-conforming shape of the capsule, I can’t squeeze my head through the neck hole. I can barely look up through the hole and see the boot-up screen on the display. It’s fairly simple - a plain black screen with some green text in the top left corner, probably to show version info and all that. I also manage to see some kind of emergency-release latch in the neck area. Hoping that the latch will help enlarge the neck hole so I can slide my way up, I pull it. The capsule door flings open, and I’m quickly thrown out of the machine. I quickly realize what’s happening, and try to grab onto the door as I’m flying out. My hand just barely scrapes the edge of the door, but I ultimately miss and watch as the empty capsule continues rolling down the track out of view.

I take a moment to assess the gravity of the situation. Or rather, the lack of gravity, because I soon notice that I’m just floating, almost like I’m helplessly drifting through space. The track that the capsule was on simply fades away, and I’m left floating in a sea of black, with nothing around me. Until I notice up in the sky, off in the distance, floating green text. The boot-up screen? But, I’m not in the capsule. And even if I was, I shouldn’t be able to see this, I’d still be cramped in the bottom half with the display out of sight. Yet here I was, floating in a surreal sea of nothingness. I pondered this until a bright flash of light brought me back to my senses.

I’m now riding a motorcycle down this street in a suburban neighborhood. Behind me is a cop car with its lights on behind me. Oh great, they found out I stole Johnny’s capsule, and now they’re taking me in. I contemplate running, but I decide to play it cool, it could just be whatever game Johnny was playing last (besides Minecraft, I guess). It’s probably best to just wait it out and see what happens. I pull over to the side of the road, and the cop pulls up behind me. He exits the car and walks over to me.

“Johnny Blade?”
I stay silent. I don't want to say anything that might give me away.
“Your presence has been requested. Follow me.”

He gets back in his car and pulls ahead. I follow behind him for a bit, until we pull into a driveway in front of this red and white dojo, which seems somewhat out of place in a suburban town. The cop gets out and motions me towards the front door. I dismount my motorcycle and walk up the stairs of the porch, and slowly open the door.

The inside is a bit of a pig sty. The carpets are covered in cigarette burns and assorted stains, some of which look to be of questionable origin. I walk into a room to the right, where there’s a group of men wearing white suits and sunglasses. The leader of the group, who looks slightly like Mark Wahlberg with a beard, laughs and motions to his cohorts, who quickly point their weapons at me. “Well well well, Johnny Blade.” Why does everyone keep calling me that? “I haven’t seen or heard from you in years. Didn’t think you had the nerve to show your face around here.”

He stands up and walks slowly towards me. “Did you finally decide to hold up your end of the deal? Or did you already forget?”
Holy crap, what did Johnny get himself into? I have to keep up the charade, since everyone seems to think I’m the real Johnny Blade, just because I stole his VR capsule. But I have no clue what he’s talking about. I should probably play it safe, just say something non-threatening to disarm the situa-
“Well it was kind of hard to remember it in the first place, considering all the bull crap you were spewing last time I was here.”
Of course. Let me just piss of the first guy I meet here, with all his friends ready to blast holes in me with one innocent flick of a finger. I rest assured in the fact that I’m still in the VR capsule, so any “pain” will be nothing more than a few shocks or prods to my chest from the haptic feedback.
The guy laughs again, and motions to the guy next to him, who pulls his trigger, firing a paintball into my ear. Paint splatters all over the side of my face, and my ear starts ringing from the impact. I wince in pain - that actually did hurt quite a bit. “That was a warning shot. Kind of a warm up for my men. Rest assured the next bullet will be very much real.”

I reach up to wipe the paint off the side of my face, when a very scary thought crosses my mind. See, VR capsules, no matter how advanced, don’t have haptic feedback around the ears or face. This is both a safety measure (you don’t want people poking each others’ eyes out in VR) and a technical limitation of the equipment (there’s too much stuff like visual/audio/olfactory equipment and oxygen tubes in the way for there to be any haptic equipment there). Yet I definitely felt that paintball hit and splatter, I definitely feel the paint running down my face, and my ear is definitely ringing. There’s no way to simulate that. This has to be real.

But wait, what about Johnny Blade? They all called me Johnny Blade. I definitely don’t look like Johnny Blade; how could anyone make that mistake? Plus the whole boot-up screen. This couldn’t be real - I’m still in the machine. Aren’t I?... aren’t I? I am saved from answering this question, as I soon wake up.

08.01.2016

The Train-Like Restaurant & Fabricated Memories (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, I’m going inside a restaurant with a female relative, and the environment itself is akin to a Denny’s. The flooring consists of a bland, dark green carpet with some blotches in it, and the walls are dark brown, with no attempts at hiding the creases of the planks utilized to sustain the composition.

The lighting is surprisingly bright, and most of the area seems to be dark, and I noticed the light seems to conform to wherever our current proximity is. I’m not sure what I’m wearing, but I’m getting flashes that I’m probably wearing a sky blue dress shirt with some black dress pants, and brown shoes; maybe even a Khaki/vanilla colored dress shirt with similar colored dress pants as well.

So, as we’re going inside, there’s a Hispanic waitress that asks us how many people, and I recall putting my hands up for “two,” but noticed it was putting up for 3, but the waitress inferred that it was for two instead. I quickly put my right hand down, and tried to shrug off the awkward situation. The waitress is wearing a black shirt, pants, and an apron as well. She looks like she’s in her mid-40s, a bundled up hairstyle-like a ponytail that’s scattered about at the ends, and has some makeup that makes her visage a little bulkier, but not in terms of fat. There was something attractive about it, but I can’t fathom precisely why.

She has the menu on her left hand, and it’s a vanilla sheet of paper that’s protected by a laminate with some brown leather borders. She’s waving it left and right, and a few nuances of going forward and backward all while making sure it doesn’t touch her thighs. She was quite an elaborate way of walking with swaying her hips side to side, and I’m tempted to look at her rear because she’s moving like a pendulum.

She turns her head to the side, and I feel she noticed, and she quickly turned back to the front to continue guiding us where to go. Just when she thought she would find a table for us, I glanced over to my right of a Non-Smoking section stated for verbatim.

As she’s preparing to make a complete 180 to eventually ask us if this table will be alright, I asked her if we can go into the non-smoking section. Before I bother listening to her retort, I noticed the table we would’ve sat around had some random dream characters that were already preparing themselves to eat, which was really awkward for the waitress to suggest.

She eventually guides us through the non-smoking area, and this environment is starting to feel like some grandiose train with several layers going laterally for some reason due to the how every time we go through a door, it’s like going through the train’s door and mini-hallways before going to the next section. There was this old school vibe behind the train, but it was fairly maintained in appearance.

We eventually reach to the other end, and noticed that there’s some tables perpendicularly placed in front of us. They’re covered by white sheets, and the base and legs consist of a caramel brown color with a subtle nuance of yellow to it. There’s some people sitting to the right in front of us, and one that comes to mind is a certain co-worker of mine, but I’m not interested in going into detail on that.

So, we’re sitting down, and we finally prepare for what to eat. I remember there were other dream characters that were talking and asking people certain questions like their childhood, etc. I think I pitched in at some point, and started having flashes fabricated out of nowhere.

It’s like each flash was a pocket dimension for me to experience those moments that I never really experienced before. These little conduits were transient, but somehow gave me the implication that I had these experiences before, even though I explicitly can say with confidence that these were merely fabricated.

Some things that came to mind entailed me running around this tropical beach area where there are some fancy houses around; like some large backyard where there’s this gregarious hangout, and everyone has a spirited disposition. I see remnants of my visage as a child, and me moving around with joy, and then said entity twirling around to face towards me smiling, and then dissipating.

I go back into being aware of the current environment with the restaurant section, and things start fading out from there.

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08.01.2016

Eating Tacos with Shane West & Asian Lady (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m walk through more hallways that vibe off the vibe that I’m in some train, but still feel a bit too large for the notion. Things are darker than the previous dream, and the orange lighting is the dominate feature that bleeds into the brown-colored theme of the walls, furniture, and cabinets as well.

There’s this surreal vibe I’m picking off from the dream, and based on my emotions at the time, it seemed that I’m going through a resting period from some kind of conflict, or objective that was chaotic, I think.


Whatever the case, I move forward to an area that looks like a mini-bar, and it seems that it’s already at its closing period, and I noticed an Asian female is all by herself sitting down preparing to munch down on some late night food. She has this waitress outfit where the black dress on top of the white dress shirt she’s wearing is up to her upper thighs for eye candy. She’s really cute, and the puffy white shoulder compartments augments this appearance.

She seems to be pretty comfortable with me being around, even though she’s not paying too much attention to me. I noticed that Shane West is also preparing to sit next to her, and asked her while pointing at some Tacos,

“Are you going to eat that?”

She makes the “No” gesture, and he proceeds to sit down. I go forward, and go around the side and asked her if I can eat some as well. She moves around to sit next to the middle of me and Shane West, and she continues eating. I sit down, and I take that as a “yes,” and proceeded to take one of the tacos.

The Taco itself was an absolute guilt trip; ooey-gooey cheese that’s dripping on the sides very slowly. I can see the viscosity glaring at me along with the warm ground beef, and the vegetable toppings with lettuce, tomatoes, and such drenched on the top. I knew it was a dream, and it’s not like I’m cheating on a diet, or anything.

I take one long bite where I get my teeth into the taco, and moved my tongue around as if I was trying to caress it, and took a long series of chews to absorb the bulkiness of it all. I can feel the cheesy juices going into my throat, and I let out those “Hmm..Hmm..” sounds. I told her that this is really good, and started to munch them down one by one. I felt a slight disturbance in my stomach, but I didn’t care.

The tacos were awesome, but I found the pairing with Shane West, the Asian lady, and me was odd.

I took 50 mg of Melatonin last night (again) and I just had the most amazing dream ever and it wasn't a sex dream this time.
I was in school again, this time in computer class and we had this sub teacher who was really mean, stuck up etc. I get myself in trouble by being a smart ass - she said something to some other student and I whispered under my breath telling her to suck my dick. She comes over and sticks her head as close to mine and yells, WHAT DID YOU SAY? I stood up and told her I didn't say Sh*t, and she gets close to me and repeats herself and I said, Lady back off me and she gets closer and I say it again and she gets closer still so I push her away from me and she comes at me and pushes me up against the wall with her hands in fists grabbing my shirt. I punched her in the face and she went down, she told me to go to the office and that she was going to call the police. I went to the door and turned back and the whole class stood up and started cheering for me and clapping and about half the class left with me to support me and say she put her hands on me first/I was defending myself. This time in my dream it was my actual high school. For some reason the office was in the library so I sat down with most of my friends and we went in one by one to tell the story, at this point I forced myself to wake up because I wanted to write this down so I guess that really means I am aware I am dreaming. I wrote it down and then copied it over to 3 of my online diaries and this site here.

I don't know why, I'm lucid since first moment. I did a WBTB (without the back to bed part, I woke up and stayed awake in my bed) and attempted an SSILD. I'm lucid since the first time.

I'm at the same square as in the last DJ entry, except that this time there is grass on the floor, with beautiful paths made of cobblestone. Kids are playing, some of them are running, some of them just playing with some toy cars on the grass. There are some benches around this park-square, kids' parents are sitting on those. As in nearly all of my dreams, it is dawn time. Really beautiful sunrays are irradiated from the sky. I decide to go for a walk
- Whoa, this is really vivid and beautiful, the grass, the paths...
I decide to levitate a bit, instead of walking I go levitating to another "patch" of grass, like those fairies in the films. I crouch on this grass and try to stabilize, I rub my palms and then I start touching the grass, which really wasn't grass, but really small round leafs of some herb, the touch is kinda "cold" like some dew
, I also smell it, smells like grass (what a coincidence!). I think:
- With this I should feel more my dream body and not my waking one.
Wait, my waking one, I shouldn't have said that. My dream starts to fade away. I'm in the void now.
- Quick, I got to think about something before I leave the dream.
I start feeling my body.
- This is it
I wake up.

Well, at least the dream was longer than the other ones and I could stabilize, at least for a while.

I had a short lucid this morning after accidentally falling asleep after my alarm. Still, it was long enough to knock out 2 more TOTMs.

After the WILD transition, I am in a Village Inn restaurant (conveniently, where I ate last night). I make sure to RC and stabilize, because the whole dream is kind of fading in and out. For some reason I feel like flipping the table I was seated at, as some sort of RC or something. I honestly don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I was just trying to get some sort of reaction out of my DCs.

I recall the TOTMs that I haven't done yet, and remember the drinking/getting high one. I walk back to the kitchen and open the door to this refrigerator, to find one convenient beer sitting on the bottom shelf. I twist off the top, and as I take my first sip, I immediately lose my balance and fall over. Man, I'm such a lightweight.

I try to get up but keep falling over, until I somehow fall face-first into this small hole in the concrete. It's not very deep, so my body's still like half-way out of it. I take a moment to restabilize, since the dream is still pretty shaky. While I'm at it, I decide to try my hand at getting high. I imagine a blunt between my fingers, and inhale deeply. It takes a couple tries, but I eventually am able to make a huge puff of smoke when I exhale. I start to feel a bit lightheaded, but the dream is pretty stable now, so I crawl out of the hole.

I find myself in a ditch beside one of the sidewalks at my college. There's some kind of electric wheelchair race going on down the sidewalk. But everything seems to be going in slow motion, most likely because I'm high. My vision is really distorted too, almost like tunnel vision. I look down at my hands, and they seem really inflated, kinda like rubber gloves when you blow them up. It all seems, well, like a dream, which makes a lot of sense.* I shake off the high and everything returns to normal.

I think of the next TOTM, which to change gravity for a DC. I watch the people on electric wheelchairs race past me, so I decide to try it on them. I focus on one of them, and try to make him lift off towards the sky. On my second try, I finally succeed, and he and his wheelchair start flying upwards. I stop exerting my energy, and he falls back to the ground. He doesn't really react much, he just quickly gets back on his wheelchair and rejoins the race, like a very determined computer-controlled character in a racing game.

I remember the last task is to enter the void, but I don't really feel prepared for that, with the lack of stability my dream has already had up to this point. Instead, I go flying off towards the finish line of the race, and see several of my friends walking towards this huge baseball stadium. They're carrying a ladder over to the stadium so they can take some of the decorative tiles off the outside of the building. I have no clue what they need them for, but just to show them how it's done, I fly up to the tiles and pull off a few for myself. I notice the dream starting to destabilize, but since I don't really have anything else planned for the lucid (and it was an accident that I fell asleep anyway), I just let it destabilize and wake up.

*In the words of Dan from Game Grumps, "Every time you talk about the effects of marijuana, it drives home 50 times over how you've never smoked weed once in your life..."

Low lucidity dream.

I'm on my bed, in the dark, feeling heavy and relaxed. I start to get a rocking sensation, left to right, and I push my dream body out. I fall off the bed and use it to get back up and find the window. I get out and walk a little alog the wall into my vision come in and I can the the front garden, sunny and quiet. There is no sound but the wind, but I still feel uterly at ease, relaxed and almost floaty. I exent my hand out of my field of vision and catch the hand of Eli, pulling him to me. He's wearing a faded white sleveless Tshirt that show all the freckles on his shoulders and arms, a dark jeans and leather boots. I snuggle against him and he smiles before asking me "What about your silvery man?" and of course my answer is "You first." I start to run out the garden, pulling him with me.
I lost lucidity pretty much right after that, but according to Eli we didn't leave the road in front of my house and the dream didn't go one a lot.

Hey hey long time no see. I have been out of practice with my LDing for sometime but I got a very very low level one recently so figured I'd type some details.

The dream was cool, I was running through quite a maze from docks by an ocean. they went for twist and turns all over the place. must have gone for miles. At some point i was laying down on a dock and there was this orca anthropomorphic person laying there looking at me. Then I realized I was in a dream, and the orca person began trying to eat me alive, and I tried to help it accomplish that goal, but I couldn't fit. So we just started doing other stuff. I was lucid, but barely. Kept on the edge of losing it. Thats really about all I can remember.

I think, dont know for sure, that I had one other low level one before this and forgot to record it. Until I remember for sure though I'm not going to count the other one.

So it’s been a long time since I’ve typed up any of my dreams on here. And it’s 2016 now, which I guess means it’s resolution time as well. So in addition to striving for 100 lucids this year (which I managed to accomplish last year ), I’m also going to strive to type out every single one of my 100 lucids. And since I had two good ones last night, there’s no better time to start than right now.

I’m in an episode of the Office, where I’ve just been hired by Dunder-Mifflin. There’s a conflict over where my new desk should go, since it’s currently stashed away in the corner with the rest of the storage supplies. While everyone else is arguing, I walk over and search the storage area and find a neat flute/ocarina thing. It’s even kinda Legend of Zelda themed, with the sound holes on it shaped like the Triforce. However, instead of being rounded in shape, it’s more straight, like a very wide recorder or flute. I’m told it’s a beat-box ocarina, specifically made so you can beatbox while playing it. I try it out, and the song I make sounds pretty cool, but because of the weird shape of the mouth piece, I pretty much flood it with spit.

I wake up here, much before my actual WBTB alarm is set to go off. I go back to sleep, but I don’t recall any dreams before my alarm goes off. I get up for a bit, and then try to go back to sleep, which, much to my dismay, takes quite some time.

Fortunately, the WBTB works and I transition straight into a dream. I’m standing in the backyard of my old childhood house. I stabilize, and am suddenly amazed at how vivid everything is. I try to think of what to do, and for some reason I decide to just try to fly up as quickly as I can. I squat down a bit, and then launch myself up at a pretty impressive speed… straight into a cloud. I can’t see anything above or below me, it’s just a huge fog, so the dream quickly destabilizes.

I’m not sure if I really woke up or just had a FA, but I transitioned into a new non-lucid dream. I’m now in this weird game about alien abduction. I have to keep these cats in the bottom of this Egyptian pyramid from being abducted by these small UFOs that were coming to take them (if you’ve ever played the UFO mission in Majora’s Mask, it’s kinda like that). It’s difficult, but on my third try I manage to pull it off. I then spend some time playing with the remaining cats in this strange little area in the basement.

I wake up again, write down this dream, and then transition back into another dream. I’m now in my old childhood bedroom, which is now set up like my current dorm room. My two roommates and I are all in bed, and one of my roommate’s friends is lying in a sleeping bag on the floor. The roommate and the friend have some kind of argument and the friend storms out. I realize this is weird, but I’m still only kind of half-lucid. I go to get out of bed, only to feel some weird crawling on my arms and back. I turn the light on to find these creepy bugs all over my bed. They’re each about the size of a penny, and they’re shaped kinda like stinkbugs, but with all different colors. I try swatting them off of me, but they keep flying back on me, trying to burrow into my pants. I run over to the computer and do a quick search to find out how to get rid of them. I’m too preoccupied to type, so I just voice search it.

“Hey Siri, search for ‘small, colored bugs that swarm your bed and itch like crazy!’”
Soon after I get a response. “The African Dung Beetle. Prefers dark places, like your buttcrack.”

I soon remember that this is just a dream, so I quickly stabilize, which makes the bugs disappear, or at least not itch anymore. I try to think of a better thing to do than flying like last time, so I decide on some TOTMs. I start with the easiest - find a book and read its title. I walk over to the bookshelf, where all my toys were stored as a kid. I finally find a book and pull it out. It’s a fairly big book, about 300 pages, and on the cover in purple text is the title:

Ensuring Your Wedding Cake is Adequately Sized and Appropriately Proportioned for Maximum Portability
(Because He's Going to be Taking It Home With Him)

I find this incredibly hilarious, so I lose control of the dream, and it transitions to a new scene. I’m now on this weird island, heading to go crash some kind of wedding. I remember that I’m dreaming, so I try to think of the next task to complete. I decide to summon Sensei, both to fulfill the TOTM and to get some help with dream control. I tell myself he’s somewhere at this wedding reception. My vision zeroes in on this one tall, stocky blonde guy (which I know for a fact isn’t what Sensei looks like IRL, but whatever), so I walk over to him.

“Hey Sensei.”
He laughs. “No one’s called me that out loud in a long time.”
“So I still need help with firebending. I just can’t get it down consistently.”
“Well, show me how you’ve done it.”

I do my normal motion, which is kind of a forward thrust of my wrist, like Spiderman launching a web. Much like usual, nothing happens, even after two or three tries. “Ah, I think I see your problem. It's not so much a thrusting motion as it is a throwing one… Have you ever tried throwing playing cards?”

He hands me a deck of cards, and sets up a few bottles on a table near us. He then shouts “Go!”, and starts throwing the cards like ninja stars at the bottles. Not to be left behind, I start throwing them as well. After a few throws, I get the hang of it and quickly pick up speed. I exhaust the deck and slam the empty box on the table. Sensei smiles and tosses his last few cards at me. “Now try it.”

I back up a few steps and try the card-throwing motion, and manage to successfully create a large fireball. “Better,” he says. He then snaps his fingers, and the cards that are scattered all over the table and the floor start floating and go back into their boxes, kinda like the dishes in that one scene of The Sorcerer's Apprentice.

“Man, how do you get that good at dream control?”
“Lots of practice.”

I reach over and take a slice of cake from the table next to me, and I'm about to stick it in my mouth, but I wake up.

I woke up from a dream and noticed I had a steak knife in my hand. I figured that's what incubated my previous dream about an infomercial for a steak knife sharpener. I remembered my intention to do an RC when I wake up. I did a nose plug and could breathe. I looked around and saw that my room was in a different layout. I got up and jumped into a void. From the blackness, I tried to imagine the ocean in order to create one. Instead, I ended up in another room. I tried again and got the same result. I called for a book and reached out to the side to be handed one. It was a somewhat hefty hardback book which had the title "If you're trying to figure out the science of what you're trying to do, slow down. I noticed I had lost my balance and was spinning all over the place. Undeterred, I tried to read the book but it was all too blurry and confusing. I woke up.

An elderly woman is forcing me and some other people to stand on a lake known to be dangerous. She appeared to despise anyone who attempted to ask her for help. She seem to be able to signal the dangerous monster beneath the lake with hand gestures. However instead of the monster below attacking us it quickly drag her from the wooden chair she was sitting in to the bottom of the lake. My mother who is also here, ask me if I wanted anything from her. I said no as it would be no use. We could all hear her screams from the ocean depths. I didn't get to see what the creature look like nor did I understood why everything can float without sinking in this lake. The dream transition to a different scene. I find myself in father room. As I get up and walk in to the livng room, I realize I am dreaming. I see the living room bathroom door is open with no one inside. My eyes look up upstairs to see the light on and the sound of someone closing a door. I went in to father room again and continue to think about Lding.