lucid

I have a short ld in between other dreams, so remember only parts of it. Once again I remember the totm and go find a mirror, this time look at the mirror but instead of myself see the reflection of the DC next to me (looking from an angle). I. Keep staring at the mirror for as long as possible and this time the face of the DC starts changing, it shifts from one DC to another DC, female to male features and vice versa. It goes on for a while, a very cool thing to watch.

23.06.2015

Zooming the mirror (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a very long and most of it, personal, but there was a lucid part of the dream and I remembered to do the advanced task since it was undone, so I am sharing this part:


After coming out from the house since I needed to go to the big event I wondered if I was ready and all set. As I was gliding I saw a lot of lights and circus-alike tents. The entrance was like an old creepy campsite welcome sign. There were some pot-a-potties nearbie and I did not recognize the place so I turned lucid.

I looked up into the sky, and as usual, it was full of stars, I wanted to take a flight but I remembered I had my advanced task undone. So I got into the pot-a-potty and on the inside it was huge and like a normal bathroom.

I looked myself into the mirror and at first nothing happened, but then, the top of my head started to inflate like a balloon. I wondered if I could change myself entirely if I looked away from the mirror and started at it again, so I did. I saw no changes, other than being deformed and/or having a lot more facial hair.

I wanted to see if I could be absorved by the mirror somehow if I started at it, which I did for quite some time. Nothing happened other than a "zoom" effect on my reflection.

A little after I left the bathroom satisfied with the task completed.

Lost lucidity shortly after and/or woke up/dont recall.

(I don't remember well the lucid dream because after waking up after the lucid dream, I though that if I get back to sleep I can get back to the lucid dream but no didn't work):
I was sleeping on the floor under a plant pot and I got scare because there was a spider in the pot, so I wake up quickly and take my pillow. Infront of me there was a scale where there was a lot of object, on both sides there was my bed but which were chairs.
...........CutOff of the Dream..........
I was wearing my tank-top and walking in a parking, then I went sleeping next a group of people. I lay down and put my cap on my face. When I woke up, I saw that the group have put make up on my face and were filming with their phone. I took their phone and broke it, some of them were running from me, but I catch them and took their phone. There was 2 phones in my hand. Now they start running after me to get back their phones. We were in the neighbourhood and I started climbing up on the roof of the house, they follow me, I jump on another roof of a house so they do also. At that moment I realize I was dreaming. So I fly up in the sky and watch them down on the roof of the house. I make circle around the house and all the house which was next it disappear.
..........CutOff of the Dream...........
I was in my bedroom, my door was close. I was infront my door, I was trying to fly: I jump but doesn't work, I put my 2 hand like superman but doesn't fly. I said maybe I need high, so I climb on my bed and jump but didn't work. So I said maybe if I jump backward without seeing the floor, it will work. So I jump backward and keep falling like skydiving(I could hear the wind blowing while I was falling) and I could see my bed getting far away up.
..........CutOff of the Dream...........
I was still in my bedroom, I decided to get out by passing through the window. I jump on the roof of the cabin(there is a cabin in my garden). The roof of the cabin was made of metal and when I walk on it we could hear the noise of the metal. Then I got on the wall, I try to fly by jumping but didn't work, I said to myself: ''how the fu..k I'm conscious about dreaming but can't even fly'', then I said ''I need some high, I must go on the roof of my house''. I get back in my room by the window. My door was still close I decided to pass through the door and it work. I was now in a corridor, there was sofa on both side. I sit down on a sofa, and in front of me, there was a man with a helmed on, siting on the sofa. I started to scream and talk sh..t and then I said to myself: ''if the man is an intelligent character, he must said WTF am I talking about''. But I said '' Fu..k it, it's my dream, I do whatever I want''

I've been sick, so I slept all day with lucid goals on my mind. The funny thing is, that delirious me thought one of the tasks was fireworks, but I still managed to do the mirror one.

Anyway, I vaguely recall a conversation with a DC where I suddenly became aware I was dreaming. But I don't remember if it was something she said or if it was just a feeling. Anyway, I was in a hallway at the time, and at the end of the hall were 2 mirrors. I stared at my reflection, and like many times, it looked like a younger, slimmer, longer-haired version of myself. I was wearing a really baggy t-shirt like I used to in college, and my long hair all one length and combed down with a power-part like the granola girl that I was lol. Satisfied, I thought about going through the mirror, then thought "nah I always do that." So I tried something different: I noticed the DC was coming after me in a kind of playful "I'm gonna get ya!" fashion. So I squealed and jumped through the ceiling, successfully phasing through it.

I was in a residential neighborhood, with a few large houses and no trees or grass or landscaping of any kind, and really hot dry and sunny. I dream this scenery alot, and it reminds me of the neighborhood where I grew up. We moved into our house before the rest of the neighborhood was really all that developed, so there were few houses and all the yards were just dirt. I guess it's a fairly easy, simple environment to create in dreams.

Anyway, I jumped down off the roof, using some kind of large pipe to slow the descent. I still have height issues, even in LDs, so I've found ways to work around them. I got to the curb and for some reason believed that creating a firework was one of the TOTMs. I know it was for past July tasks, so with July 4th around the corner I guess that's why it just popped in there. So I was standing on the curb, and pointed to the street, fully expecting a firework to appear without a smidgen of doubt. One appeared, the size of a large button. I willed it to light itself, then watched as it shot into the air. It was pretty sunny, and at first all I could see was a bunch of smokey dots, kind of like what you see in the sky after a firework burns itself out. Then there was a flash, and the firework became a large arc of rainbow, surrounded by fluffy clouds and another rainbow that encircled the first one. I applauded lol. Then since the dream was still going, I went on to do tawdry things..

Ritual: Slept from about 1:45 to 6:15am, woke to record a vivid NLD, decided to turn it into a WBTB and try to get lucid. I wanted to use some light supplements but nothing powerful, only alpha-gpc and bacopa... but after wondering why one of the bacopa capsules I'd just swallowed was white, I realized, oh shit, when traveling recently I had put some galantamine in the same bottle! I had no interest in taking galantamine this morning but now it seemed there was nothing to be done. Then I had an idea: since piracetam counters the more unpleasant effects of galantamine, and since it now frequently acts for me as a lucid trigger on its own, what might happen if I took the two at the same time? It had never occurred to me to try this before.

Writing this up after the experiment, I feel like an alchemist who has just stumbled across the philosopher's stone. Wow. After going back to bed 7am I did some prep before falling asleep and then found myself dreaming lucidly for over an hour, waking at 8:30am, probably my longest stint to date. Then I wrote up everything I could remember, lay back in bed to remember and write down some more, went back to sleep, and found myself in another semilucid that presented itself as building on events from the previous dream (though I'm not convinced it actually was). At 10:30am I woke again, feeling thoroughly surfeited and satisfied with so much dreaming.

DILD, "Three Houses": The dream lasted so long that there was even a point midway through it where I thought to myself, "With everything I've already experienced, how am I ever going to remember all this? There's just no way, especially if I keep going. Should I just wake up?" But the answer came readily, "No way! I want to keep experiencing it, even if I can't remember everything later." There were a number of shifts and transitions that might normally have destabilized the dream and woken me, but I felt confident in my ability to navigate them safely.

Although I don't clearly remember the beginning of the dream, I'm sure it was a DILD because I recall having one of those thought sequences like, "Hey... I think I might be drea—yes, of course I'm dreaming. Duh. I knew that." Experiences like these confirm for me that lucidity goes beyond mere dream awareness (which in itself can be non-lucid, as I've experienced many times) to encompass that awareness of dream awareness, a kind of meta-awareness, that enables agency. Once I had agency, it was on to my tasks. I had two main tasks planned, working on the "intellego" technique from Ars Magica and trying this month's bonus TOTM. I prioritized the latter because it is time sensitive.

Random house: Although I was upstairs in a house when I got lucid, I decided that to do the task properly I should start with a fresh one. I went out to the balcony, which looked out over some tall pines bordering the backyard, and easily levitated into the air. I was floating over a residential neighborhood with numerous houses to choose from, so I tried to let instinct guide me. Although the outside of the house I picked didn't inspire any sense of connection—it was an ordinary two-story suburban home in blue-grey clapboard—I figured I should look inside.

My first distinct impression was how heavy the front door was, one of those old ones made of solid wood. I had to manually lock it behind me and the bolt was hard to turn, though even at the time this struck me as mere DR, since the sensation of forcing the bolt was identical to what I have to do currently with my patio gate in WL. After entering, I found myself in a short plain white hallway, and started wandering through and trying various doors.

Although my intention had been to find house that represented me, and I even muttered something to this effect aloud a few times as I wandered through this one, I still didn't feel any connection with this place. All the rooms on the ground floor were vacant and a bit dirty, as though someone had moved out in a hurry. I wondered if I was seeing an empty house because I've never actually owned a house of my own in WL, having always rented, so I never had experienced a house that truly did represent me. I opened one door and it led into an enclosed porch or sunroom, also empty. I went back inside and found an interior room with no windows. I thought that if I did live here, this would be a great place to build bookshelves, something I've always wanted to do if I had a house of my own. This house, however, didn't look like a place would ever really want to live, much less a place could represent me in any meaningful way.

I was annoyed with how empty and uninteresting the ground floor was, so as I went upstairs I reinforced my intention for the house to represent me. At the top of the stairs were two rooms, and these were cluttered with scattered boxes of junk. Might this represent a cluttered state of mind? I looked around at the seemingly random stuff, but once again I felt no connection with it. There were big boxes crammed with vinyl record albums... but I've never owned any vinyl, having grown up in the era of cassettes and then CDs. There was a smaller box containing smaller records, and I tried to remember what that format was called. "Eight-tracks" was what I came up with—clearly I didn't have full access to WL memory, because I'm well aware that eight tracks are those big chunky early cassettes, and only after waking did I remember that the miniature records are properly called "singles." I've never owned any of those either. When I saw that another box on the floor contained an open bag of what appeared to be maxipads, I started to get annoyed. This is just random junk! Sure, I'm a woman, I occasionally use maxipads, but I really don't think they have any special meaning for me... apparently the dream is not cooperating with my intention. That part, at least, is nothing new. My dreamstate has never been entirely cooperative.

I went back downstairs and out through a garage. It was mostly empty, but there was a chest of drawers there, where I began to try out my second task. "Intellego," I said, touching the wood (I wasn't sure if the Form should be "Corpus," so I left it blank.) All I could read from the chest of drawers was a vague impression of the craftsman's hands, and a feeling that it might have been made in India. That made sense, I figured... how much information could I expect out of furniture, anyway?

I went outside and looked up into the sky. It was full of fluffy, almost cartoonish clouds. "Intellego auram!" I shouted. I got no response, even when I repeated the command several times and focused specifically on the wind. Well, what did I expect to learn from the sky? The current strength and pattern of wind currents? What possible meaning could that have for me? I suppose it was a failure of imagination, but "intellego auram" produced no impressions at all.

Aspirational house: I wasn't happy with my first house attempt, but figured I should try again. I tried to find a house that looked more like something I would actually want to live in. Stone walls, of course, something old and solid and dignified. I "located" such a house but it felt a bit fake, like I was forcing the issue, maybe even creating an overlay of what I wanted to see over what was actually there. I tried to remind myself this is dream, nothing is "actually" there, and went through the front door.

This front door was also pleasingly solid and heavy, and it latched shut on its own, a big improvement over the last one. I found myself in a little coatroom or antechamber, and from there passed through another door into a spacious kitchen. As I walked in I was still determined for this to be the house I was hoping for, so at first I felt like my impressions were driven more by imagination than dream. But after a moment dream took over, and my vague wishes solidified into a magnificent kitchen. It was long and narrow, and over to my right I had the impression of a stove range where a woman was cooking. To my left was the food storage area, consisting of a large refrigerator, floor-to-ceiling stainless steel doors that turned out to be the cupboards for dry goods, and the glass doors of a built-in freezer that also occupied a whole section of the wall. Although I had created the basic structures through my own deliberate imagining, as I now opened the doors and peeked at the contents, I was satisfied that dream had followed through and spontaneously filled in the details. When I opened the door of the refrigerator, there was even a beautifully frosted white cake, and although I thought I heard the woman across the room warning me not to touch it, I couldn't resist lifting up a corner of the plastic cover and using my finger to swipe a bit of the frosting. The vivid taste made me glad of my mischief... just like real buttercream!

I don't remember the other rooms of this house as clearly as the kitchen, though in contrast the last house it was furnished and even peopled. Upstairs I ran into a guy with a beard and mustache and decided to work on my ongoing attempt to summon game characters. I wondered if it would work better if I started with a character I had less interest in, so that I'd be less concerned about "getting it right." Last night in DA:I I had some conversation scenes with Blackwall in which I basically friendzoned him, so I tried to transform this DC into him by visualizing the scene I remembered. The voice was easier than the face; it wasn't a complete success but not a complete failure either. Unexpectedly I ended up kissing the DC (which was not in the original scene), and it was at this point that he seemed most like the game character, though I didn't take our interactions any further.

In further exploring the upstairs of this house, I opened a closet door and found myself in—I'm not sure what to call it, maybe "the labyrinth," a kind of claustrophobic dream space that perpetually replicates itself. In the past I've experienced it when I've portaled and accidentally found myself trapped in a seemingly endless series of tiny doorless rooms. This time it wasn't even rooms, just a texture like pebbly pastel-colored styrofoam that was pressing in on all sides. Wherever I pushed through in any direction, I found myself in another identical space. I even "airlifted," a technique of rising vertically that usually extricates me from unpleasant or threatening situations, but was still stuck in the labyrinth. In the past, the only way I've gotten out was to wake up, but this time I was determined to keep cool and persevere. Sure enough, eventually the sense of claustrophobia receded and I found myself in a new scene. Maybe the labyrinth is no more than a virtual rendering of unconstructed dream space.

I was now outdoors on a street far too narrow for cars, and cobbled. It was pleasingly archaic, and I wondered if I could work on the DA:I theme some more. The only distraction was the brightly colored balloons that were attached everywhere for some reason... a festival? At the end of the street I climbed a steep staircase to the second floor of an unpainted wooden building, and on an inspiration, I thought, "When I turn the corner, I want to see my dream lover." (I've been thinking it over in WL, and decided that I might prefer this over a mere "guide." But my DCs have been so inconsistent that to date I've identified neither.)

I turned the corner and... sitting in a rocking chair was a drab, ugly old woman. (I already mentioned how perverse my subconscious can be.) I didn't want to be rude, so I approached her with questions. At my wondering why she appeared in this form, she answered, "We take different appearances." I had the feeling that the "we" included both of us. Although I was not attracted to her in this form, I thought there was something familiar in her eyes, so I kissed her anyway. Around this time another DA:I character, Sera, came climbing up a rope onto the balcony of the room, and I thought perhaps the dream was suggesting that we take a stand for lesbian love. I was up for this, so I yelled at the young man pursuing Sera up the rope that he had better climb down as quickly as he could, if he hoped to stand a chance of surviving when I cut it. I pulled out my knife and let the taut rope brush against the sharp blade, severing some of the strands to show my threat was serious. The man started climbing down again, but the rope was not as durable as I thought, and my knife hadn't cut through more than a third of its width before the rest of it broke and unraveled, dropping him to the street. I peered down anxiously but was relieved to see him stand up again, apparently unharmed. "Sorry!" I shouted, and genuinely meant it.

Things only got weirder from here, and at the point where the jockey told me, "They should tape our warm hands to the wheel," and I was going over this line trying to make sure I would remember it, I started to wonder if I should wake myself up. Hell no, I decided. So there were more things I don't remember clearly, and I'm not sure how I found myself in my old house.

Old house: I was in the house where I lived from the age of ten until I left for college. This was so far into the dream that I can't be sure if it was another attempt at the TOTM that brought me here, but once I found myself in the house, it definitely felt relevant to the task... of all the places I've lived in my life, this was the one I felt the most connection to, and it lives very intact in my memory. I floated through it like a disembodied spirit, mostly impressed by the accuracy of what I saw. But there was something drab and empty about it, too, perhaps because I was aware that everything I was saw no longer existed: the house was sold shortly after I finished college, so although it still stands, it is no longer the home I remember.

I started in my bedroom, floated through the upstairs playroom I shared with my brother, drifted down the stairs, and then made a circuit through the dining room, into the parlor, through the closet that connected the parlor to my parents' bedroom, and through the adjoining bathroom. Everything looked ordinary and intact until this point, when I saw the first oddity: a white enamel woodburning stove, a kitchen model, was in the bathtub for some reason. I continued floating into the kitchen, where we did have such a woodstove—original to the house—though the real one was black cast iron and much too large to fit in any tub. I concluded my tour in the living room, having made a complete circuit of everything but my brother's room, the pantry, and the workroom.

There was something festive about the decoration of the living room, perhaps because of the many wonderful Christmases we had enjoyed there, and another oddity: a giant pair of elk horns, which when I looked closer appeared to be attached to an actual elk, although it was standing as still as a statue. I assumed the elk horns were DR, since I had recently been impressed by pictures of the giant Irish elk, an extinct species (neither specifically Irish nor actually an elk, to be pedantic) that sported massive antlers. It reminded me of the elk that Thranduil rode, and my earlier successes inspired me to attempt another thematic summoning. I clambered on the back of the giant elk and rode it outside (conveniently ignoring the fact that there is no way its antlers would have fit through the the ordinary-sized door that led outside from the living room.)



Outside it was winter, everything covered in snow, and I found myself in a hilly landscape with no connection to my old yard. I focused on finding Thranduil and saw him up ahead on his own elk, actively battling a pack of large winter wolves. He was alone and I feared that if I did not intervene I would lose the chance to talk to him, so I charged ahead using fire magic to clear the pack. When the battle was done and we stood alone again, surrounded by the fallen wolves, he gave me an imperious look and said coldly, "No Lothian tickets will be given to see me." Although I wasn't sure what he meant by "Lothian" (or why I feel like it should be capitalized), I had the impression that he was telling me that he was not someone to be summoned at whim by a mere dreamer. So I changed tactics, presenting myself as his sister. According to the lore I don't even think he has a sister, but it worked.

"So, our father in the middle of a storm brought anzu fruits for our hunters," I informed him, pointing to a cache of green and orange spheres buried under a patch of ice. Thranduil accepted my new identity and greeted me with a prim brotherly kiss, to which I responded with somewhat more than sisterly affection, though I tried not to go full Lannister on him. It was here that I awoke at last, delighted to have finally made some progress in the character summonings that, to date, I have found the most difficult type of tasks.

Journal entry: 6:30 am
Mantra: I will remember my Lucid dream tonight.

I was stood on my balcony the sun had gone down so all I could see was lit up by the street lights. I heard some talking so I lent over to see what was below, there she was but how? I was sure I saw her before somewhere else so it occurred to me "am I dreaming?", my head lowered to look at my hands they where long and boney with a couple of extra fingers...

My vision had turned completely black, but I was still repeating to myself "I am dreaming" so I tried to open my eyes hoping that I wasn't in my bed. The train station was a pleasant sight, people where all around me so I walked up to a gentlemen sat on a bench and placed my hand on his back then walked around to see his face I took a seat and asked "how can I keep coming here every night?" His reply was sudden and blunt "it requires inner focus". This was the first time I've ever spoken to a dream character while lucid.

Before the dream escaped me I wanted to fly so I walked over to the other platform bent my knees and jumped into the air but instead of falling back down I kept on going up. I flew over several buildings and even saw someone else up in the air but he had less control. I landed and was about to walk around a corner...

Morning of June 22, 2015. Monday.





I am sitting on the floor in our present home on W Street while my wife is sleeping (though I think she is awake in reality). The living room is more open and seemingly larger. I have a compartmentalized plastic box with either ten or twelve wells which are probably of about one and a half to two inches square. For some reason, I have two types of pills (yellow and blue) arranged in no particular order in the box - that are about the size of the larger oblong vitamin tablets I have seen. I get the impression that one pill type is related to lucidity or doing something to the waking self to enter the dream state more effortlessly. I am not yet lucid at this point. The other pill type is possibly for a similar purpose, though I get the strong impression that it may not be a good idea to take either type. (I have never taken any kind of pill or “aid” to supposedly enhance dreams or aid in sleep - including the time I was woken up in the hospital in the 70s and was asked if I wanted sleeping pills…and yes, that really happened). I am not even sure if the pills belong to me - my older brother Dennis may have left them here (even though he lives in America and has never been to Australia). I place one yellow tablet in my mouth for a short time and bite on it a bit and then decide that I do not feel like taking one after all, though my tongue and the roof of my mouth are slightly powdery, the pill only partly crumbled but not fully broken into smaller pieces.

I get up to go to “sleep” (still in my dream) and I realize that I need to drink some water. When I take a sip from the glass, the water somehow causes the residual powder in my mouth to sizzle and send me into an extraordinary state of perception and in-dream clarity. As I decide to get up again, the palm of my hand flashes very brightly as if with an inner glow just under the skin and I reason that the pill was responsible for this chemical change in my body. This concerns me somewhat regarding my physical well-being, making me even more wary about having any pills around.



As I am then near the foot of the bed, I realize I am in a very vivid lucid dream, yet at the same time, am atypically puzzled about my real-self’s perspective. What happens to my real-self when my dream-self becomes fully conscious? I need to find out, so I zap back and wake up, which of course, was a bit pointless.

When I go into another dream later, it is lucid, but meandering - and I do not attempt to alter anything. I am just walking around in a shopping mall where there are lots of other (unknown) people of various clearer features (a typical scenario for this level of lucidity). Two females, one of whom looks like a thirtyish Jamie Lee Curtis, confidently save some people from being shot by another female with a machine gun. However, prior to that, the would-be shooter seems to keep changing her mind on whether or not to shoot a certain person in extremely brief cycles of mood and anticipation. The main rescued female says something about not saying anything about her rescue to the authorities - with the assumption that one of the rescuers is a vigilante also wanted by the authorities, but the one who looks like Jamie cheerfully asks her why not as they are walking off, implying that she should report her experience - even in describing her rescuers to the police.

Another senseless scene follows where I am with a group of about five or six unknown males and am “playfully” pointing an unloaded AK-47 at random people coming into the mall. No one notices or cares. The conversation in the group seems very important though I am not directly involved. I hear one male talking about being put on hold for ten minutes while ordering pizza in Indonesia. One male seems to become bored and starts doing an odd routine to see if anyone notices. He keeps lifting his legs behind him and over time, is actually almost diagonal (facing downwards and holding himself up with his hands) with his feet propped up on what looks somewhat like an old-fashioned post office desk. No one notices his antics. Eventually, he is in a squatting position on the top of the desk and still no one regards his location - which seems to amuse him. To his right (my left) is another male on the desktop that was not part of the group, who is also grinning.

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The dream began rather incoherently. I recall being in my taekwondo studio working with another student on self defense. We got really involved in it, while at the same time, only having half an idea what we were really doing. This led us to being distracted and not realizing that the class had actually been dismissed.

When we did catch on the master just smiled and and dismissed us as well.

...

I remember repeatedly seeing one of my cats do something very odd. About once a day, He would meow three times then for a few seconds project some kind of rotating solar map showing the orbit of the planets. I managed to catch on to the whole meowing three times thing and managed to take a short video on my phone at one point. I was worried that the phone's camera would not capture the hologram, but it did.

I also recall at this point in the dream I was not living in my own house, but rather one of those stepped houses built into the side of mountains, like they have in Peru.

...

I was back in my Taekwondo studio, but not for class or anything. There were other people there, but they were not doing class either. I recall, for some reason or other sitting down in the very corner with my old crush from high school. I was showing her and someone else the video of my cat projecting the solar system map.

She said something about recognizing it and that I needed to align the temporal coils in the purple garage copy machine in order to resolve the issue.

I became lucid (though I guess it was more drunken lucidity because I was going along with this dumb dream plot.) and I think used dream spinning to get to where the coil that I needed to adjust was. I found myself on the beach somewhere. It was foggy/cloudy/raining and there were houses along the side of the beach. The location looked familiar.

I remember seeing this tree growing in a spiral and thinking that it was the coil. It had a fairly thin trunk, only a couple of inches thick. I went over and tried moving it, but it seemed like it was held in place by an invisible magnetic field. I tried pulling the tree downward seeing that as it came out of the magnetic field it became more like a thick rope.

I eventually got the whole tree out of the invisible force feild. I heard a warning alarm and the word 'Coil Realigning' flashed in the sky. An automated voice told me to place the coil under its new alignment. I saw a giant hovering ball of magnetized iron floating about 10 meters away and a few meters up. I made my way over there.

I tried throwing the rope-tree up. It wouldn't hold the shape of a coil though. It didn't seem to be magnetized at all. The tree became a chain with a magnet on the end. I kept trying to throw it up and make it stick but it would not.

Someone on the beach shouted "Look!" or something. I saw three aliens riding toward me on white wolves. The alien in the middle was dark red and looked like a raptor. The two on the sides looked like bright green elephants with short trunks and big floppy ears. The one on the right was really fat while the one on the left seemed much thinner.

They all got off where I was and the white wolves disappeared. One of the aliens asked what I was doing. I thought I was in trouble.

"I was just trying to realign your magentic thingy but it won't stick."

"It won't stick because your machine sucks." Said the fatter elephant alien.

"How about instead, we just build him a new one." Said the red alien.

"Good idea. This is my assistant (gesturing to the thinner elephant alien). His name is [forgot]. English is his native language too."

I saw his face momentarily get replaced with a humans face and got a little bit freaked out. He then asked me for a fist bump and I gave him one. I wasn't sure what the heck was going on but these aliens seemed nice enough. I also remember thinking that I saw two of the red aliens. All three/four of them put on welding masks and got all of this equipment and started building the frame of some device.

"We are inter-dimensional workers. We are responsible for fixing everyone's Purple Garage Copy Machine whenever one breaks. We're sorry we weren't here earlier, we'll fix it for free."

I remember saying something about wanting to prove my commitment to lucid dreaming by staying around until they finished building their device, something that would supposedly take a very long time.

I turned away and stabilized the dream and looked back. I saw that they had made considerable progress. Sure enough what they were making looked like a big copy machine, and it was purple. I remember taking note that there was a stack of paper inserted in it.

I think Manei showed up and asked what was going on. I remember complaining to her that the dream's plot was stupid.

I then realized that I had to pee and that the dream was fading out because of it.

Spoiler for Profane:

Ass tits! Not now!

I tried to lay down some stabilization but the dream faded out pretty quickly.

June 18, 2015

Recently I just got back into LDing and after a few days I got this short LD fragment.

I am in a dark hallway with a few other people. It is supposed to be in my house next to my room. I randomly decide to do a reality check. I count my fingers and there are 6. I think that I must've just counted wrong because there is no way I'm dreaming. So I count again and there are 7 fingers now. I am shocked that I am dreaming, because I would have never suspected otherwise.

That is all I remember of that dream because I'm pretty sure I woke up right after I became lucid which is a bummer, but at least I got my first LD since being back!

I was walking in a beautiful woodland area. There were steep slopes and gullies covered by tall trees forming a canopy high above. There was a river down below and I walked across a rope bridge.


I was going to school at some really fancy ivy leauge boarding school. The teacher asked quite bluntly that the ugliest kid in class please come up to the front so that she could do a demonstration for her psychology class. It turned out to be this kid from the back row who got bullied a lot. And in all honesty, he wasn't that ugly. His hair was patchy and missing in places, but other than that he looked pretty normal. She then got this big bully kid to stand next to him but I can't remember his purpose.

The teacher asked him to please take off all of his clothes. The ugly boy flexed and like in a cartoon his shirt ripped off and he was really buff underneath and the bully got really scared and ran out of the door of the classroom.

...

For some reason the scenario repeated in the schools auditorium. There were several bullies around the boy now but they were actors and just pretending to be bullies and they knew he was really buff under his clothes. What was going on here had something to do with how the audience reacted to how ugly the boy was.

I had this really weird view of the happening from above. I think I was working on the backstage crew or something. The teacher told me to observe how the audience reacted for my studies.


I was walking around the pond in my subdivision alone. I became lucid when I realized I was walking around the path in the opposite direction of the way that I usually walk. It was a clear, sunny, summer day. Jonathan, of all people approached me, even though I thought he left my dreams.

He gave me something. It was a blank lucid dreaming license. He said that he had stolen it from me back when we were enemies and now had realized that I should probably have it back. He told me that I had to go fill it out and get it stamped by [somebody] at an office somewhere.

I asked him if he would like to come along with us. He laughed and got really nervous. He had one of those big sweat drops on him like in an anime. (Kind of weird because Jonathan himself looked realistic, the sweat drop just looked like a crappy drawing.)

"Haha! If Manei caught me back around here she would never let me hear the end of it... I'd better get going."

He left. The next thing I remember Marcus and Manei showed up on this big four legged robot walker device. One of the legs came down and I stood on it. It picked me up and put me on the platform on top. Then a little laser shot out from the platform. It ended in the air making a white energy ball. Then the laser went in a circle drawing with the white energy. When the circle was complete it became a portal and we walked through.

The place we entered looked like outer space. The sky was bright blue/purple with bright stars everywhere. There were little asteroids everywhere but they seemed to be fixed to their locations and didn't move when we stepped on them. I noticed that we didn't feel any forces standing on the walker. Even if we jumped across a gap or changed directions, I couldn't feel our velocity changing.

"Notice how we don't feel anything. That's because this platform utilizes a differential gravity compensation algorithm."

We came across this one asteroid that had a small one-story house on it. There were a bunch of people having a barbecue in the backyard. Among them were my parents who the two DCs accompanying me invited along. I told them not to invite my parents because they always just become annoying in dreams. But it was too late.

We eventually arrived at another asteroid with this big library-looking building on it. Supposedly this was like the secretary of state for the dream world. We got off and went inside. In the front they had a waiting area kind of just like a secretary of state office with all of these people waiting in line, only it looked to be a whole lot older. All of the desks were wooden and there were rows of metal filing cabinets behind them. Everybody in our group got in the back of the line.

So I guess this is where the dream decided to do all of the jokes that it could possibly think of. I remember seeing Sharkboy and Lavagirl waiting in line. There was also Neo from the matrix with a spoon in his hand. I remember Cobb from Inception was standing in line with a broken shared dreaming machine. There was also the ugly kid from the earlier dream only he was really fat now. I think I remember GizEdwards being in the line holding a broken Remee.

Though the weirdest thing I saw waiting in the line was DawnEye11. Her head was sticking out of the companion cube from portal that was on one of those metal carts like from Home Depot. Eye and Dawn were pushing the cart. Dawn was wearing a red dress and had wavy hair and was texting somebody on an old looking cell phone. Eye looked normal. I don't know what that was about... and I don't think I want to.

I remember I tried to get her attention but Eye told me to leave her alone because they couldn't find her body so they had to substitute it with something else.

By far the longest stretch of time that I have wasted in a lucid dream was right here. Maybe that's why I remember everyone that was in line. We stood there without talking easily for ten minutes without even talking, much less doing anything. Eventually Manei and I got bored and decided to check out the back half of the building. The others said they would hold the spot in line while we looked around.

The back half of the building was like a very old library with tall wooden bookshelves and the likes. I started flying around the bookshelves. Again, there was sort of a long stretch of time where the dream was stable and nothing really happened. At the very least, I could practice maneuvering and what not. I remember figuring I could reverse direction very quickly by stopping my flames, doing a half of a front flip and simply orienting myself backwards then starting the flames in the opposite direction. The dream took surprisingly well to all of the spinning and tricks that I did in the air.

At one point I noticed a side room. There was this side room that was a dance studio. There were a bunch of girls in tight clothes practicing some kind of dance. When they saw me, they asked how I could fly. I told them it was a lucid dream and that I could do anything. They all vanished from the scene at the same time.

I landed eventually realizing the dream was going nowhere. Manei and Marcus were reading together out of some book. I landed next to them.

"This dream plot is so stupid, can't we change it."

"We can now, your parents fixed your lucid dreaming license. Here!"



"Wait... they were actually useful?"

"Yes, that's why we brought them along."

I remember trying twice to dream spin. The first time was the standard dream spinning around in your spot. The second time I did a triple front flip hoping that would blur up the scene enough to change it. But no, we were still in the library and not one thing had changed.

I remember thinking of the dream where Manei explained how dreams were more stable now and dream spinning was harder. Sure that's really useful for doing mid-air flips without the environment changing, but I still had to ask how I could get dream spinning to work.

"Perhps it is because you only impart rotational velocity along a single axis. If you were to make use of all vertices, you would be successful."

I have only some idea what that meant. I then tried one more time and this time the dream actually changed. I was inserted into the body of a large muscular black man who was a commando attempting to infiltrate Nazi Germany and kill Hitler.

I crawled out of an air duct into the room of an old brick building and got in a fight with a couple of enemy soldiers. None of us had guns, so we fought with knives and punching and kicking. I beat most of them up but the last guy I fought took me to the ground. I killed him too. It was difficult adapting to this body, but I had managed.

I made my way outside onto the street. I was in what looked like a war-torn city. Half the buildings were piles of rubble. In front of me was a large symmetrical brick building that looked relatively untouched. It looked like a government building of some sort. There was a large staircase leading up to the front. On the saircase was row upon row of Nazi soliders. Standing at the top were two tanks, but they walked on two legs rather than tracks.

In between them was a very attractive woman but with Hitlers' mustache, and she had a rather revealing variant of the uniform with two golden pistols on her belt.

I was still semi-lucid to the point where I could think 'Why on earth am I dreaming of this?!" I think that when I stepped into the street I was spotted by one of them and got shot and died.

My soul went OOB though and I was flying around. I flew into the building they were standing in front of and saw that inside they were developing new versions of the walking tanks I had seen outside. Marcus' walker from earlier in the dream was also in there, only it only had three legs now, rather than four. I thought that I should report this information back to HQ but I wondered how I would do that now that I was just a soul.

I had to get up early this morning to give my dad his birthday present before he left for work. After he left, I went back to bed, fairly confident I was going to get lucid. I tried a new WILD technique/anchor thing, counting my heartbeats as I was falling asleep.

I suddenly find myself floating a few feet off my bed. Well that was quick. I rolled over and touched down next to my bed. It’d been awhile since my last good lucid, so I really wanted to talk to Vi. My attempts to summon her in the past never really worked, but someone in chat the other day suggested calling her on the phone to summon her. I grab my phone off the nightstand and put it up to my ear.

“Hey Vi, you there?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Um… Where are you right now?”
“...In a place, why?”
“Well I’m finally lucid, I wanted to hang out or something…”
“Oh, well I’m kind of busy.”
“With what? I’m dreaming, you can’t be doing something else…”
There’s silence on the other end.
“Vi, you still there?”
Still no response. Great, she hung up on me. I put down the phone to redial, but I wake up first.

I lay in my bed motionless for a while, hoping to DEILD back into the dream. However, I hear a ton of noise as my dad comes up the stairs. He barges into my room, saying something about how he forgot something before heading to work. He says he didn’t mean to bother me, yet he keeps talking until I finally get up. I’m now wide awake, but suddenly, I realize that I can feel my sleep mask on my face, but I can’t see it, like it’s not even there. I do a quick nose plug, and find out I’m still dreaming. Good, I’m glad you’re not actually that stupid, dad. I push him out of my bedroom and close the door.

I run back over to my bed and phase through the window to the small section of roof outside my bedroom. It’s raining pretty hard, which is weird, since I don’t ever remember any rain in my dreams typically. I try to do some more firebending like I did in my last dream, but the rain makes it incredibly difficult. I’m able to generate some flames from my hands, but they aren’t very strong at all. I fly back inside and (falsely) remember that one of the Tasks of the Month is to lay down in bed and have a WILD within the dream (only a month late on that one). I lay down in my bed and quickly transition into a new dream.



I’m at a large mansion in the country, at this fairly large party. I for some reason know that this party is a public hangout for all the users of imgur, a photo-sharing website that I frequent quite a bit. Unfortunately, it looks like there’s not a lot of people at this party, and the ones that are there are a little too nerdy for my tastes - most of them are wearing fedoras and talking about D&D or something similar (nothing wrong with that stuff, just not something I’m interested in). I’m seriously considering leaving this fairly lame party, but then I spot a beautiful sight on one of their plates.



Frosted animal crackers, my lunchbox-favorite snack back in elementary school. Plus, these ones look homemade. Maybe I’ll stick around just a little longer, just to get some of those delicious cookies. I wander inside in search of these cookies, and find a large spread of food out in the living room of the house. I turn around to find Sarah (the founder of imgur and kind of a celebrity on the site) sitting in a chair behind me. I’m a little embarrassed. “I was just grabbing some food for the road, I gotta get going. Thanks for this party, it’s been fun.” I hide a little smirk as the lie passes my lips.
“Glad you liked it. Feel free to stop by if you’re ever in California again.”
“I will.” ...probably not.

I grab a plate full of frosted animal crackers, and head out the door, regaining a slight bit of lucidity. Outside I see a guy and a girl from my class in high school, who are apparently in a relationship. They both get in the guy’s convertible. I decide to show off a little bit, so I crouch down and then launch myself into the sky before flying off. I turn back to look at their expressions, they seem unimpressed. I fly back down and drop the animal crackers into their car. One of them hits the guy in the head, and he turns around and shakes his fist at me. I laugh and fly into the clouds. It feels so freeing, just being so high and looking down. I continue to watch as the clouds cover my view of the ground, and the dream destabilizes.

I find myself now in a game of Minecraft, digging underground searching for a secret building. I see this long passageway through the rocks, and start to head down that way. I pull out a flashlight just in time to see a Minecraft-looking 8-bit version of Venom from Spiderman charging at me from the darkness.



I turn around and break into a sprint to escape, but Venom lets out a horrifying shriek that sends chills down my spine. I run faster, but soon find myself at a dead end. This can’t be right, did I take a wrong turn? Venom inches closer, ready to attack. It lets out one more shriek, and this time I let out my own scream equal in pitch and volume. I charge towards the beast, and deliver a blow to its face. It stumbles back, stops for a few seconds, and then charges again. I keep fighting, pushing it back more and more each time. I finally see a passageway off to my right and take off towards it. I reach a large opening, so I quickly turn around a place blocks to fill the passage. Finally safe, I take a deep breath and regain my composure before finally waking up.

Ok, so finally i had a LD, the last one was 5 years ago and was too short and couldnt enjoy it.
So, i found myself in a common square in my city, and knew right away that was dreaming ( Need explication, why) so i did a RC. The RC was touching my left hand with the point of my fingers from the right and hoping to penetrates or fades away, so i did it and didnt work because i felt it like WL, so i did a second RC, this time rolling my left thumb inside the hand i did it and the hand absorbed it like a black hole. So finally i said, im dreaming finally!, and a i begin to watch my surroundings, and it was a very bright like a dark yellow sun, and i watch a couple a women and a men, they say to me

Why dont you fly?. And i begin to move my arms like a bird (lel) but i still couldnt fly, the same couple say, not like that, do it with 1 arm up and the other relaxed, and puf! i begin to fly, well this part cant remember quite well, but i can remember that couldnt stop saying, my god this feels so real!, so i landed in the same place, do another RC because i feel it so real (b cant remember the whole dream like WL) summon a girl that is hot and the couple says, Dont do it, so i dont.

I was thinking what to do, where do i travel?, suddenly i begin to think about teletransportation and cant do it, i try to do the spinning thing (both ways) and cant too, so i think into summon a star wars character and fight with it (ny goals) but i said, better do it another time and just feel relaxed and enjoy the rest of the scene.

Thanks all of you for making this happen, now im more confident about LD.

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I was with my friend S. We were staying together in a hotel in [some city]. We had just woken up and were heading out for our days' activites, whatever they might have been. Our first order of buisness was to go to breakfast. S wanted to go to a starbucks but I told him that we went there yesterday and that they were too expensive. I told him I thought there was another coffee shop just down the road that was closer and less expensive, and we decided to go there.

We ran into some sort of gang or criminal group on our way to get breakfast.

...

Next thing I knew we were going to this really fancy restaurant. I remember we drove separate cars and I drove my family's old van. I remember when I got out and removed the key the engine didn't stop. I then saw that the passenger side door was gone. These two older women were laughing at me because they thought that had happened because I was a bad driver.

"It doesn't matter because it's just a lucid dream anyway."

It took a few seconds for that thought to backtrack and I became properly lucid. I then took off flying above the building. I remember seeing my old high school crush and decided to re-connect with her. I landed and said 'Hi'.

...

The dream changed scenes. I thought I was waking up or losing the dream. I was in a class about programming video games. I was drawing this really intricate spiral design with a blue and brown colored pencil. The teacher of the class came over and told me that I should be paying attention.

...

Something to do with the beginning of the second Kung Fu Panda movie.

Hey

Not sure why but been in a slow period with LDing - Funny to say it tho as am a begginner anyway! Iam doing the RRC ( not with a reminder tho) + RC of looking at hands and then some visualisation of me getting Lucid - I got a bit down I think coz I coulnt get the tree totm and put alot of effort in - but maybe its just still too advanced for me and I probly need to keep it more simple just now. Flying was pretty easy and breathing under water so i am trying to think of another elemental one - maybe walk through a huge fire? any ideas for me at total beginning level?

I had some first snipits - 2 tiny LD this morning - I am reading and keeping inmind the 3rd lesson of Sageous - "Practice nurturing Scemas" - tha tmeans i am watching the H.I and seeing how it develops into shapes etc, right?

It has been interesting - this morning the H.I was looking like the fur of an animal at one point ... then later the LD Was about me looking at a fury little animals head laying on the ground, then i saw another just like it - then I saw the full animal next to it with its head on- I tried to reach out fo the fury head but my hands were not in sight and my body was maybe not fully in dream world - I woke up...
Had other experience with watching h.i and after quite some time seeing a spark of light passing over a clear spot in a cloudy sky - [I] could see the clear sky and in an instant [I] knew that could have been a moment to say"i am there!" and be wisked off into the dream but the moment passed - interesting tho...