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Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Just going to summarize this, basically I woke up at some point last night and felt well rested... It must have been pretty damn early too (2-3am). I thought that it must be nearly day break though so I didn't have much time left to sleep. What happens next was an attempt to fall back asleep, lo and behold I just slip straight into a dream fully aware that it's a dream. Each of these lucids were only a few minutes each, fading out to wakefulness at the end of each. I had no energy, desire or focus to strengthen my awareness, my mind was only occupied by a couple thoughts. 1: Talk to a certain someone and find out why I keep seeing them in my dream. 2: Sex. I seemed to be in caveman mode mixed with one of my dream goals, except the goals would get twisted and the things I desired would turn disgusting, at one point I met a random woman who had hacky sacks for breasts, I tried willing them to become normal but it wasn't working too well, another time was when a persons face kept morphing because I couldn't remember what she was supposed to look like. It felt like a pretty perverse set of lucids, each time I came out I simply willed myself into another one. The scenery was typical of a modern day mall or sometimes a city, at one point I seemed to be in an apartment. I can comfortably say I had at least 3 of these lucids but I think 5 the most, I didn't try to remember them.

I'm guessing I was performing some kind of chain-lucid WILD.

I found myself in third person point of view on a highway, noticing reporters and by standers spiraling off the roads. There were whirlwinds and majority of the vehicles were going way too fast. After a couple of trucks flew sideways over my view I notice I had become in first point of view. I then began jogging and had the feeling that my father was not too far away from me. I made an attempt to get near a possible side walk, as the highway was coming to an end.

The sky that was at first bright sunset has now dimmed down to a dark blue. I continue to jog in till I found myself at a stop light post. It was at this time that I thought about how bizarre the highway had become. This is when I had a spark of lucidity that I was in a dream. But the scene had change moments later and I lost lucidity. The scene change in to a office building and my father had just ask for a drink. A man in a suit approach my father and told him he was aware of his phone number.

My father decided to test if the man was correct. He gave his answer but my father said a completely different number was his phone number. The man then said you can never trust tabs. He stated it must be odd for someone to approach you with such a question and not too long he explain why. I was at a distance and at this time decided to walk up to the conversation. I could people near by sitting at office desk working and there was some food near by, like mini stores.

I assume he must be hiring my father, later on in their conversation I realize I had guess correctly. My father agreed and the man was off. My father continue to sit down in one of the chairs filling the paper, in till I began hearing complaints about him. I then notice that my father had been bothering a person at the store. It didn't take long for people to become upset and as my father explain his remorse. Many people were asking me to take him out.

I told them he is busy , and assured them that we wont be here long. However they had such a problem with him and explain their dislike for him being here. Eventually I decided it was best if I just told him it was time for us to go and he agreed. One of the people working their follow us and told me he was having a hard time at work. I told him it sometimes hard to get a job but if you have one try to put more effort in staying there. We went outside the building to continue the conversation.

He then eventually left and I heard my father voice asking people where I was. I approach my father and we walk off. Lucidity Time : 4 seconds.

Dream 1

I was in a big building near the bathroom area. There were many girls present and I was following a man who was supposedly a model instructor or something like that. He showed me to a platform and pointed to certain words. Fear and dissatisfied was two I remember him saying and showing me. I had a feeling I was suppose to change these words into positive words but before I could the African man I was talking to pushed me and I fell from a great height. Just before I could hit the ground though I was pulled up by strings that were attached to me and something atop of the building. I yelled that I trusted the man and thought why did he do that to me. Suddenly I felt the strings moving quickly into my stomach and they were becoming apart of me. I couldn't stop it and didn't want to stop it because I thought I would mess up an important part of myself. BTW having someone stick a needle or stab me in the stomach is a dream sign. So I partly new it was a dream and woke up after that.

Dream 3

I was laying down on my bed with my eyes closed, thinking about how I wanted to have a lucid dream.
I started to focus on who I wanted to meet in the dream but felt that I was probably going to go off focus and mess up. Suddenly someone started poking me as I lay on the bed."Am I dreaming already?" I asked.Than I heard a girl giggling and other voices saying I was dreaming.When I opened my eyes I saw a black and purplish figure sitting up on my bed next to me. It looked like it had Dawn's form so I asked if it was Dawn. The figure said yes so I touched the figure to see how it feel. It felt like it was really present so that was good enough for me.

I think I was going to hug him after that than something fell off him onto the bed. I looked at it and it was a white mask. I asked him "Is that your mask?" He said yeah than I think I pushed it away because it was creepy. After that I asked Dawn something but than he disappeared and I reappeared on my bed. I was upset with this and decided to call him. But instead of Dawn transparent girls appeared out of no where. I pushed them away than noticed a little girl hiding in a corner, near my closet. under some clothing. I ran upstairs and hoped that if I flew out my window I would end up somewhere better.

I flew fast through the foggy sky and appeared just above the ocean water.It was cool and nice but I didn't really want to be here. My real goal was to make Dawn appear. I looked around and ended up in a room. There was a boy and his sister present.I kept moving and than the scene changed and I was laying down in the hands of a few girls. One of them bit my neck and asked the others if they wanted to eat me like zombies. This didn't scare me so i pushed them back, walked away than started calling Dawn. The girls seemed less violent now and they were talking with each other casually.I ended up watching a scene unfold as I kept moving though. Jade's anime female character had finished getting on a bus with Dawn and other friends. When they were sitting Dawn asked Jade's female character why she was late. Jade's female character said that it was because she didn't like taking the bus and that she got picked on. She also added that she got beat up but she didn't look sad, hurt or like she felt sorry for herself though. She seemed pretty tuff. Than she asked Dawn why couldn't he just be present more for me and show some more emotion. Dawn didn't respond to that though and I woke up after that.

I was at a grocery store that my dad owned, eating cheesecake, my brothers were there too. I became lucid and walked out of the store and walked down a hall where there were guards and told the guards I lost my passport and that my name was Cali Sylvers. In the room was a celebration for a queen. When I told them my name they put one clippy on me. I walked to where there were people and all of them had clippies on them and they put more on me. I worked together with another girl to remove the clippies I took hers off and she took mine off. One person used super strength to remove a clippy. Me and another boy started to fly, we said, we can have superpowers, I can fly. I was about to open the window to fly out of the room but the boy said don't wake up the person that put the clippies on us, and I just opened the screen from the bottom and flew out, waking the person, who wondered what was happening. Then I woke up.

Hey everyone!

I was so happy that some of you commented on my first Lucid and DJ entry. You were right it does get frustrating! I was so close multiple times when I first started going for my second lucid dream (also had my first false awakening within that first week, and my first nightmare in a very long time), but it seemed to get harder to keep focus and confidence as time past, it even got harder just to write down my dreams. I had some really good vivid dreams when I did my first wake back to bed's, but they seemed to get more and more fragmented and unsure. Yesterday evening I could feel myself giving up slightly and I didn't even think of dreaming before I went to sleep. In the morning my BF woke up early to go to the university. It woke me up and I went to the bathroom before I went back to bed.

In my dream I was walking around on the balconies of a very large castle when I suddenly became aware that I was in a dream and I became conscious. I felt the incredible rush of the realization and to ground myself I immediately slapped my hands together and started rubbing them against each other. I did it! I stabilized the dream and I walked inside the castle. It was much less impressive inside. It looked more like a ruin than a castle. I began thinking "what was I supposed to do now?" and I remembered the basic task of the month which said to take a shower in your dream and I started looking for a bathroom. And found a few, but they were both gross and as I was leaving the second bathroom I heard the door to my real room open and I knew it was my BF coming in to say goodbye. AAAAAARGH NOOOOO ! Oh well, I went back to sleep and had a normal non-lucid dream about a kidnapping at a hotel, somehow I turned of my alarm without me remembering it (again!), but maybe that was what triggered my next lucid dream (THANK GOD!)

This time I became lucid in a restaurant at a hotel. I was walking around looking at people's food and one pizza looked particularly good, I wanted to take it, but it belonged to a guy who sat at a table with three other guys and I was not going to risk them getting mad. Again I remembered the TotM and I went into one of the rooms at the hotel, somehow my female childhood friend was there and she goes with me to bath. We are laughing and I remember the water splashing as it hit her back as she bent down a little (She is fairly tall) the water was warm, but I don't remember the tactile feeling all that well (I hope this means I did my first TotM!) After that I went down to the lobby and out back behind the hotel where I meet 3 or 5 DC's that like to follow me around like a gang of some sort. It's nighttime outside and there are stars in the sky. It makes me want to fly, but when I try nothing happens. The others start looking at me weird so I stop, there are so many other things to do after all. As we walk through the darkness we come through some weird places. At some point we are walking along side a road and I remember the other TotM which says jog and observe the change in scenery, but at that moment we arrive at a beautiful house. We enter and I sit down by a table. By this time I am aware in my dream that this dream is very long and I am worried it may be hard to remember it all, so I find a piece of paper and a pen and I start writing the beginning of my dream down, but every time I finish a word it turns to doodles, so I stop and we go out into the big beautiful garden. There is water springing from some rocks in the middle of the garden, down into a small lake. In there lives some sort of large sea monsters, as the others look at them I walk to the stone wall surrounding the garden and sit on it. Here I find a bowl filled with some old stuff, including a piece of cake which I eat thinking I will need fuel for my jog (TotM), but in that moment the dream dissolves and I wake up.

I am so happy I kept at it! It only took me 3 weeks to have my second lucid experience. Hopefully it will be even shorter between the next ones !

Some kind of video game or simulation that involved building a battleship and fighting the opponent. People had built really humorous ships in order to win. Somebody built a ship that would always flip over sideways and had a big gun on the opposite side so that gun would land on top when the ship flipped over.

Somebody else made a ship that was basically a small tugboat with one giant gun battery on it.

I felt like I was watching a Let's Play or something. (Funny because I think that LPs are a waste of time.) The guy was talking about how you got money to upgrade your ship in the game. But when he won the battle he won a lot of money ($50,000) but you had to pay to repair your ship so he only ended up profiting $1000.

He got really mad and quit the game.

-WBTB-

I had some kind of reality editing or manipulation tool that allowed me to build things. I constructed a pool in the front yard of my house. However, I was not in the front yard of my own house, but rather a different house unfamiliar to me IWL. I don't really know where it was, but it was built on a hillside.

Because of that, I ended up making three pools, and I placed a pump and waterfall system that would fall through all three pools. I had also added my own room underneath the uppermost pool, because I didn't have a place to stay at this house.

I was really excited when I was finished and ran to get the owners of the house. I turned on the pump that would start the waterfall but it didn't seem to be working. The water was bubbling up into the top pool filling it to a few inches, but then it would sink back down into the drain.

...

I was in the room I had constructed beneath the top pool. I heard someone knock on the window. I peeked through the blinds and saw a tall asian boy. I figured I would let him in.

When I opened the door I saw he had a .50 cal sniper rifle aimed at me. He jabbed it into my stomach. This guy was p*ssed off.

"Are you Estevan [Gibberishlastname], Graduate from Minnesota Institute of Technology?!?!"

I was strangely calm given the circumstance, but I still put my hands up. Blame semi lucidity. The same semi-lucidity I had while building the pool with reality altering powers.

"What? No. You got the wrong guy."

"Oh..." *puts giant gun down* "sorry. You look like him."

...

I was at the cafe in my college, still with that same character. He looked a little different now. His hair, that had been sort of a mop head/bowl cut before was now buzzed short. His skin tone seemed a little darker too. He was also wearing one of the shirts from my Taekwnondo studio.

He was telling me something about how he liked big guns and dating girls. He started losing himself talking about this girl that he had a crush on. His English, that wasn't very good to begin with broke down into either Korean or simply dreamspeak.

My reason to believe it was Korean was the fact that my Taekwondo master showed up and started talking to him in the incomprehensable language. He told me that English was not his first language. I told him I knew that, and I could help him practice by talking to him.

-WBTB-

False awoke in my college dorm. I RC'd and became lucid.

I can't even remember the lucid dream, or that much of it. I felt like it went on for a long time.

I remember leaving the dorm and doing a successful nose-pinch reality check. I just remember, in general, being really lucid.

I do remember trying to get out of the dorm building a couple times. I tried phasing through walls. I remember going partially through. Passing though the wall felt like passing through a thick liquid, but then it became solid and I couldn't continue pushing through. I stepped back and there was an imprint of my body in the wall.

I then decided to try phasing through the window. A similar thing happened. I started to push against the glass and it felt liquid. When I was about halfway through the glass turned solid. When I backed away from the window, there was a 3D imprint of my body there too.

I remember thinking of Blobularwindmil's dare. I still need to do it and I've been really sloppy with getting goals done ever since I destroyed the lucid barrier. I remember thinking that I already did it, but what I had done was really lame. I had a memory of drawing a long tablet shape on a paper and making it into a Popsicle stick. I'm not sure if that was a false memory or not.

I made my way downstairs to simply exit through the door. The RA was sitting at a table by the door with some other DCs. She said that she wanted to talk with me for a moment. I sat down at the table with her and her friends.

"Why does the boy with the [something] who's eyes do not mach come to into our world and [gibberish] when he is confined. No matter how hard we hold him down, he can still [gibberish]"

I'm bad at quoting DCs.

...

I had a false awakening where I woke up and started to put my dreams in on Dreamviews. I remember my laptop had been replaced by this really old computer, it looked like it was from the 90's.

I saw that I had a bunch of PMs from DawnEye11. They were really sad messages saying that I had left Dreamviews without saying goodbye.

Color Code: Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid, Waking life notes

April 7, 2015

I realize I am dreaming and go into my bedroom. It is my childhood bedroom. I remember my goal and say something like “welcome to dreaming school,” to the toys and things on the shelves, as if I am the teacher.
I find some papers and look through at some comics I drew. I say to myself “These are well drawn. Lots of silhouettes.” It doesn't really look like my style.
I remind myself of my goal again, saying its for a lesson in dream control. I say “What's a thing I want/need to learn how to do?”
I punch my fist through a window for some reason. The window is between two rooms. Through the window I see an old woman enter the house (apartment?). I talk to her through the now partially open window. She has short curly white hair and seems to be wearing a poncho, or maybe a shawl.

I ask the lady if she would like to help me summon a person.
My first idea is to use a door and expect a person to be on the other side. But don't really get that far.
The old lady is apparently also a lucid dreamer. She tells me that before going to sleep/entering the dream, she was thinking of a banana or apple to see who she would meet. (It's like a method to meet a random person in a shared dream. Who you end up meeting depends on the theme you incubate.)

Either she senses that my dream is ending, or she has to leave. She says we can meet again tomorrow at the same time (She says at 8AM?).

My dream fades and I wake up. I scratch an itch on my leg while moving as little as possible and then go back into a new dream.
I am in a room. I sing “B-A-N-A-N-A-N Banana,” repeatedly (yes misspelling banana) to summon the same old lady as before. She shows up and I ask her to tell me where she lives (in waking life), or her number or something. She gives me a three-digit number (of course I forget it when I wake up).
I ask her “What's that?” She says “My number.” I say “What number?”
It is her prison number, or prison I.D. Number. She is surprised to realize I am not in prison too. Sh says she assumed I was because I am young.
I get the impression/idea that she must be from another reality in which most people, especially the young, are imprisoned, like in some distopian world.
I follow her out into a hallway and lose lucidity. Possibly we are going to attempt an escape. A guard says he smells baking, which is not allowed.

After waking, it occurred to me that she might have meant a metaphorical prison. Or she might have just been confused, losing lucidity like I was. Or possibly she was a dream figure talking nonsense like they do.
Either way, I am happy to have met someone who was more interesting and lucid than most of the people I meet in my lucid dreams.

Dream 1:
I walked out of the house and married a man and was in his car, I had troubles closing the door. I suggested we go eat tofu and he said he wanted to eat something else. Then I walked into a room and it was a psych mental health group meeting. I sat down thinking God planned this and a young girl with black hair asked me to move up and sit next to her. A doctor or a leader came in and started talking, asking us to share our stories. I was writing something down and then I walked around wanting to get home so I talked with a woman about it, I told her I don't have my key and she told me that she had a spare key for me and I told her my address, at the time all I remembered was 25363. Then my dad was there and he yelled at me and was really mean. Then I went and got the key from the woman and the man pretending to be my dad tried to take the key from me and he grabbed my chest and a demon pushed down on my chest (sleep paralysis) and I woke up when I was pushing the demon off of me. I saw a demon, it was black and gray.

Dream 2:
I dreamed I was flying down to temple of the dog (a hangout spot in Pittsburgh I went to all the time by the river). My friends there asked me how they could see me, and I realized I was dreaming. I thought, I'm dreaming, and I told everyone, this is a dream. I started to fly and told everyone else to fly as well. Some people started to fly. Then I grabbed the hands of two people, one of them my voice teacher/church friend Polly's son, and flew them around the sky. I got really tired and was worried this was bad for my health.
Then I was in a room and I saw a girl from my church who is a little bit overweight. She was praying and a little boy was there with her. They were both children. She said, "I pray because I have to." It was a loving sight I was just a witness watching. Later, I was with my mom and my old roommate Sarah G. She looked like she lost a lot of weight (she's fat) and I told her so. I told my mom about the kid that has a big stomach and she said your sister was pudgy when she was a child too and she's fine now, she's skinny. She told me not to judge. In the beginning of the dream I was walking in the forest doing something strange I forget what was happening. It was 9 am in the dream, and part of it was lucid and then I had a false wake up and the rest of it wasn't lucid.

Dream 3:
In a play going on in a school, there was a fire hydrum and a house that was on fire. There were two houses and both were on fire. A woman walked out of the house from the front door. Everyone was smiling. People were saved. Thats all I remember.

My roommate's alarm went off an hour early and woke me up. I went back to sleep.

-WBTB-

I remember false awakening in my dorm room. Manei was my roommate instead of D. She was shaking telling me, trying to get me out of bed because it was time for class and that I had to get up.

I was semi lucid, but I had all of these false memories that I was actually going to college to learn lucid dreaming and that there was actually nothing unusual about this situation. I falsely remembered that other dreamer-guide groups were in other dorms.

I remember thinking of other DV members, I had false memories for a lot of them. Dawneye11 was across the hall. Only Dawn was going to school; there was some rule that you could only bring one guide. I thought of OneUp. He had a female guide who was short and had light brown hair and green eyes, but I didn't know her name. (I don't know if OneUp even has met a guide yet.) I then thought of ~Dreamer~ and remembered that she was a professor at the college who taught a course on DILD.

I also remember the dorm room looking quite a lot different. IRL it's pretty plain, not really decorated, however in the dream there was this big red canvas wall mount with all of these pouches in it that we used to hold books and jackets and stuff. We had a TV and a couple of plants in the window. I think the room was a little bit bigger too.

I got out of bed and got really interested in the room. There were these three parchment banners hanging above my bed desk with Chinese characters on them. I kept thinking that I knew what they meant. They had a blue border that had a really interesting design too.

Manei lodged some complaint that I created the dream wrong because she only had white tank tops to wear.

I can't recall the dream from here, I think I woke up and was stuck in bed limbo for awhile. I remember thinking something was really funny.

What is up with all of this semi-lucidity? Usually I'm not using this much yellow, green and teal, but these last few days have been weird.

I find myself outside a very colorful forest with a golden dusty castle. The colors were very vibrate and I felt mostly weightless. This made me realize I was dreaming. I was on top of a hill and hesitated a few times to walk on the ground. The sky had a eerie color, and soon the scene change to where I lost lucidity.

I seem to be outside again in a desert, I heard and saw a jet fly right pass me. I saw a man howling out in the middle dessert , causing shockwaves and whirlwind from a distance. It got worse in till it cause an explosion. The air was black and I began running near a large mountain. I quickly stop when I almost walk off the cliff. The distance was a long way down and I unfortunately trip at the edge.

I began holding on to the edge of some large silver plate. It was gradually slipping, I kept thinking to myself that this is a test. If it wasn't , I would have already fell all the way down. There was about 5 other huge silvers on a huge chair. If I can carefully move to the next two plates, I would be safe. I made a few attempts but soon I realize the more attempts I made the more the odds were not in my favor.

Eventually it became impossible for me to carefully move to get othe next silver plate. So after a not so long time of thinking, I decided to lunge at the next one. And at first I made it but the pressure of my body made all the silver plates fall off the mountain. I fell all the way down and felt my back hit the ground which my eyes were now closed and I began slipping to unconsciousness.

I could hear a girl say where are you mom, and then said look there's something or a person near the bushes. After that I woke up.

Great start to the morning. It's been a while, but I finally had...another lucid!
After going the weekend with no recall whatsoever, having a lucid this morning was a nice surprise. While the dream was short, and I couldn't recall much from before I went lucid, it's a success nonetheless.
Somebody (don't remember who) gave me enough money to take my girlfriend out on a date to go eat somewhere. Love was in the air, surely it'll be a wonderful date...wait. Ah, there's my girlfriend's mom (are you noticing the recurrences here?). Turns out, she needs me to investigate a case before I can take my girlfriend out on a date. This case involves a serial killer who has been active around the area recently. (colored serial killer a light purple, as killers seem to be a frequent occurrence in my dreams lately.
I partnered up with a man whom I've never met before, and just as we started planning what to do about the case... I woke up. My alarm went off at 4:30, and I had to go to work in about an hour and a half. Luckily, I knew I had set an alarm for 5:00, so I decided to drift back to sleep. And wouldn't you know it, I returned to the exact same dream, right where I left off.
Only this time, something was amiss. None of this seemed real. Something (I'm not sure what) gave me the feeling that I should do a reality check. I pinched my nose and tried to breathe, and I was able to. "I'm dreaming!!" I shouted. My partner looked at me with an odd expression, but just dismissed my apparent insanity with a "Yeah, whatever..."
He immediately wanted to get back to looking into this serial killer. "Won't be a problem. Let's use this," I said matter-of-factly. It was here that I imagined a filing cabinet full of info about the killer to appear in front of us. I expected it to be there, and POOF, there it was, as if it had been there all along. I pulled the drawer open, satisfied with my successful attempt at dream control. And then...
I woke up for the last time, my alarm for 5:00 blaring in my ears. So, needless to say, that left me feeling pretty good! I've never created something with dream control before. Before this, I've flown, did acrobatics, and threw a fridge across a room, but creating something is a new one for me. It was effortless too, no problem making it appear whatsoever. A good milestone, I think.

I was on the playground at the youthcenter I went to when I was little. I thouht that I probably was dreaming since I were there so I tried to do a RC and correct enough I was dreaming.
I walked out of the playground and said "Clairty now!" while I was touching things to make the dream more stable. I wondered what I should do and of course I thought of flying but this time with thought of everyday expectations. So I walked out in the middle of the street spread my arms like wings and started to run. For some reason I ran very fast, and the coolest thing was that it worked very well. I took of and I Just flew like it was natural. I saw a casttle-like building, forest, the playground, and lots of other things. I switched flying mode from airplane to superman style and it worked very well aswel. What I liked about flying in lucid dreaming, is that you can feel the wind on your face and your whole body, it's so cool, and you get to see things from a whole new perspective.
I spotted a guy on the ground I found him a little suspicious, he was like blinking and transforming. Almost like mistique from x-men. I flew down and landed at the playground and just watched him. He ran away out of a gate. So I thought that he is gone now. So I started to stabilize the dream, and I tried if I could remember any DV TotM but I couldnt. Across the street stood my aunt and I went to speak to her, and suddenly I were in a room. There were lots of Diablo 3 (Video game) stuff, ex-school friends came in the room. I lost lucidity... I think the dream tried to overwhelm me.

#428 - DEILD - 6:28AM

I intended to have G + Menthol during WBTB but I just could not get out of bed. Luckily, I pulled off a late morning DEILD. I was slightly disappointed that I got my dream goals all wrong, but I was super stoked to get lucid regardless.

I am watching YouTube through my TV and I see that CanisLucidus has his own lucid dreaming channel now. There's a lot of how-to talk and then does some funny skits and songs like some variety show. At first I think Wurlman and I need to step up out podcast game, but I quickly decide that we have our own thing going and shouldn't try to one-up CL. I find his show very entertaining and I am amused that we now have a really cool lucid dreaming TV show. I notice my father next to me on the couch and I expect him to say something about how he dislikes what I am watching, but he remains very quiet. I wake up.

At first I am pissed that galantamine didn't do much for me but then I realize I passed right back out when my alarm went off. I move a bit and get comfortable and settle right into meditation. Instead of focusing on breath I use body awareness in my hand and arms as my anchor. I hit heavy HI really quickly and my daughter says something about my hands feeling numb. at the same time, I realize they are very tingly like I had my circulation cut off. I say to her, "As soon as my hands start feeling different [normal] you let me know. OK?" I wonder, Will that really work? If I lose lucidity will my subconscious tell me when I am fully in the dream? Right after this thought, I notice I have vibrations. I decide now is the time to shift my awareness to something external — the center of the room. I start to feel some tendency to separate, so I try sitting up. It takes a lot of effort to move only a few inches and I hear a voice, "You've got to work those astral muscles. It's been awhile so it's going to feel tough at first, but the more you exercise the better..." I accept what my inner-self is telling me and make I several efforts to get up; each getting easier. Once I sit up completely, I visualize the motion of running and a scene quickly comes to view.

I am in a kitchen in a different house. I spot a back door and run to it. As I step into the back yard, I notice the numbness in my hands still, so I shift my awareness from body once more to the dream environment and quickly forget the hand sensation. I try to think of my goals, but my mind feel slightly jumbled. Flying. I was supposed to fly. I look up at the day time sky and begin to make swimming motions allowing me to slowly rise up. There is something about the swimming motion that brings my focus back to my body and the dream darkens, threatening to crash. I stay calm and simply shift my focus back to something more visually external. I see that I am tangled in a tree and I use it to pull my weightless body up higher then, jump onto the roof of the house. Now I think maybe my goal was to make music with random objects in the dream. I look around and, on the house, I see some sort of wooden structure with many different types of roof vents lined up. I decide these will make great drums and I begin to strike them with my hands. At first It is just a dull flat sound with no real rhythm. I try harder to have some sort of pattern, but my visuals won't match the sound. I decide it's better to just look away and I quickly get some sort of drum beat with realistic sounds. A song quickly forms and I sing the first words that some to my mind in a jazz tone, "Well, my little baby... she's a real sexy lady now.... Yeeaahhh." I am slightly startled how different my voice sounds, but I don't let it distract me. Organ music begins play a little tune now as I see movement in the corner of my eye. A black cat is walking along the road out front and I feel a strong desire to go after it, but I can't decide if I want to stop the music now or play a little more. I am torn between the two and sit there undecided as I suddenly wake up.

I was riding my bike with C down the main road in our town. It was foggy and all of the plants looked green and alive. (If this keeps happening, I'm gonna call it a dream sign.) The other thing that I remember was that we were riding down the middle of the road in the town, not the sidewalk. The road must have been closed or something.

It was hot in the dream as well as humid.

There was a funny bit of broken logic here where I said that I had predicted that I would see her riding my bike with me on the main road in a dream. (Without realizing that I was in fact dreaming right then and there.) I remember her having a green bandanna tied around her waist. (Not sure how you would tie a bandanna to fit around your waist, mine barely fits around my head.) I told her that every detail of how she looked was accurate right down to that bandanna.

We turned onto a trail and started heading through the park. (IWL this would lead you to my house.) We started getting chased by this pair of rich twin kids driving old fashioned cars that were trying to run us over. (Man a lot of similarities to last night.) We thought we could lose them by going down the woods path since there are concrete posts to prevent people from driving motor vehicles down there. But their old fashioned cars were narrow and therefore easily fit between them.

At some point I was able to take control of one of the kids driving the cars and make him crash. But they were twins, and the other twin was still following us.

There was some important plot-line playing out here that I cannot fully recall. C had something in her bike bag (a book of some sort I think.) that we were trying to keep anyone else from getting their hands on.

The whole dream was a little bit lucid, but I had the strangest deja vu like this had happened before.

...

Rocket standing by to launch at an inland launch facility on the plains. Farmland all around. Facility is on a bit of a hill. The rocket is set to launch mid-day and rendezvous with a space station. It is a clear day, no clouds. But there are 3 or 4 moons in the sky. The rocket has four external boosters and a central shaft leading up to one of those space capsules.

(Here we go with that space travel dream sign again. Come on, I stopped playing KSP months ago now...) I am 3rd person spectating. I think I was filming the launch for a news station while flying in a helicopter or something.

Count down and lift off. The rocket lifts off and begins to turn over. There is a timer showing how long the flight has been in progress, and at about 40 seconds something goes wrong. One of the booster rockets is bending up into the main rocket body. It begins malfunctioning and shooting off a trail of fire and explosions pushing it sideways.

The launch escape system (LES) activated and pulled the pod with the astronauts away from the rocket. The parachutes opened and everyone cheered since the astronauts came on the radio and said that everything was just fine. The rocket broke apart and the boosters kept going upward.

The dream faded out here.

Well that was pointless and went nowhere.

-WBTB- only about 3:50 am. Had to pee really badly.

Some kind of hunger games or battle royale situation here. It was fairly late in the game and most of the contestants had already been killed. I was hiding in a cave (giving a Minecraft vibe). I even had wooden treasure chests full of supplies that I was guarding. I spotted another player. I recognized her as one of my OC's.

"...Satri?"

She realized that she had been spotted and started running away from me. (I guess she was looking to steal my supplies.) The dream went semi lucid again. I pulled out my Fang Jian and chased after her.

Spoiler for What is a Fang Jian:

Fictional weapon of my own design. Fang Jian is Chinese for 'Spinning Sword'. Even if google translate is wrong. (And it usually is.) I don't care. I like that for the name of the weapon.

I've actually been trying to get the one you see in the picture here to appear in my dreams for some time.

I started to run after her. Since she was my character, I knew what to expect. She was a fast runner. She was stealthy and might try to steal my resources. I kept following her and trying to hook her and pull her back. But she was too fast.

We got to a lava lake that had all of these stepping stones across it. She cleared it pretty fast, and I followed right after her. I the cave was getting narrow and darker with all of these twists and turns. I knew I might be able to corner her.

But then, there was a door with a women's restroom sign on it in the depths of the cave and she ran inside. There was also a men's restroom and a unisex restroom. I yelled out that that was unfair.

I tried to figure out what to do. I said that this was a dream, but that I wished that I knew I was dreaming so that I could change myself into a female and follow her into the bathroom. (Yeah, That is some of my most broken logic yet.)

I came up with a new strategy. There was a little ledge above the bathroom door that I would climb up on. When she came out, I would jump down and assassinate her. I climbed up and got ready. Just a few moments after I got ready, she came out. She had a giant black pair of scissors. She started slicing at me with them but I blocked.

She then kicked me in the chest. It was so fast that it actually took me half a second to realize that the blow I felt was in fact a kick. I anchored myself using my weapon and moved in, putting her on the defensive. I tried to slash at her, but she jumped out of the way. I cut a couple of stalagmites and saw that I had cut them smooth like polished stone.

She disappeared from the dream (or just ran off.) and I started cutting stone with my weapon because I liked the pretty patterns that would come up and the feel of the stone. I began thinking that feeling the stone was like dream stabilization and that I should become lucid. I was also thinking that I was lost. The dream faded out and I woke up.

Morning of April 5, 2015. Sunday.



I already knew this many years ago, but once again a “popular” dream myth is exposed as just that - a myth - this being the one where you supposedly only dream about vivid sexual encounters if they are not presently occurring in reality. (Besides, common sense would dictate that the Tetris effect would render that idea as ludicrous.) Not only that, the level of conscious dream creation and control is almost a hundred percent save for one unusual distortion.

In my (first) dream, I am, for some reason, focused on a room on Loomis Street, the one with the second refrigerator and which was used both mainly for storage boxes and my last sleeping place before moving to Australia (as well as where I read all the letters from my wife before we met). Though I was last there in early 1994, I recall how my older sister still had at least a couple quarter-filled bottles of shampoo from as far back as the 1950s as well as a stack of old “Dig” magazines from the 1950s. My sister called it the “junk room”. In my dream, this room is far more cluttered than it ever was in reality - so much so, it is impossible to walk through it on the floor. It begins to dawn on me that I am dreaming. Oddly, instead of stabilizing and enhancing my dream and taking control as I often have in the past (even as a toddler), I decide to wake up and look around (without moving in reality), which I do.

During this short wakeful period, I start to make my next dream, which will start in the same location but then change to our present address on W street. After a short time, I am back in the “same” dream, more lucid and with more vividness than ever. This time it is raining indoors. The rain is extraordinarily refreshing and I revel in the sensations for a time as I climb up onto a stack of cardboard boxes on my way through the room. Eventually, I leave this room through a fictional door, either teleporting or simply going into the front room of this house by way of a typical dream composite.

From here, I “summon” my wife, who appears automatically at about the age she was when we first started writing or a few years younger. We indulge in passionate kissing and embracing, the sense of touch “accelerated” (in the manner that all senses are in dreams at times, including internally glowing enriched imagery, augmented “impossibly loud” audio, blissful “smells as simultaneous breathing”, and other perceptions not possible in waking life). The only distortion is, when I am holding her from behind, a “hollow pocket” appears within my dream’s rendering; sometimes in her upper back, sometimes in the air - though this does not distract me from reaching my peak. This seems to represent the tiny degree of control that is lacking in my dream creation and continuity. However, I keep “sealing” it (in an automatic mental sense), whereby it fills itself in somewhat like fluid, like a three-dimensional holographic dynamic recess (spherically inverted) sealing itself up from some sort of minor “glitch” of consciousness - like a “blind spot”, perhaps, but more in line with my view and not always on the periphery. I see this as an environmental “flaw”, not related to the form of my wife - more like a superimposed partial “mini-portal” that I do not place my hand near at any point. Still, it may also be a vague association with “hollow of the back” or even the phrase “holler back” (as a typical in-dream orphaned pun).

Even though we had indulged in making love in reality just a few hours prior, my dream seems to increase my desire and awareness and even seems to “reignite” and increase my physical stamina (almost to a point of disbelief considering I was already just fulfilled), something I cannot help but puzzle over other than my dream self consciousness (in some incarnations) being more viable than the conscious in some ways (certainly not in logic, critical thinking, or even common sense, but more relative to bodily control, physical capability, and cellular function).

Affirmation forms, including “Thank you for telling me when I am dreaming”, “Thank you for making me aware of when I am in a dream”, and hundreds of similar phrases, seem to have almost fully integrated into my normal thinking processes, although I still like to experience non-altered or “unscripted” dreams.