lucid

Non-Lucid
Actual Waking
False Awakening
Lucid
The dream setting is uninteresting, I'm facing the wall and I see the edge of the pillow and the face of the mattress. There's a vague sense of unreality that makes me think I'm dreaming, to test it I press my hand flat against the mattress and push. My palm breaks the surface like it is a pool of water and I reach down past the mattress into a strange place that is infinitely black.
Something drives me to a lighter sleep, it feels like waking but isn't. My boyfriend comes into the room and lays behind me, it makes me uncomfortable but I can't tell him to stop. He says something about going to the store and gets up. I can hear his keys jangling.
I descend once more, for a moment I'm confused about whether or not I'm awake. I press my hand down into the mattress, past it into the dark. My knuckles brush against a metal bar, then I feel a hand grip mine. At first I am startled and frightened, and I rip my hand free. The force of my extraction jars me almost unto waking.
I have some awareness that I'm not yet awake, I see the same view of my wall, the edge of the pillow and the face of the mattress. My mind sinks a fraction and I thrust my hand into the mattress. I immediately feel a small hand (about the size of my own) grip mine. It slips away so I reach further, this time with both arms clear up to my shoulders. My left cheek and ear descend as well, once my ear clears the mattress I can hear a woman screaming. Sometimes wordlessly, other times for help. I can't speak but I try to pacify her, all the same. This works for about two seconds. I have one of her wrists, I can make the shape of her arm. There is a very dim source of light nearby. I catch a glimpse of her face...and then she recognizes me.
"YOU!" She yells, it's accusatory and terrified, threaded with uncertainty for my motive. She wrenches herself from my grasp and, heart hammering, I retreat. I can't give up though. What kind of person would I be if I just left her there, all alone in the dark?
So, once more, I reach down. My knuckles brush the metal bar then her wrist. Her wild struggling and screams echo hollowly in the cavernous maw. I rear back, pulling her out through the mattress and collapsing backward, pulling with all my strength.
Honestly I was expecting to find Saja but she...is entirely different, if familiar. She is tiny, like Saja. Bird-boned with a pointed chin and high cheeks under ice blue eyes. She has light red-brown hair to her shoulders. I notice that she is naked, but while obviously feminine, her body could have belonged to a mannequin for all the details I didn't assign her form, and for all the notice I take of said nakedness. She's trying to catch her breath, laying there gasping. She seems...disgusted with me, but I don't know why. I glance away and then back at her, and she's suddenly gone.
Then I realize she's fused into my back, and her arms are hanging under mine. EEEEEEEEEE....WHYYYY?
I decide it's time to leave!
I take off down the hallway and out into the yard. (I used a door!) I reach up to grab the top of the brick privacy wall and climb up. While I'm doing it I wonder why I didn't use the gate, and decide that it's easier to stay lucid if I do things a different way. I get distracted by my (the woman's) extra arms flailing around....

There's a moment of vertigo and I wake briefly, this time for real, though I'm confused because my view is...the wall, the edge of my pillow and the face of the mattress.

When I fall back asleep, I am still in my room, the woman lays nearby. I remember my initial purpose when laying down for a nap. I wanted to get answers out of Liam, I wanted to try to find him to ask about the whole wanting me to die thing. So I repeat his name in my mind, a low mantra, and extend my right arm down into the darkness. I don't feel hands this time, much to my disappointment, but a scene lays itself out for me. It's a warehouse with two large, dim, circular light fixtures. They reveal a pool table and a vaguely familiar man with chin length dirty-blond hair. He wears a loose white shirt and one of the harnesses from Maze Runner. I see their story clearly, that I was once friends with them. The man I see is a serial killer ((*annoyed sigh*)), who at this point is wearing a very convincing person suit. The woman believes they are good friends, but this is before he betrays her and confines her forever to the Dark. He turns his eyes very slowly up to meet mine, jarring me to a lighter level of sleep. You know, this isn't the only time I've gone looking for Liam and found a serial killer instead. What exactly are you trying to say, subconscious?

Once more I find myself in my room, laying in bed. The woman is not here anymore, as far as I can tell she is no longer fused to my back. I rush down the hallway, out the front door and into the patio. I use the gate this time, because it's standing open, to get out to the driveway. The wind blows my hair across my eyes, annoying me, but I'm worried if I try to brush it back, the motion will wake me up. So I turn my face against the wind and let the next gust do it for me. The dream starts to break apart and I stop walking, hoping it will stabilize. That only makes it worse.
Keep moving,my subconscious whispers, it'll force your brain to keep creating images., I take my own advice and continue to the end of the driveway. I feel flush with pleasure when everything settles back into place. I want to see how far I can get and how different this is from reality, before I wake up. I get to the end of the cul-de-sac and there's an unsightly gap between the houses, the lawn there is all churned mud, and beyond that the landscape drops down. I can see a great city reaching out across the horizon, as far as I can see. But before that is a messy highway. Hmm.
I trip in the mud.
My leg jerks violently, interrupting the dream. I wake briefly.
Oops.
When I slip back under, I run outside and this time decide to go left. The street is much more interesting in this direction. I actually think I've visited this in a lucid before. The wind presses my glasses to my face...wait, I haven't worn glasses in years. It feels like when I use to fall asleep with them on. But I'm dreaming, I don't need glasses. I try not to think about it too hard, because that's what usually trips up my lucid commands. I instead blink slowly, and think about not needing them and POOF. They're gone. I grin, taking in the wide street, lined with trees. The next cross street is also wide, but there are white and red bricks in 3 ft walls at the edge of the sidewalk. I see a man riding either a golf-cart or a bicycle, it's hard to tell. He's an older gentleman, wearing mostly white, with a white beret and a plaid undershirt. He uh...notices that I'm lucid and grins. He then makes a show of reaching into his pocket and pulling out a coin. He throws it at me and I raise my hand to catch it (even though he's pretty far away) but the wind makes it go wild. I see it whip past and I see it, willing it into my hand. I feel the sharp slap of the coin against my palm and hold it up in triumph. He throws his head back and laughs, then gives me a thumbs up and a finger-gun, buddy-Christ-style.
The interaction makes me feel light, happy, and unspeakably amused.
I turn to continue exploring the street, but only make it a few more yards before waking.

2/13/15
325am wake from fantastic flying lucid dream. Starts with wife and I getting separated on these outdoor terraces and stairs in a nice setting somewhere overseas it seems like. I retrace my steps and try going where I think she ended up by going a new way and eventually find her with our fashion friend G who is having a show. The models are coming. We are inside this huge and busy fancy conference center wide hallway area and wife and G jump up on side wall to sit...no space for me so I stand. At some point I something catches my eye maybe this train carrying stuff for a traveling pro soccer team. We may be in England. I get on the train unknowingly and a guy comes delivering a slice of pizza like at a sporting event and I say not my order. Guy to my left claims it and I switch to a train going back the other direction so I can rejoin wife. I start swinging out from the train involuntarily at first but as it gets more and more fantastic flying and hanging on, I realize I'm dreaming and let go and fly. No longer concerned where my wife is I explore this huge conference center by air. It has different sections with different themes. Huge atrium. Huge auditorium. Big outdoor "Polish training" area on the rocky underside exterior (left side of complex). On same side is a parking garage and this is where I start to get the attention of security and start having flying issues where I decide I have a jet pack to assist and reach around my right back side to push the ignition button. That helps for a little while but I am now flying in a limited height area in the parking garage and security is trying to grab me. I throw a few bursts of energy from my hand but I feel a little tired of all of this chasing and let them pull me down and I wake up smiling. I am leaving a good deal of detail out (lazy, sorry) but the lucid section went on a good 10 minutes or more. Wow! Apple juice I think played a part in the vividness and wealth of visuals and scenes built after an early 3 hour WBTB. 353


*Jacuzzi threesome!! Walking past freshmen but big sports recruited freshmen and I convince a few of my group to call out "we smell (freshmen)!" (nothing like me to do this back in high school, much less now.) One guy with us says those guys will kick your ass. I think maybe they are recruited out of the ghetto and he probably has a point. Enough of that and we walk on. Memory gap and myself, wife and a sexy woman go into a separate hotel room from the rest of the group - this must be a dream! I head towards the big jacuzzi in our room get undressed and ask if anyone wants to join me. My wife climbs in and my hand motions to the sexy woman with us to climb in also. Their clothes disappeared in an instant when I looked back to invite them in. My wife didn't object and I held them each - wife on left and other woman on right and gently nudged them towards each other for a kiss. So hot!!! I think this went into an FA because I don't remember anything more after this.

I had one other sexual dream of a woman stripping bare in front of me but the memory is hazy I think I tried to go back in too many times and it was also a late late dream where I sometimes (but no more if I can help it) get a reduction of vividness and clarity. Not clear enough to mark as a 3rd LD, so I won't.


2/12/15
9am S has a little sister? No that's S (herself), her hair is just cut shorter. So cute in her bobbed haircut. Others here sitting in family room. Someone is performing or drawing attention and #deceasedFatherInLaw comes in standing tall and so much like I remember him. I almost say this is a dream out loud but I decide no need to. I am firmly lucid. I mess with a few DC's in the room and head towards the front of the house but that section is dark and the whole dream goes black. I stay calm and can feel I am still in the dream realm and decide to start to imagine my favorite water "rebirth." At first I get a slightly musty smell. Interesting. I start to feel the slight sensation of being in water and I wanted it to be significant waves but near shore and I started feeling it more and more but when I expected to see the shore I instead found myself indoors standing between a kitchen and family room. I see a door and am intrigued as to what might be on the other side. I open the door and it is dark and I don't want to lose visuals again so I keep one foot in the door and peek left and right. Visuals form down to the right but no DC's. It is 3 cubicle looking sections each with an old fashioned school desk facing a teachers desk in a very classic stereotypical scene. I look back inside the door where I came from and see a few DC's now including an attractive woman. I start to make out with her and lift up her top and while I am caressing her breasts her head becomes a boiling cooking pot full of some delicious looking beef stew. Weird! I then remember that I had some goals I wanted to do and I think about my memory pegs. I skip past peg 1 and 2 for some reason, perhaps because peg 3 was an older important goal I had forgotten about and hadn't re-prioritized until a day or two ago. The goal is to heal my back with a ball of white light. I decide two is better than one so I hold out both hands and just know and feel the white light in each hand and reach around to my back and place the white light on each side of my lower spine. It feels like it did something and I decide to reinforce the idea by bounding around the room pain free. (It seemed as if I hardly noticed the pain the next day, though I was sure the damage was still there based on less direct signs). After relishing my pain free back I pause to think about the next peg I wanted to do and seem to have trouble in the few seconds before fading all the way back to bed.

1045?Amazing dreamlets I continued with amazingly vivid clarity and very imaginative. Deep kitchen sink and swimming in clean water as a miniature.
Me tiny at my water fountain.
Me as a human looking at a tiny me to that me and then again down to an ant wondering into the nest through the tunnels and down to the queen ant.
Me in my bathroom downstairs. Enter toilet, nah. Sink drain, nah. Fresh water plumbing yes! House pipes to big main to treatment plant to aqueducts to reservoir to waterfall and river feeding reservoir to swimming with the salmon upstream!!! 1104 wake. (Not as good as an LD but amazing vividness for daydreaming).



2/11/15
sharing a bed with several people perhaps a hotel on a trip and I suggest laying sideways for more room for all. I end up next to #wifeSister #sisterInLaw and she doesn't mind that I see her in bra - I am dreaming - and we both get frisky. I touch her breasts and think about going downtown but not appealing to me. But! I stick my ahem in her mouth and she starts slow as if falling asleep then starts doing it how my very nicely like she is getting rather excited. Nice! Others on bed start moving around including wife. I don't seem worried. #GirlFriday is here also! She sits up on her knees on the bed and starts unbuttoning her red short shorts! She gets up and goes to corner just behind the door and finishes removing her shorts but just out of view. So hot! I think about shining my phone light over at her but have some doubt now.


Trippy elevator ride! Going up at angle again. Warpy feeling. We want to stop at 164th floor and we seem excited? Goes one past. stops several other floors before 165(?) picking up passengers.

Side notes:
Got a very bright white light at awakening in right corner of my right eye both 2/11 and 2/13 long before sunrise - completely dark!. Weird! Very strong hypnopompic hallucination. On 2/11 I noted: Bright light! I thought moon was shining through window into my eye but no! Even considered if a flashlight could have been weilded by someone. On 2/13 it was still fascinating but I had a better idea of what was happening.

My use of SSILD seems to have become too rote and I have switched over to dream control and dream sign based visualization as I fall to sleep especially at WBTB but it has also worked (resulted in an LD) after a seemingly too early WBTB after only 3 hours of sleep. Visualizations seem to be instrumental in creating DILD triggers. Some quick dream sign mantras the night of my most reliable dream sign (deceased father in law) may have played a part that night. I pretty much dependent on some form or length of WBTB to become lucid reliably.

Changing up RC triggers.

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

I've been inactive with DV for a while now due to just enjoying the holidays with my family and keeping on top of things in life, now I've gained some free time to catch up on things.

Lucid 1: Was out camping for about 8 days and one night just had a random lucid.
I was running out of a building towards a beach on a nice summer day, in the distance I could see a beautiful woman walking towards me, she was under a big Pohutukawa tree which was in full bloom. The beach was white sand and in my peripheral vision the ocean was to my left and green hills to my right. I seemed to realize it was a dream and contemplated becoming 'lucid', then thought "Yeah sure, might as well", and looked at my hands. I became lucid as I did this and it didn't last long, I felt the dream slipping away, then I remembered that spinning sometimes stabilized the dreamland so I gave it a shot... I start spinning in a circle and I feel the dream coming back to me again, but I felt like my lack of experience let the dream slip away in the end.

Dream:
Last night I remembered meeting my flat mate Oliver and seeing him talking to my other flatmate Phillip, I come out and say hi and he gives me a nod and smile.

Circumstances have caused a woman to temporarily move in with me; we're not romantically entangled in any way. At the moment I'm cooking breakfast and she's sitting at the table - she's asked for eggs benedict. I'm mentioning some gadget that was around in the 50s for cooking breakfast that I'd liked, I don't know why they don't make that one anymore.

As we're talking, at some point I make a reference to something else that had happened in the 50s, and she gets the reference and responds as if she was also there. The character side of me doesn't take notice of this, but the dreamer side of me finds it odd that she got that reference - I take this as an indication that she's also, if not immortal, at least significantly older than her appearance. It's also clear that she knows I'm not human, though the character side of me doesn't know she knows.

When I bring the food to the table, I say something to her and she responds with yes, father, and then immediately looks embarrassed. The character side of me takes it as a joke in response to what I'd just said to her - but the dreamer side of me is thinking, that explains it.

I'm dancing with a different woman in my apartment. She's got short black hair in this 20s finger wave look, deliberately trying to recreate that look from the past, but this is the 1990s, and she's mortal. The dreamer side of me thinks of the song we're listening to as 'bland, inoffensive 90s romance music.' She's describing some kind of dull pain that lasts for weeks on end, and asks if I can imagine living like that, expecting the answer to be no. I have, actually. I try to describe the actual sensation without being specific about the setting, but she figures it out immediately and gets excited: "The Inquisition? You were there?" She always gets excited about these big name historical events she's read about, and they're never the parts worth remembering.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Someone of no immediately identifiable gender, who has been on the road for a very long time, parks their truck outside my IRL home and starts to eat lunch, clearly believing that no one is around here during the daytime. When they see me watching them from the window they start to leave, but I stop them, telling them I don't mind them stopping here.

Unfortunately, the dream apparently took that as an open invitation. While I'm outside talking to them, a great deal of people walk into the house - a married couple under the misimpression that it's theirs now and all their relatives. When I confront them they quickly accept that an error has been made, but they still keep standing around in the house. Telling them to get out does nothing.

So I rephrase, framing it as a narrative instead of a command. "And the people walked out of the house."

And giving no indication that they've heard me, as if it's their own idea, they all turn and start making their way out of the house. I'm pleased by how easy and effective that was compared to trying to control through commands - admittedly I hadn't put any mental force behind the command here, but there wasn't any mental effort involved in the narrative approach either. They're moving more slowly than I'd like, so I continue narrating. "It's a beautiful day, so they all decided to go outside." I'm curious whether the weather will respond to that - it doesn't seem to, but then it was decent weather to begin with. They're all outside now, but they're milling around outside the door. "They all decided to go to the park to catch up with their relatives." They start moving toward the road, and the women closest to me have started discussing some cousin they haven't seen in a while. This is really wonderfully effective, I'll have to remember that in the future.

Before I start this particular journal, I haven't quit again, I was just loaded with so much homework that I couldn't touch my laptop for two weeks. I decided to buckled down and finish off everything, it was especially painful to not record any dreams this week because for some reason I was having a lucid dream every second night. The dreams were really short though and it seemed like I was being kicked out of the dream when I became Lucid. Last night however, I managed to finally stabilise the dream and actually enjoy myself for a little bit. I'm also going to add another colour for semi-lucidity because I got myself into a really weird situation while semi-lucid.

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Semi-Lucid
Lucid

Fragment:
I was infiltrating a building in hopes to gather some information about an enemy company. I was climbing floor after floor and sneaking past, or killing everyone to progress. I found my way to the top and found a glass container which I opened. I saw the hulk in the contianer and started to run. After a memory gap I was at the bottom floor and Bruce Banner was blocking my exit, there was an explosion and a huge piece of rubble hit him across the head. He began turing into the hulk and I knew I had to get out quickly, I ran up to him and punched him multiple times but he just grabbed me and threw me back. I grabbed ametal rod and hit him with that but it just made him angrier. He threw back his head and screamed and I took the chance to get out. The dream ended there.

I was at my school and Lucid for no particular reason, I prepared for everything to go blurry and wake me up but I didn't, in fact, everything became crystal clear and I saw a large group of people huddled by some lockers, I walked towards them but they began to disperse and break of into smaller groups, there were alot of people and I decided I would try to summon J. I tried my dream voice out and it seemed slightly muted but it sounded like me for the most part. I called out to J and turned around and she was there, I ran up to her to say hi but she looked disinterested and walked away. I decided to look for some of my other friends and found them at my locker talking. I walked up to I and asked if he wanted to hear something awesome, he said yes and I told him that he was in my lucid dream. He looked amazed and I decided to do something else. I walked back to the large group and looked towards the gates, I decided to summon an army and sure enough, an army of man sized flies flew out from the horizon and landed in the carpark. I ran towards them and decided I wanted to fly, my first jump failed, my second jump was higher than the first, my third jump was low gravity and I put my arms out to fly but came back to earth, I jumped higher than humanly possible and reached the fly-men before I hit the ground. I drop-kicked one of them and jumped again, punching another in the process. There was a memory gap and I found myself in a library giving a presentation on holograms to the fly people, the hologram looked awesome and I was playing around with it before I woke up.

I'm really happy with that, it was so much fun and I have no clue how I did it when I've been really busy over the past two weeks. I won't be able to do anything over the week now as I'm too busy but I can update my dream journal on the weekend.

Ritual: WTB 3am, woke several times before and after dawn but didn't WBTB, woke around 9:30am and put vibrating alarm on wrist, set for 24 minutes. Woke up too soon, before it went off, reset it. Next cycle effective.

EILD: I feel the pulse of the alarm on my left wrist, waking me, but remember to lay very still and see if I can maintain dream state. I experimentally move my hands and arms and from the sinuous and unimpeded sense of motion I'm convinced this is working, that I'm moving the dream body and not the physical one. I know I have to be careful not to overdo it and actually engage real motor functions, so I spend some time almost "dancing" in place with my arms, writhing them bonelessly like a snake dance, until I have enough sense of engagement with the dream body that I risk rolling out of bed. I can't walk yet: I can barely crawl over the rug. I know I need to engage the environment, so I stare at the carpet, noticing the texture of the pile. I'm pleased when I spot a piece of random detritus under my dresser, because something unexpected means the dreamstate is gaining momentum. To gain traction I focus on physical sensations, running my hands over the carpet and even bending lower to rub my cheek against it. Even though I've done this many times before I'm still impressed with the vividness of the sensation, it feels so scratchy and real.

When I feel sufficiently engaged with my dream body, I manage to stand upright and walk. I easily recall my plan to work on memory—carefully though! I don't want to actually wake myself up. Trying to remember where I went to sleep seems unnecessary, as I still haven't left the bedroom. What about the date? I'm pretty sure it's February... I don't want to think harder to get the precise date lest that efffort wake me. (It's worth nothing that I usually have to think just as hard to remember the calendar date in WL. Usually I just look at my phone because it's easier.)

I start walking through the hall toward the kitchen. What other memory should I try to access? I know, what have I been reading lately? I'm pretty sure I came up with the correct general impression, but even as I write this, details of my waking life knowledge of this topic are corrupting and crowding out the dream recollections to the point where it is hard to be sure how specific my answer was. At any rate, in the dream I felt satisfied with my level of memory access and moved on.

As I entered the kitchen I noticed something peculiar: even though I was in a very accurate mental model of my house and had a strong access to waking recollection, and had even managed to access WL memory without disrupting the dream state, it had not in the least improved it either. I had a good sense of tactility (I find that the easiest sense to maintain), but as so often in early WILDs (which this effectively was though induced by EILD technique), my vision was still extremely poor. The haziness was mitigated by the fact that I was in a dream version of my house, as I almost am at the start of dreams of this type, so I "knew" what was around me and that knowledge could help make up for the lack of visual clarity. Perhaps that is partly why my mind instinctively frames such dreams in this way, in addition to the straightforward logical continuity of entering the dream from a mental model of the same place I went to sleep. It moreover suggests that from the start of WILDs I always instinctively remember where my WL body is sleeping, even if I am not paying deliberate attention to the fact.

I wondered if concentrating would clean up my vision but there was no improvement— it's too bad I didn't think of Fryingman's awesome technique, which I only read about last night, of "taking off the blurry glasses." I figured I should try to clean it up in the usual way, interacting with the dreamstate until it naturally clarified and brightened. Meanwhile, I thought about the other tasks I had been planning. Most important was the elusive forest. After many tries fruitlessly trying to reach it on foot, I decided that I need to stop chasing it, since I seem to be encountering a mental block, and instead will it to manifest around me. I also remembered another task that I've been wanting to try for ages but never managed to think of when dreaming (so maybe this memory trick is working after all?) My idea was to see if I could "play" my WoW character, a Forsaken, and explore the Undercity. I murmur her name aloud, but decide to save that for another time—right now my main goal is to work on the forest.

I stand squarely in my kitchen and start to visualize myself surrounded by trees. There is a tall houseplant to my right with feathery foliage: it must be the little potted tree I used for Christmas, a Norfolk pine. I reach out and grasp its soft needles with my right hand, thinking this will help focus my thoughts on the forest I am attempting to conjure. Intriguingly, I fail to notice the spatial discrepancy: although the real tree is only a few feet from where I dreamed it, in WL it is now outside on the patio rather than inside the house.

Unfortunately, this is as close as I get to manifesting anything like a forest before my husband comes into the room. I figure he'll just ignore me because I am dreaming—and oddly I make the assumption, as I seem so often to do in the dreamstate, that I am encountering the real-life version of him even though I know I am dreaming. Maybe it is this tendency that makes some people interpret dreams so closely modeled on RL spaces as "OBEs". But I am thrown into confusion when my husband looks right at me and starts talking. What does it mean? How can he possibly see me? Could I have been wrong in my conviction that so-called "OBEs" are a naive misinterpretation of certain kinds of LDs; might I really be "projecting" an image of myself into the waking world? This still doesn't seem plausible, but the only alternative I can think of is that I am actually awake. (Note the dream logic: despite the generally high level of memory access and mental function in this dream, I completely fail to consider the most likely— and as it turns out correct—alternative, that the encounter with my husband is nothing more than a projection of my dreaming imagination.)

So am I awake or dreaming? I'm not sure anymore. It feels like a dream, and I'm still not seeing my environment very clearly, but maybe I'm still groggy and bleary from having just gotten up. How could I be confused about this, though? Although there are plenty of times that I'm fully convinced I'm awake and turn out to have been dreaming, not once have I ever been fully convinced I was dreaming and turned to be awake. It doesn't occur to me to try any of the typical RCs, but I focus my attention inward, on my sense of bodily awareness, to try to figure this out. I've often noticed that my dream body is characterized by a peculiar kind of inward vibration radiating from the area of my solar plexus—this impression used to be very strong and distinct, especially when flying, but it has become much less noticeable as I've grown more experienced. I think I can sense it now but it is very faint.

My husband is still talking, and although I am too perplexed to follow what he is saying, he seems to be complaining about some bad habit of mine. "...twenty-one times a day," he concludes. Apparently that's how often I do the thing that has been annoying him. Does it have something to do with my dream practice?

The encounter has now totally disrupted my concentration on the forest task, so I turn around and approach the patio door, thinking I'll just go outside. The weather looks lovely, cloudy and wet. "Hey, it's raining," I comment aloud, and anticipate how nice it will be to feel the cool water on my skin. I start to take off my sweater so I'll have something dry to put on when I come back in (it doesn't occur to me how odd it is that I'm wearing a sweater if I supposedly just got out of bed) and pull open the door.

"Don't, we have to leave," warns my husband. I recall (correctly) that he wanted us to go out on an errand today, but even if I am somehow actually awake, it must still be mid-morning. I assumed we were going in the afternoon, why would he want to leave so early? With these thoughts the dream is finally disrupted and I wake up.

Note: On the way to my laptop to write things down, I remember the silent alarm still on my wrist and look at the time. It reads 20:42, and it was set for intervals of 24 minutes, which means the whole dream played out in just under three and a half minutes. Of course, then it took an hour and a half to fully record, which is maybe why it's a good thing I don't LD every night, lol.

WILD/DILD (?) - i don´t know exactly how i got into this dream but i am exploring and refining a WILD approach and so i think it had something to do with it ( in my experience many DILDs result from WILD attempts and vice-versa)

Very short lucid: So i realize i am dreaming. I am with a clone of myself and i am touching it and playing with it, looking at it and whatnot..I think to myself that if i can have a clone in my dreams maybe i can remain lucid for a longer time.

1. I'm walking through a building, and there are basically no lights. Whatever building I am in, everything looks as if I was in some extremely prison. Suddenly my awareness kicks in and I become Lucid. I look around me, and I am completely by myself. I can hear talking, but it sounds like its really far away from me. "I know what I'll do," I thought to myself, "I'll have sex with a hot babe"(how typical, I know).
For some reason I am in a crouched position. Something tells me to stay in that position so I do. Staying crouched, I slowly walk out of the room to see what's up. Outside of my room, everything was more spacious and expanded. I remember looking behind me when I heard footsteps, and I saw that someone was running at me. I don't have time to run, and I have no idea what to do. Suddenly I am transported into my room.
Now I am standing in my room, and it's nighttime. Everyone seems to be asleep in the house as well. All of the lights in my room are off except for a small yellow night light in the corner. Because of how strong the night light was, I could see fairly well. What had happened? I didn't really want to teleport and somehow I did. How, what, who, where, and why, where all the questions going through my mind. It's like something/someone knew I was in trouble, and so they helped me out.
I look at my bed and it looks like a mess. All the sheets are messed up. On the ground next to my bed, my comforter is balled up into a sphere and is just sitting there. I look back at my bed and I see that another comforter is on my bed now, rolled out perfectly. Suddenly I hear somebody walking up the steps. Who could it be this late at night? The footsteps continue. Finally they get all the way up the stairs and I can hear them approaching my room. Out of instinct I realize that it is my sister. I don't want her to bother me so I run to my door, close it, and then I hold my body against the door so she can't open it.
She comes to my door and starts banging on it. I then feel her start ramming the door with her whole body just trying to get it. Suddenly my foot slips on my carpet and I lose balance. At this point she rams into my room. I get up and ask her, "What are you doing? Get out of my room". She then starts telling me how she doesn't have to and why she shouldn't and everything else. In fact, it gets so annoying that I actually fall into non-lucidity.

I was in my room. There were big ants everywhere and they were behaving strangely. At some point I realised I was dreaming and counted my fingers: 11 in one hand. I stopped to think what I'd do next, so I first shouted "clarity now" and "all of my dreams are lucid". I remembered the advanced task about the candy store and decided to go for it.

Going down the stairs to the street, I thought the door would be open and it wouldn't be cold outside. I was surprised how the dream let me control it and it was very vivid. Once on the street, a classmate joined me. We walked for a few minutes until I decided for a building, and put all my intent in making it a candy store. It looked like a restaurant from the outside, so I stopped by the door, feeling skeptical. A group of people entered the building and a girl said to me: "we'll wait in the same order we entered". I didn't mind going after them, so I let them first and followed them. Inside, the building looked like a shop to buy bathroom items (sinks and toilets and stuff), so I felt a pang of disappointment, but I wasn't going to give up. We went to the shop assistant, and as we were drawing closer, behind him appeared a truckload of candies. After the other group bought their candies, it was my turn. I asked him for the strangest candy he offered and he gave me a black little kind of sponge, 2x2cm, with a white and green sign in the middle. He said it tasted like Red Bull. I had a bite, but I've never had Red Bull before, so my brain was like "taste not found", and it didn't taste like much, maybe just a bit sweet.

I was super excited when I went out of the candy store and told my classmate, who still was with me, it'd be great if she could remember this dream too. She said she doubted she'd be able to and I told her some people believe in shared dreaming, but that in this case she was just a projection of my dream.

I remember waking up to the sound of my alarm about 5 minutes before I had to actually get up.
I told myself that I would need to get about 2 more minutes of sleep then I would get up for school.

Upon awakening I got up and looked at my hand and I grew a 6th finger thats how I knew I was lucid. I Immediately ran down to the kitchen and hurled open the door, everything was getting fuzzy thus making me rub my hands together. Everything was stable. I looked across the street at the BMV and tried to throw a boulder at it, but it didnt work( this being my longest lucid dream , so I wasnt to sure what I was capable of yet ill be sure to take it in steps next time and not rush into anything ) At the next moment I tried to imagine myself flying , but my feet only gave me a gentle little hover before calmly fading back down to the pavement.

Then I awoke.

Wake Induced Lucid Dream using visualization and hypnagogic imagery (consciously awake with body asleep).

I entered this dream lucid, and I was following a man and woman as we walked through glass doors into bright daylight. I said, “Hey, I’m lucid!” with total excitement! They both instantly turned inwards and looked at me, and then at each other, with a questioning look. I unfortunately woke, but I remained perfectly still and focussed on getting back in there.

I again entered a dream lucid, and found myself walking in a mall, surrounded by people. Right beside me was a couple, and they were both really tall and fit. I spoke what I was thinking, “Wow, are you ever tall! How tall are you?” The woman gave me a dumbfounded look and said, “I’m 6 foot 3.” I replied, “Holy smokes you’re tall, you must be good at sports!” She gave me one of these stereotypical looks and mumbled, “Whatever.”, and walked away. To my right was a restaurant lounge area full of people, so I decided to go in there and explore.

Standing alone in the restaurant was this dazed, sleepy looking woman in her early 20’s (very pretty). She seemed totalled spaced out, and I thought maybe she’s also a dreamer, so went up and put my hand on her shoulder and asked how she was doing. She slowly became focussed and said, “I’m doing fine.” I introduced myself and we started to ‘chit chat’ as we walked around the bar area. I forget what we were talking about, but it was everyday stuff. After about 3 or 4 minutes she started to look really tired and despondent, so I put my arm around her waist to hold her up, and I said, “Don’t fall asleep, please stay a bit longer!”, and she slurred, “I can’t help it.” A couple of dream figures came running up to me to ask what I was doing. I said, “She falling asleep and she needs to return to her bed.” I laid her down on the floor, and she quickly passed through the floor like she was laying in quicksand. When her body was half way through the floor, her clothes and body morphed into the appearance of ceramic tile (This was very cool).

My boss from work walked up to me and said, “Hi!”, and then my vision faded to black, but I could still hear everybody talking in the restaurant. I yelled, “I can’t see anything, keep talking to me until my vision comes back, please!” I chatted with my boss for about 30 seconds, and then everything came back with perfect clarity. By this point there was about a dozen dream figures standing around, and three of them were my childhood friends, Glen, Julian, and Bruce. I looked at them and said, “We’re dreaming right now!”, but nobody seemed to agree with me so I said, “Or maybe this is your reality?” Julian looked at me and said, “Sure, that’s it.”

We all stood around chatting for a bit, and then I said to Julian, “Lets bounce!” We jumped up and then slowly floated down, and every time we went higher and higher. The restaurant ceiling was at least 30 feet up, and Julian unexpectedly flew up about 20 feet and then came speeding down onto his butt causing a shock wave to go through the entire restaurant. We all found this really amusing, and we laughed real hard, so I decided to give it a try (show off my lucidity skills).

I decided to fly up real high, so I could get some speed when I was coming back down, but I was looking downward as I flew up, and then I accidentally hit the restaurant’s ceiling with my back. The entire restaurant ceiling bowed and distorted upwards into a dome, and then the walls caved inwards. People started to scream and shout, and all my friends took off running. I quickly decided to fly back down and blend into the crowd, but the ceiling was stuck to my back, and I stretched downward to within 10 feet of the floor. ‘All hell broke loose’ when the ceiling let go of my back and shot upwards! People were running around frantically, and the roof was coming down in pieces, with water was pouring everywhere! The bartender angrily shouted, “Who’s doing this, I can’t stand it!” The last thing I saw was water pouring down on top of the bartender, as he frantically tried to hold his counters in place. Then I woke up.

I was in third person point of view when I began witnessing two guys arguing. It appear to be late night, the two eventually push each other and quickly left. That is when the scenery had change. I found myself sit down in father room with 2 other people. One guy name was Ricky and somehow I knew that. The other person was inhabiting one of the corners in the room. It was a disc that appear to be floating had a smiley face and a glowing aura around it. I notice it hovering over my clothes so I decided to approach it. The more I got closer to the hovering disc the more it distance itself from me.

It must not like me I thought to myself. I decided to step away from it. I then started talking to Ricky to find out what's going on. Soon though it occurred to me that a hovering disc with a smiley face is an easy sign to know that I am dreaming. I went over to grab my journal to see if it's the exact same as it is in waking life. The words were different but at least it made sense. Ricky soon left to where I yelled through the close window that we got to fight some day. I punch the window which cause a large impact with the other items in the room.

This reminded me that I was still dreaming. I attempted to phase through the window but was unsuccessful. I open father front door to the living room and open the back door. It was partially clouded but with some sun piercing through. I then phase through the blinds and began my jog through the grass to a near hill. Then the environment became unfamiliar to me. I saw a few wet puddles on the road, I purposely step on one of them to see if it mimic the feeling correctly. It was exactly correct and felt real. I quickly reminded myself that I am still dreaming.

The weather was beginning to change to a more stormy windy scene. I then realize I was lost and had no other direction to navigate through the pool area. Then like before in another one of my lucid dreams, a ranger appeared. He ask me am I another guest waiting to enter the pool? I said no, I am trying to figure a way to continue walking east. He pointed to a rock stairway and told me to slide through the fence. I thank him to where I continue walking. Before I cross paths with him, he ask how many verbs did I know?

I told him some but that I am still working on my vocabulary. I found myself in a park, there were kids playing sports and doing track. I decided to watch them in till I felt the need to join in. The weather has now become a thunder storm which intensified the experience playing with them. However I soon woke up. Lucidity time: 7 minutes

After being relentlessly attacked by mummies, I manage to escape and find 3 people outside. I ask them if they could help me? They all agreed as the one guy check for any further assistance. The other woman check in to the apartment I recently escape from. That person soon confirm that there was some sort of monster lurking around. That's when she ask me if I was beaten anywhere by it? I said yes and pointed to all the spots I felt were beaten by it. I also said that I was beginning to feel dizzy and that their voices were growing faint.

We all begin walking so I could find a hospital to recover in. I soon find myself waking up from a hospital bed. I must've passed out on the way here. As I re-evaluate what happened to me. I become lucid. My vision was a bit distorted though. I soon notice that the person who help me was sitting down near by. Once she was aware that I was awake, she showed a picture claiming that I was the young toddler in it. She then ask me do I see another person in the picture? I agreed and could see the person on the far right. She then ask me if it was a man or a woman?

I got sunk in to the device she was using to get a closer look. I stare at the person face to confirm that the person in the photo was a man. That's when I woke up. Lucidity time: 23 seconds

I woke up a 4, struggled with recall, got nothing. I got up for about 5 minutes, did some state tests and set my intent to recognize my next dream. I went back to bed and practiced MILD. I tossed and turned for what seemed like a very long time. I checked my phone and the time was 4:58. I realized I still had an hour to sleep so I rolled over and tried to get to sleep. Almost immediately i felt the "sleep onset body buzz" and started to see some mild HI, mostly lights and simple patterns. The dream follows:

i am at a run down strip mall. most of the storefronts are abandoned and on my left. there is an ice cream shop at the far end of the stores. i am on my bike riding slowly. i see a woman who i think i know (middle school girlfriend all grown up?) drive by as a passenger in a silver sedan. i keep riding and ahead i notice the silver car drive off, the woman is not in it. the driver is an overweight man with round glasses, wearing a faded red tshirt. i ride past the ice cream shop and see the woman seated at a little round cement table at the end of the row of stores. i ride past her and make a little left turn , headed up a concrete switchback ramp. The ramp looks like it would lead up to a second level of the strip mall. I see the first turn in the switchback and know that i am dreaming. "im dreaming, im dreaming." i say i decide to ride into the wall, everything gets bright and clear, very defined, i wake up.

I rolled over and checked my phone, it was now 5:05. The interval between falling asleep and recognizing the dream was probably about 3 minutes! Unfortunately the dream was very short.

Wow! What a night! I had an OBE-like experience, a Lucid, and 3 FA - while doing 3 times the Raduga technique and feeling the separation! Wow!
Well, went to bed at 23:30, WBTB at 05:00 for 15 mins and back to sleep with my Rem Dreamer - lights only. I said to myself that if I succeed in Raduga again, this time I will be in my house - I will have an OBE (wanted to see if expectation matters, as it should). It took me some time to sleep (about 45 mins) and at some point I found myself in bed remembering the dream I just had. I thought I was late - some time has passed since awakening - but nevertheless I tried the Raduga separation technique. I felt a moving sensation, not strong but it was there. I alternated techniques, moving my limbs and then my body, and relaxing at the same time. I felt I was being dragged but not strongly as usual - I struggled to separate. But then in an instant, I floated out and I was flying in my living room! It was dark but I could see that it was my living room (and after awakening, quite strangely, it was - no false memory this time). I landed and walked a little bit - a sofa was out of place (I knew it then and same thing after awakening) and ...the RD lights went on - in bed again... Tried the separation again and in a few seconds, strong moving sensation again and I am thrown in darkness. I do a RC (nose pinch), negative at first and positive (breath through) a few seconds later! I am in total darkness. I take my RD mask off in order to see, but no use. I imagine I wear black glasses and take them off - no sight again. Then I just imagined seeing around and simply waited... A few seconds later I started seeing, and I was there: in a blue room decorated with stars. I'm wearing a silver spacesuit also with stars and the room is like a child's room, decorated with stars and planets - very beautiful.

I feel my hands in the gloves and try to stabilize by rubbing them and touching around and it's quite steady by now - not perfect, but steady. I'm very happy and I say my pre-planned affirmations: I am Lucid dreaming every night and I'm always calm and peaceful. Meanwhile, the dream starts to destabilize... I have difficulty speaking and... my wife moves in bed and the RD lights go off again... I am in bed and in apparently no time I had a FA. I take my RD off and take notes about my lucid, when the RD lights flash again...I am in bed and tricked by a normal dream... RD Lights flash again and this time I concentrated and started the separation again. I feel the movement sensation quite strongly, but as I am about to separate, my wife turns around again (she was very tired and didn't sleep well) and I am back to bed.... slowly I take my RD mask off (for real) and take notes on all this....WoW, what a night!