lucid

Tough night. WBTB around 5:30, had some recall but lost it, can't get back to sleep
Get up around 8? Head to kitchen with laptop waiting to get sleepy again, after about an hour come back to bed, and sloooooowly, slooooooowly, slooooooowly head towards sleep. It takes forever. I'm getting SO CLOSE to sleep but not making the transition, mind's just too active. I get a hypnic jerk at one point. Try on both sides, back, get close but no sleep. Decide to bring out "the nukes", the position of last resort, on the stomach. Head to the right of the pillow, and yes it works its magic yet again, I get a short dream:

+ attacked by a gypsy pick-pocket gang, I throw an elbow at a guy who's grabbing my backpack and I wake up from the movement.

I'm walking and look down and see my waist bag is open, I'm concerned this may attract thieves so I'm working on zipping it shut. I notice that I'm in a small crowd of dark gypsy looking guys in dark clothing, they're starting to swarm around me and I'm very aware of this, I stop walking and take a step back but the really short guy stops too and stays close to me, I feel another guy go around my back and grab my backpack, I throw a powerful right elbow around to take him out and this movement wakes me up, perhaps partially moving in bed.

OK that was a dream, finally. Switch my head to the left side of the pillow and fall back asleep.

+ in school, unmarked doors, looking for French class, nervous about the French competition

I'm on the ground floor of a school building, I'm with a female classmate, feels like high school age-wise. I'm looking for my French class, I think it's around this place but on the upper floor. We go up the stairs and at the top of the stairs is an unmarked door, painted black. You just have to know it's a door there's no other indication. I say to the girl, "I've been here a while and I still can't get used to this (hidden) doors!" I push the door open and you have to step carefully over the door jam on the bottom which is at least 6 inches tall extending up from the ground.

We're walking down the hallway and I'm looking for Madame "R"'s room (junior high French teacher) I think it's the next room to the left. I poke my head into the room tentatively and there's a class with a teacher there, I think I see French words on the blackboard, I ask, "C'etait Francais?" Then I ask in a different foreign language since I can't think of the right French words, "which class level?" They answer "fifth," I'm beyond that level so I move on down the hallway.

There's a French competition and I must participate, I'm nervous because I know my vocabulary has really fallen behind so I won't do well.

+ in a 2nd floor room with glass walls wearing a towel, view of a crowded plaza down below, kids on the ledge, I kick them out, one follows me back in; back out again, topless waitress in the crowd; walking among the buffet tables

I'm standing in a room wearing just a towel, and I look out through the glass window/walls and see there's a crowd of people walking around on the level below. I approach the glass to look better but I see there are a bunch of young people sitting on the ledge, some of them turn back to look at me. Then they get up and enter the room but there's no open window. I'm angry with them they use this room like a thoroughfare to get out on to the ledge. I shoo them all outside then re-enter my room. One of them follows me in and I'm annoyed by this at first, but then a lightbulb goes off and a pretty lengthy "fun time" follows. Transition/wake? after a while

Transition/Afterwards, I'm walking outside among people, checking out some busty ladies wearing bikinis? on the other side of the glass wall. One really massively endowed (waitress?) is pulling her skimpy bikini top forwards adjusting herself and I get an eyeful before she makes eye contact and I'm shy and avert my gaze. She replaces the top which barely still covers things.

Walking through a serious of tables laid with a lot of food, some of it quite strange. I either replay or walk around again looking at the stuff again.

+ (lucid) making out with a a pretty blue-eyed blonde who keeps getting too tall.

I'm walking through a crowd which is facing me. I looking at faces to choose a pretty girl, at some point I get lucid. I'm looking at a brunette but behind her a pretty blue-eyed blonde grabs my attention (interesting, I'm mostly a brunette guy these days), get that "zing" feeling. Walk up to her, she's standing on my left now, and she's *tall*. Heck, she's practically a head taller than *me* (I'm over 6 feet), "you're tall!" I say. I put my hands around her shoulders backwards facing her and pull down on her shoulders to make her shorter. When she's below my head I take her into my arms and kiss her for a bit. Pull back, walking through the crowd "to my room" for privacy, forget that it will take too long, kiss her again, she's tall again, pull her down to make her short again, kiss some more, really feel the lip contact well, dream fades and I wake up moving my lips a bit haha….

After trying to go back in for a bit I go over the dreams again and a get up, it's now 12 noon. Yes it took me that long to get back to sleep. But I'm stubborn.

I've decided I'm going to keep doing this unit I learn how to fall asleep quickly. I "found" a feeling of mind/body at one point that was very relaxing, mostly concentrating on the breath. I will continue searching for this.

WBTB is the key clearly to LDing, and I will get much much more into it in 2015.

I entered 2014 with a LD on January 1st, and I'm leaving 2014 with a lucid on December 31st. Great way to lead into 2015 which will be a banner year for LDing for me I know! Finish of my first full calendar year LDing.

December 30, 2015

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I've Gotten Soft

I was a wolf, and was worried that I'd gotten soft, because I was hanging out with a bear and a beaver. But then some bad human was scheming something; he wanted to catch the animals where I lived by laying traps for them.

I switched to being the beaver or some other small mammal, and warned the wolf that what the bad human brought to our home was going to seem like it was a good thing, but was actually going to destroy our world... But the wolf smelled some pot pies on an island across the river from where we stood. I think we had been on a railroad track, right next to the opening of a tunnel. When we got to the small island with the pot pies on it though, we started pulling weeds because we wanted the place to be beautiful. This somehow foiled the bad human's plans, and he was moaning and grieving back on the train tracks.




I woke up from this random and short dream, but wasn't ready to get up yet, so I tried to fall back asleep. I usually have my best dreams at these moments... I wasn't disappointed. I had this dream next:

Beach Fun

I was on a beach with my family. My brothers and I were playing a sort of shooting game, where we had to see how close to shooting each other we could get without actually hitting each other. The guns suddenly turned into those nerf dart guns after a squabble where I apparently shot too fast consecutively. My little brother shot me and the dart stuck right to my chest. Then I shot my big brother three times; in the arm, the neck, and the hip.

After our battle, we all wanted to go for a walk along the shore. But we had a lot of stuff out with us, so we had to go take it to the car so it would be safe. The car was all the way at the back of the parking lot though, so we had to walk a ways. Dad said he would bring the car around after the first load of stuff, so that we wouldn't have to walk so far next time. I spotted an open parking spot much closer to the beach, and suggested we just move the car there.

On the way to the car, I looked into the woods to my left and noticed huge giraffe replicas. I'm talking like seven-story building tall giraffes. There were maybe 6 or 8 of them, all posed as if walking to the beach to our right. They looked just like real giraffes, just much bigger. To my right, there were some large pelican statues. One of them had its wings out as if beating them to scare enemies away. For some reason my big brother then hatched out of a giant egg near the pelican statues. I was a bit confused, but he seemed to think it was totally normal. We crossed a small pedestrian bridge that was more like a large log over the water, and the ground shook momentarily. I looked up and saw the neck of one of the large giraffes moving. I was scared that they were coming to life and were going to smoosh us, but they didn't. It looked at me, then moved back to its original position and everything stopped moving again...

At this point, my consciousness was slightly shifted; I was The Doctor, but I was still me. If that makes sense. I looked in the woods to the left again, and saw about five Tardises. I blinked, and they were gone. I was very excited, because another Tardis meant there might be another Time Lord than me! My family all went back to the beach area, and I snuck back out to the woods to find the other Time Lords. It was dark now, and when I saw the 5 of them again, I was so exstatic. I wasn't alone! But as I drew nearer, they started morphing from blue Police Call boxes into red Phone Boothes, and I paniced. They all started randomly phasing in and out of Tardis, and never seemed to stay as a Tardis by the time I reached them.

I finally managed to catch one of them as it was blue, but then Emma Stone walked out of it and the sound of flushing came to my mind. They were all just porta-potties, and I'd just been too excited. Emma was drunk as all get out, though. She was stumbling and looked like she was going to vomit again. I helped her get to her cabin, only about fifty feet from the potty. Her mom was inside, and they both thanked me so much and almost worshipped me for some reason. They invited me to a festival that was happening the next day, but I was already going with my family, so I declined.

Flash forward to my family and I leaving the spot on the beach again. My mom and I are in Yukatas, and we are headed for the festival. The parking lot was lined with all sorts of stalls, and my mom wanted to take pictures of me all over the place. But I couldn't see any of the giant giraffes anymore. This made me suspect I was dreaming, so I looked down to my hands, and noticed I had an extra pinky finger on my right hand. I was dreaming!

I wanted to set off a firework, which was perfect, because I was at a festival. There were usually fireworks at these things, right? I looked behind a few stalls, because that's where I thought they would have fireworks stored for later. After a few stalls, I found a stash. I grabbed some of the biggest ones, and stuffed them into the folds on my Yukata. Normally, they shouldn't have had any business fitting, but it was a dream. Yukatas are apparently like a Tardis; bigger on the inside.

I decided to wander for a bit, and noticed something fishy about the trees all around me. I shuffled behind a bush, and inspected the bases of the trees. They turned out to be made of metal. The trunks were cut into strips at the bases, and then bent outwards slightly to create a slight fanning out. It was kind of beautiful, in a way. I appreciated the artistry and patience of whoever could have created a whole forest of metal trees that looked so real.

I wanted to set off the fireworks now, but it was still light. I closed my eyes and willed it to get dark, envisioning the sun setting. When I opened my eyes, it was still light, but when I looked through the metal branches and leaves of the trees above me, I could see the sun moving fast through the sky. In about 20 seconds it was sunset. The sun slowed a bit, and the sunset lasted a few minutes, it was beautiful, but the trees blocked a lot of the colors. Soon, it was dark enough for fireworks.

I hopped on over to the beach, flying through a small path in the woods that lead to the water. I stuck the fireworks in the sand near the water (but not close enough for them to get wet), and realized I had no matches. I could have tried sticking my hand in my pocket... But I wanted to try it Roy Mustang style. I went back to the tree-line, and snapped my finger a couple times, expecting there to be fire when I did. It took a few tries. When I was confident I could summon the flames this way, I aimed and snapped a bolt of fire at the fuses for the rockets. It worked, and this made me want to try other things with fire...

(Backstory required here... When I was a kid, two of my friends and I would spend our time creating elaborate fantasy worlds in which we each controlled an element and ruled over a kingdom. I ruled over fire, and even made a whole story back this world. Anyways, I wanted to try some of the things "I" could do in this fantasy world of mine)

I wanted to try making a disc of fire that I could stand on. I'd spent so long thinking about how these things worked while writing the story, so I just did what I had imagined many times already, and it worked pretty well. It was familiar and nostalgic. I held out my hands and there it was. I moved it up, down, side to side a bit before stepping onto it.

But I remembered the fuses on the fireworks just as they went off. I also wanted to follow the firework so I could watch from the inside, so I shot off after it. I'm not sure if I was flying with the flame disc or if I'd just left it hovering there. I caught up to the firework, and then it went off, and it was so cool. It wasn't so much firework-looking as just flashes of color blinding everything else out of my vision. It lasted a lot longer than a normal firework. There was a sort of pinkish orangish background haze around me, and lots of lines of colors shooting out from where my feet were. Some shimmers and sparkles, too.

When it was over, I just hovered in the air for a bit. I was a little dazed, and felt the dream destabilizing, so I tried rubbing my hands together. I've never tried that to keep a dream, so I wasn't sure how well it would work. I just then remembered a dare I'd seen for anyone. I wanted to get into those dares. The only one I could think of, which randomly popped into my head then, was to fall from a height without slowing down, or something like that. Something about hitting the ground at full speed.

The dream was a little fuzzy, but the rubbing was helping a little bit, so I darted over a bit so I would be above the sand, and not the water like I was right then, and hovered for a bit. This took a lot of mental preparation for me; falling is maybe my biggest fear, and it's that way because of a dream I had when I was little... So even though it was a dream, I still felt scared and in danger. I had my hands balled into fists, so I decided that the signal to fall would be un-clenching my hands and spreading my fingers... but the dream destabilized again and I woke up.

I found myself in my 4th grade classroom and everyone task in it were to pick up as many chocolates as possible. I manage to find a couple of good ones on a tree bark and place them in my hoodie. I then ate one that was crumbled up and was soon stop by a student. The student wanted to show me the pan of fried caramel he had. A few students including myself back up from the student holding the frying pan. I decided to place one of my fingers on to it and quickly I took it off. I then walk over to my assign seat. I notice the kids I was seating next to were having their hands to their bags waiting for the bell to go off.

I try to pack my things quickly and that is when it ranged. All the students got up and ran. I and some others decided to stack up everyone chair before leaving. I am walking in the hallway and drop my light blue pencil. I went to pick it up and notice that I had pass my 4th grade teacher. I turn around to say later, she tells me bye. I kept walking to the end of the hallway toward the double doors, wondering why she chose the word bye. I open the doors and pass a few student which made me drop my black hoodie.

I went over to pick it up and walk toward the bus stop. I began thinking it's odd that I am older and yet still I attend my 4th grade classroom. The scenario for the bus stops made me realize I am dreaming. I began walking over to a broken wooden ledge, with a huge hole to the ground. I pass over to the next wooden ledge and could hear two people arguing somewhere. I would later find out that was the television my father was watching. I enter a wooden cabin and I pick up a long nicely crafted wooden pole. Then I saw a door filled completely in a white light.

I assume this is where all the noise was coming from. I enter in it and had an FA. Lucidity Time: 23 seconds.

#395 - SSILD - 5:00AM

I somehow become lucid and have some impossible sex with my wife. At one point I am filled with something like guilt; I wasn't going to use a LD for sex. However, it is my wife and I am really enjoying it so, what the hell?

Spoiler for sex details:

I was going to leave out the details but it's odd enough to mention. First I started with making her give me a blow job. By the end of it, I was giving her oral while simultaneously having traditional sex in the missionary position. I thought how odd this was but remembered that anything can happen in a dream. I pay close attention to the feeling of her vagina on my mouth and enjoy every sensation to the fullest.

I must have enjoyed myself a little too much because, I eventually lose lucidity and find myself in something like and FA. We are in my old bedroom at my parents old place and D.N. from work has set up his office in a small section of the room. He has interrupted my love making with my wife and I scramble to find my clothes. I am pissed and embarrassed at his intrusion and have a lot to say about it. My mom shows up and I loudly tell her how the "asshole" woke me up and hour early. I go downstairs to have breakfast but my dad is being obnoxious and I leave the house.

*Memory gap*

Something about being a truck driver. I need to unload my trailer but another trucker gets in first. My memory is bad here, but this is what I think must have happened: As I wait, I become introspective and aware. I end up having what feels like a tremendously long lucid adventure in a GTA 5 world though, I remember almost nothing. Something about being invincible and all around bad-ass while I fight some gang members.

I have a pause in the action at some point. I feel energized and emotional about the epic adventure I just had. My lucidity reaches a high level now and I recall that I had a goal in mind. I wanted to meditate while in the dream state. I close my eyes and clear my mind. Suddenly I am weightless and my dream body dissolves. I become a ball and begin to spin as I bounce around in a tight cube. I say, "Ah this is just like SP sensations. It's really not that cool." I decide to see how long I can maintain meditation and go back at it. Of course, my concentration doesn't last long and I quickly have another FA. I should have anchored myself with a mantra or a sensation.

I am in some bedroom. There is a Buddhist monk sleeping in a twin bed along the wall. I am now holding a dough-ball about the size of a baseball. I tap the monk's arm wanting to tell him about my amazing lucid dream. I am still really excited about whatever the hell I did in GTA Land and, In amazement I say, "Holy hell!" The monk only stirs a bit and rolls over. I decide that it's going to take more effort to wake the monk so I feel I need to put the dough-ball down. However, I need to preserve it and not let it stick to wherever I put it. I look for some flour but only find baby powder. Close enough. I powder the dough up and set it on dresser. I realize that I am not quite sure what my dream was about. I spend some time thinking it over as I wake up.

I was with two people along with one of my old tech school teachers. We were making our way around my home town, by the train tracks. (A part of my town that I do not frequent.) The other two people in our party were students, acquaintances, but faceless, nameless and not really important to the story.

We were out on an excursion that well, the school wasn't exactly allowing but we were doing anyway. The teacher, (We'll call him Mr. A) was one of those cool teachers always up for these sort of antics. Although I can't remember exactly what we were doing. We were walking along the four of us, talking about art and graphic design. (The tech school I attended focused on these.) So, if we were going to get in trouble with the school, then at the very least, our discussion was on topic.

Somebody mentioned that the sky was getting dark and that we should probably seek shelter in a store or restaurant. Then we heard a crack of thunder and the tornado siren started. I saw a funnel cloud starting to form and everybody ran in panic.

I started running into the towns industrial park. Normally, there is a 12-foot concrete wall around it, but in the dream it had collapsed and been overgrown with weeds and shrubs. This yielded a vast warehouse (not there IWL) I ran inside. Probably not the best choice for a tornado shelter, but it didn't bother me.

I think one of my characters from my comics was in there.

I could see out of a large door, like one for an airplane hangar. A tornado had touched down but it seemed to be going perpendicular to me. Just as I thought I was safe, a mini tornado formed and began cutting through the warehouse starting at the door. Equipment and supplies fell everywhere. It seemed to be a metalworking warehouse of some kind.

For some reason it also had the feel of a children's museum to it. This had some grounds in the fact that the warehouse was used to give tours of the metalworking company and children could walk around and play with modified versions of the machinery.

I ran deeper inside where I came across a steel beam anchored into the foundation with a bunch of white pipes running up the side. I grabbed onto one. The tornado grew closer and to my surprise ripped up the pipes that now seemed to be swinging from a support beam on the ceiling, or were perhaps simply being carried in the wind. I got flung around the warehouse still hanging on. There was a machine, still running with a number of massive metal cogs left exposed. They were spinning alarmingly fast, like saw blades.

The pipe cluster I was hanging onto crashed headlong into the gears and began grinding away, pulling the pipes into the side. I looked down to see that I was high above the floor. And there was a pile of metal rebar. No, I can't jump. The gears ate away at the pipes, my only hold. I remember having to quickly pull my hand away, as it was only about an inch from the gap between the gears. I tried not to picture getting pulled inside and crushed.

As I hung there, moments from death, lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. The winds stopped and the gears ground to a halt. I floated down onto the concrete floor and looked around at what was no longer a warehouse, but rather a debris field.

I might have tried to manifest Manei or someone, something was about to go down when it ended.

Then my parents came into my room asking me if I wanted dinner.

So I am (was?) dryspelled for a very long time, so I felt like it would help me if I wrote this Lucid Dream down, even though it hasn't got that much interest to it.

Lucidity: 6/10
Control: 6/10
Vivacity: 7/10

I'm lucid on... a rooftop? I'm not exactly sure where I am, but there is a clear view of the sky, obscured only at my right by a fir forest. I remember that I want to try to dreamshare again.
Alright but first...
I want to try a new fighting dream control technique. Rather, I want to test out a though that I have: that visualizations and reveries are much more similar to a dream than I used to think. This would mean that we can get similar benefits with daydreaming/vivid visualizations as with dreams. Which, now that I think about it, is called hypnosis . I practiced the dream control technique that I'm about to try with almost just visualizations (focused on the sensations), so if I'm able to recreate it in a dream, it would mean that my "theory" is right.
LOL I know this makes no sense at all put like that... it's hard to explain in a way that would make sense so just consider it given
Anyways. I'm standing on this rooftop (?) and I focus on a "sensation of energy" in my right arm. I also focus on the same sensation in the air around my hand. As when I do it in real life, I have a lot of trouble creating and maintaining both sensations simultaneously, it takes me a lot of time. I let the sensations die out.
This is taking too much time to be useful in a fight.
I remember a time control technique that I saw in fate/zero (it's an anime ).
I mentally recite the usual words with a thick, unwanted and fake Japanese accent.
Time alter... triple axel!
I sort of feel time slowing down around me, and I focus on the sensations again. When I get a good hold of them both, I rush them towards each other and they bounce back, creating a ball of "electricity". Satisfied, I relax my hand and let the ball die.
Oh, right. Dreamsharing!
... I don't remember anything after that. I think I lost my lucidity.

[Fell asleep while attempting a SSILD - I remember very vague images and themes from a dream I went into for a while, as well as a false awakening, before gaining lucidicity]

I think - I'm dreaming again. The walls and floors around me are pure white - I know this is a lucid laboratory. For a while the task I've been given by the scientists is to walk through a corridor in a loop to gain stability - I wander how long I will be made to do this...

Time fast forwards, and finally I am allowed to stop walking and the dream is fully stable. A girl comes to take me out of the lab - she announces this in the microphone in a formal fashion, which I hear amplified through speakers in the corridors after a slight delay from hearing her actual voice beside me. She tells me to follow her - I am very eager to leave so I try to run ahead, but she tells me if I'm ahead of her then I could get cancer from her boobs. So I go behind her and touch her boobs from behind (yeah, a bit creepy, but it's a dream right?) which she doesn't mind me doing. At some point during the next paragraph I touched them again but this time she was really pissed off so I didn't even think about doing it again.

She takes me through some kind of obstacle course - jumping, swinging, weightlifting... I am worried about the weights though as I did a fairly hard workout the evening before and didn't want to risk injuring myself by working out in the dream as well...... So I skipped the weights and walked onward to find a shop.

The shop sold all kinds of sweets and crisps - I could clearly see a few packets of Pringles, and get quite excited about the opportunity to shop and see what these dream sweets are like. I tell the shopkeeper that she can add anything to my tab and I'll pay it when I'm done. I take the first sweet I see and eat it, but it's not very tasty Before I get to try another one I spill something on the floor right in front of the shopkeeper. I decide it's best I don't deal with this, so I make my escape to the nearest door, hoping no-one will follow me. As I reach the door I am wandering where it should lead to... I decide it should be a brothel, as I've been curious to see what that's like.

I walk through the first door and, as I'd hoped, noone followed me. I find myself in some kind of small preparatory passage to the second door, which is slightly ajar and through which I can see fancy looking armchairs and dim lighting - I feel certain I will walk into a brothel when I walk through this door, and indeed I do - I glimpse some girls sitting on the armchairs, and one seriously hot babe walks past me. I touch her on the arm and ask "how are you?" then feel like that was a really stupid thing to say to her. When I look around, there are lots of dudes with their shirts off which I'm not so keen on... I would've liked to explore a bit further and try to get rid of the dudes, but woke up before I got the chance.

[Fell asleep while attempting a SSILD - I remember very vague images and themes from a dream I went into for a while, as well as a false awakening, before gaining lucidicity]

I think - I'm dreaming again. The walls and floors around me are pure white - I know this is a lucid laboratory. For a while the task I've been given by the scientists is to walk through a corridor in a loop to gain stability - I wander how long I will be made to do this...

Time fast forwards, and finally I am allowed to stop walking and the dream is fully stable. A girl comes to take me out of the lab - she announces this in the microphone in a formal fashion, which I hear amplified through speakers in the corridors after a slight delay from hearing her actual voice beside me. She tells me to follow her - I am very eager to leave so I try to run ahead, but she tells me if I'm ahead of her then I could get cancer from her boobs. So I go behind her and touch her boobs from behind (yeah, a bit creepy, but it's a dream right?) which she doesn't mind me doing. At some point during the next paragraph I touched them again but this time she was really pissed off so I didn't even think about doing it again.

She takes me through some kind of obstacle course - jumping, swinging, weightlifting... I am worried about the weights though as I did a fairly hard workout the evening before and didn't want to risk injuring myself by working out in the dream as well...... So I skipped the weights and walked onward to find a shop.

The shop sold all kinds of sweets and crisps - I could clearly see a few packets of Pringles, and get quite excited about the opportunity to shop and see what these dream sweets are like. I tell the shopkeeper that she can add anything to my tab and I'll pay it when I'm done. I take the first sweet I see and eat it, but it's not very tasty Before I get to try another one I spill something on the floor right in front of the shopkeeper. I decide it's best I don't deal with this, so I make my escape to the nearest door, hoping no-one will follow me. As I reach the door I am wandering where it should lead to... I decide it should be a brothel, as I've been curious to see what that's like.

I walk through the first door and, as I'd hoped, noone followed me. I find myself in some kind of small preparatory passage to the second door, which is slightly ajar and through which I can see fancy looking armchairs and dim lighting - I feel certain I will walk into a brothel when I walk through this door, and indeed I do - I glimpse some girls sitting on the armchairs, and one seriously hot babe walks past me. I touch her on the arm and ask "how are you?" then feel like that was a really stupid thing to say to her. When I look around, there are lots of dudes with their shirts off which I'm not so keen on... I would've liked to explore a bit further and try to get rid of the dudes, but woke up before I got the chance.

I was in my old high school. There was some dream-logicy explanation for this, we were taking our 'Final Final' Exams. I was trying to remember what order my classes were in from high school. (Don't feel bad, even IWL I can't figure out the order.)

I remember walking around. I saw blurry, incorrect and sometimes downright hilarious interpretations of all of my old teachers from high school.

I remember going to this one class in G wing where we were having a pizza party and people were giving presentations for their final exams. The class room had card tables rather than desks. I had a couple slices of pizza and some lemonade, and it was time for the presentation to start. The odd part was that a younger version of yourself had to give a presentation that the older version of yourself had written.

So there was a younger version of me in the classroom. Based upon height/hairstyle I would guess this was myself from late elementary school.

I think I recall some detail that this actually wasn't me from the past. It was an elementary school student who had looked me up as part of his project where he had to imitate a high school student as closely as possible. It was part of their end of the project.

I recall him having a shark tooth necklace like the one I used to wear in late elementary school.

I freaked out for a minute because I didn't have my presentation but after I looked in my backpack I found a couple sheets of typed paper. I handed that to my past self and he started presenting. I can't recall any of what he said, but the teacher seemed to like it and was smiling.

...

I somehow wound up outside the school, but the school was floating in space and the exterior was covered in gray metal paneling. Running down the side of the building were hundreds of these little experiment canisters that I had to open. When I opened them, a prompt would come up saying. 'You feel like you had better not let anyone else see this data...'

Also, I wasn't wearing a space suit and questioned how I was not dead/dying in the vacuum of space. There wasn't really an explanation for it.

As I was opening them a green bar was filling up. When it got to the top (after opening about a dozen of the canisters) a space shuttle appeared and I found myself in the pilot's seat.

I somehow knew that I was descending and I strapped myself in to the chair. I started to hit the atmosphere and the space shuttle heated up. I wish I recalled this part better. I was coming down over a cloudy patch and I wouldn't know what I was going to see until after I got through the clouds.

I then saw that it was a road not too far outside of my hometown. I somehow managed to get the landing gear down, and when I touched down on the road actually rather smoothly. But I couldn't figure out how to stop. Plus there were a bunch of cars on the road and I was running them over.

I started to get lucid at this point, because even though I was probably killing dozens of people, I didn't really feel like that mattered. Eventually the landing gear broke off, and the shuttle started sliding down the road on its belly. It eventually came to a stop, but I had no idea where I was. Some subdivision with large trees and small houses, but I didn't recognize it from anywhere in my hometown.

I opened the hatch and hopped down onto the street. I was lucid now, but I got the dream ending feeling. I tried to hang on with a little dream stabilization, but I didn't get much time before waking up.

Crisis and sleeping in wardrobe

I was in my home. It was during the great crisis. Government have sent a message to citizens, that there can be no more than three persons in home. My family told me to hide in the wardrobe, and they won't find me there. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. My youngr sister came. She tried to hide with me, but I told her to get lost. She went to mother, and told her that I'm drunk and rude. Mother came to me. I told her that I'm not drunk. She told me that government overcame the crisis, and I can sleep in my bed again.

DILD - the friendly wolf

I was outside my home, tidying our barn. Then I saw a wolf. It was angry, and barked at me.
I become lucid, and started whistling to the wolf. Then I told Why are you so aggresive? Confused wolf replied I am a wolf! What I'm supposed to do? I told Of course you are a wolf.... The wolf attacked me before I fully replied. Then I shouted You are a wolf, but kind and polite one! The wolf stopped barking, or trying to bite me. It replied Oh, I'm sorry about that, friend.
I wanted to go somewhere with my new friend, but I lost my lucidity, and another non-lucid dream started.

Detective haunted by nightmares

It was in 1923. I was a private detective. I drove to the great metropoly by train. I went out of train. My client told me to search for some bodies in the sewers. I wanted to go to the city instead. I walked from the train station pavement to the cobbled road. Suddenly I heard moaning and screams. I went on, a little frightened by the voices. Then I heard a gravely voice telling me Go straight that way.. I have moved back, but I overcame fear and went on. I felt stron pain in my chest, and my body was more and more numb. Then, I have reached a chapel, and all the voices ended.

DILD - being a security camera

I was back in primary school. I made an RC and become lucid. I saw a security camera hanging from the ceiling. I went to it, jumped and hanged from it. I pushed myself into the camera, and become one with it. I sensed someone close. I turned right, and saw a confused man looking at me. While turning, I felt like my whole body was streched. I haven't seen any camera effects while being one, my vision was the same all the time. I tried to stop being a camera. At first I couldn't change back, but I focused and went out.
I went straight the corridor, and lost lucidity. I woke up.

12/15/2014
"Once the Sun Goes Down..."
(Lucid)

I was in a supernatural town, where everything apparently goes ape-shit, after dark. (Think 'Silent Hill''.) People turn into zombies; monsters come out to prowl - the whole nine.

My first experience with this town was absolute horror. Everyone around was sporadically transforming into Nightmare Creatures, and it seemed as if they were fixated on me. I was constantly on the run, with a new 'breed' of monster popping up around every other corner. I came to be sprinting through the high, balcony walkways of a massive castle when I was confronted by some sort of 'spinning wheel of death'. It radiated red and orange sparks and whizzed through the air like a large Frisbee, ricocheting off of the walls and stone surfaces as I ducked and dodged out of its way. Shortly after escaping this disc, I began to hear thunderous footsteps approaching me from behind. Something big was coming. I ran faster through the hall, trying to put as much distance between myself and those giant footsteps as I could.

Then, the dream reset.

I don't know if I was eventually killed by something, or what, but the dream suddenly zapped me back to sundown, and to the very start of this town's hellish transformation. This time, though, I was aware fact that my experience had just started over, and that it wasn't simply Deja Vu. I realized that this was a dream! Again nightfall came, and again, the populace of this city turned to hideous, blood-thirsty monsters.

This time, though, I was able to tear through the beasts with little resistance, acting as a warrior god among these now-harmless hordes. Utilizing mostly telekinesis and simple energy blasts from my hands, and following pretty much the same path as I had previously taken through this world, I was soon back up in the castle, confidently (and whimsically) fighting my way through the hallways and back onto the balcony. Just as before, I saw the 'spinning wheel of death', however, this time, it was inactive. It looked to be just a rickety, old sewing wheel with blades set around it, propped up against the balcony, but it lacked the glowing, rotating element of 'surefire death' that it had, the last time I saw it.

Then, those booming footsteps returned, just as before. Instead of running, though, I turned back to face their origin, surprised to see Thanos, of all people, stomping his way toward me. Even while lucid, I hesitated to rush at my mental projection of an advancing Thanos, so I took a flying leap off of the balcony and dove all the way down to the ground level. The titan followed suit and landed directly behind me. We then began a sort of cat-and-mouse down the side of the mountain upon which the castle rested. Even though I was lucid, I was admittedly on the defensive, but I was doing a good job of blocking and dodging his rushing attacks as he pursued me down the mountainside.

The chase was the last thing I remember.

12-08-2014
"Social Slug"
(Lucid)

I was swimming in a lake or pond, and I could see a large, unfamiliar creature nearby. I couldn't get a good look, at first, but finally saw that it was a long-face creature that, aside from its exaggerated snout, looked like a big, green manatee with triangular, spinal protrusions on its back. It was very docile and social, swimming around idly and playing with everyone. Overall, it was about the size of a full-grown hippo; large enough to come from beneath someone and toss them in the air, playfull, and into the water. We were all having a great time with it. Over time, though, we could see it becoming more and more 'clingy'. It didn't want to let anyone swim away, or take their attention from it. It would follow as all relentlessly, until we managed to slip away.

Later, still hanging out in a wooded / park area (it seemed like a campground or something), we did some level of research on this thing; on our phones, I believe, and saw that it was some kind of mutated sea slug or something. We eventually found another, smaller version of the slug. This one was much more lively, and running and from person to person and trying to get everyone to pet it. Then, even more surprisingly, the zippy little slug revealed that it had the ability to speak. I believed the thing to be alien (and I think, at one point, it told me it was, but I'm not sure on that one).

We played with this little guy for a little while longer, and over the course of this time, the slug continued to talk about him and his kind - about how they grow to be such 'loving' creatures. I said the other slug was more "clingy" than "loving". This little one said that he was much different. And, for a moment, it seemed like he was. But..then it was time to leave.

He began following us. We would look back and gesture and hint that it was time for us to be parting ways. He was having none of it, and would faithfully follow every step we took, continuing to banter on like our visit had just begun. Once we got to our canoe, though, his entire behavior change. He became manic and aggressive, demanding that was stay and starting to scamper around, enraged. By the time we got about a dozen feet from the dock, the slug shot into the air and then dive-bombed our canoe, bouncing around it like a ricocheting bullet and capsizing it, dumping us into the water.

Finally, soaking wet and chest deep in this water, I realized that this was all a dream. Instead of swimming, I attempted to levitate myself out of the water, but the dream quickly unraveled, here, and I woke up.

This dream happened Dec 26, 2014 while I was staying at my father in-law’s house way out in the wilderness. I was between lucid dreams, consciously awake, but my body was asleep. I heard somebody talking in my room, and I figured it must be wife. Then I felt very mild vibrations in my torso propagating out to my limbs. I waited patiently for ‘the vibrations’ to increase in intensity and magnitude, so I could do an OBE, but it wasn’t happening. I decided to try an OBE exit anyway, and to my surprise, I popped right out of my body and stood beside my bed. I couldn’t see anything because my blanket was still over my face. I decided to ask for assistance to remove the blanket from my face, “I can’t see, please help me.” Now something new happened that I have never experienced before; as I spoke, my body beside me spoke instead, and it was lagging behind what I was saying by a fraction of a second. My voice also sounded hollow and distant. I repeated my request for help and the exact same thing happened again! My body was saying what I was saying, so I guess I was talking in my sleep. The weirdest part about this was the lag time from when I spoke in my OBE to when my body spoke. Maybe this could be one of the reasons why people talk in their sleep? Anyway, back to the dream (OBE), or whatever you want to call it.

I still couldn’t see anything, so I resorted to ripping the blanket from my face piece by piece until all was clear. It was very dark in the bedroom, and I headed for the door. I carefully opened it so as to not make any noise because everybody was asleep. Click, the door opened, and I walked out into the hallway. My wife was sleeping in the adjacent room (away from me and my CPAP machine), and I wanted to go and see her, but a golden shaft appeared in front of the door and blocked me from opening the door, so I headed downstairs. I didn’t want to go into the living room, because my father in-law’s bedroom is right there, and I was concerned about waking him, so I decided to go outside into the cold of winter, but there was one problem, I only had my gitch on. I figured, well, you can freeze when you’re lucid, right? I opened the door carefully so as not to make any noise, and then the screen door. Well, holy crap, it was cold out there. I could feel the cold air passing right through me, and into my lungs, and I instantly became very cold. It was like jumping into snow naked. I stepped outside and closed the doors, and I slowly warmed up to where I was comfortable. The snow sparkled and glittered. This is when I saw the most amazing thing.

There were no clouds in the sky, and all I could see were beautiful, brilliant stars everywhere. I’m talking 100 times more than what you normally see, and a 100 times as bright. The night sky around the stars was perfectly black. It was like a super HD IMAX experience. I was speechless as I simply stared up into the night’s amazing sky. It was like I had Hubble telescope vision. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Then some white fireworks went off in the distance. I decide to fly up into space and take a closer look at these beautiful stars, but as I launched, I was knocked back to the ground by some mysterious force. I looked up to see what I hit, and all I could see was the overhead power line going to my father in-law’s house, so I moved over about 20 feet and tried again. On the 2nd attempt to fly, I didn’t even get off the ground. So I decided to go for a walk, but then I woke up in bed. Strangely, I was getting intermittent cold shivers in bed, for about 10 minutes afterwards, even though I wasn’t cold. This description really doesn’t do justice for what I experienced; it was nothing short of magical.

I had a lucid dream last night, but I lost it. It was early in the night, and I woke up and fell back asleep a bunch of times and forgot what it was about. I even remember thinking about it, it was a long one, too.

You know what it feels like. It feels like taking a test and getting everything right, then when you go to copy your answers into the bubble sheet you skip the first one and the whole thing is shifted down by one so every answer is wrong.

It is now 5:30am. For some reason I am up and at e'm.

I'm thinking my new year's resolution might be centered around more consistent LD attempts. Something like a bedtime of 10:00pm every night. Or require myself to do half an hour of daily meditation. To be honest, my energy would probably be a lot better spent if applied consistently. Last week I paid no mind to LDing and these past two days I've put in a lot of effort in comparison.

Of course whenever I do get on a roll with consistent practice I get one of those week-long mini dryspells that is just long enough to completely demotivate me.

Mostly random and not so significant dreams until Christmas morning really. There was one where I had to write an essay for a class and we had to attach stickers to the story. Mine was about the Rugrats. In another dream my field instructor gave me a sort of shoe-lace necklace as a reward for doing something quite mischievous. In another I was involved in a love triangle between my teacher on whom I had a crush and a classmate who loved me for realz and whom I eventually came to love as well (the teacher ended up being a real creep)

Anywas. Back logging some dreams from the last week or so.

December 25, 2015

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I was on a train with my family... I had put my necklace (it's got three different platypus on it) in a stocking that was hung in a corner of a restaurant in one of the cars. I can't find it later when I go to look for it, and panic a bit. And then I realize I've missed my stop, so I get off at the next one and end up walking along a mountain ridge. It turned out I hadn't missed my stop, I'd gotten off a few stops too early. So I was trying to beat the train so I could get back on it at the next stop.

I met some hikers on the mountain ridge; as I was going down, they were going up. The whole mountain scene was pretty surreal. I was hopping down with ease and not seeming to be at all worried about long drops and steep slopes. I found the tracks at the bottom of the slopes, and followed them until I heard the train behind me. I stood aside and let it go by me, but grabbed onto a handle before it was gone, swinging up and into the car.

Now that I'm back on the train, I frantically try to find my necklace (and apparently my class ring was also in the stocking) again. I remember distinctly hoping that I was dreaming, so that when I woke up I would still have all my things. I went to talk to the owner of the restaurant I had hidden my necklace in, but she won't let me see the stockings they'd hung so that I could check to see if my things were still in any of them. I started crying, but the owner wasn't doing anything, and so I left, very sad and angry at her.

I found the head honcho of this train world, and talked to her. SHE said I could go to the storage area and see if my necklace and ring are there. She even appointed someone to help me look.

As I am walking to the storage car, I have an inkling that I am indeed dreaming, and I enter a very calm state, happy in the knowledge that my precious things aren't actually lost. It wasn't quite lucidity, but in a way it was lucid. It's a bit hard to describe. It was like I was lucid, but didn't even try to change the dream at all. I just sorta went with it and accepted what ever happened, not exerting any dream control at all. I guess it could be like watching a movie. I was aware, but I just wanted to watch, and so my awareness took a passive viewer's stance.

I wander the upper level of one of the cars; it was oriental-ish. Lots of red and dragons and paper lanterns. I realized I still had my ring and necklace, so I was in the past few hours, just before I lost them. I was trying to make sure I didn't lose them this time.

But then this guy in there, and he ends up blasting my little brother's nipples off with a phaser of some sort. I chase the bitch down and threw him off the train forcefully.