lucid

I was at the pool at my family's old health club. I noticed that I didn't need to hold my breath to stay underwater and it felt very relaxing just floating there underwater. Also, the pool was much deeper than it is IWL. Eventually the lifeguard thought that I was drowning and pulled me out of the water. I apologized for calling him into action and told him that I was totally fine.


I had a dream that involved my mom wanting me to drive the family's old van. I didn't want to do it.


I was in a Cafe in the outlet mall a couple miles from my house. (I don't know if it is there IWL, but I could 'sense' where I was. I ran into my friend sitting at a large table all by himself. We already have a C and an H so we'll call him CH. So I sat down with him. I remember thinking that I might want to go get some tea or something from the Cafe. But I haven't seen CH in years so we wanted to get our hellos out of the way.

I went to the Cafe and bought some tea. A little expensive, but nothing too out of the ordinary.

When I sat back down CH was looking through my art portfolio. There were a bunch of large drawings in it that are not there IWL. The looked like drawings that I did as a child. One was particularly good though. I remembered that I wanted to show him something on the back. When I turned it back over onto the front the particularly good drawing was gone.

I began cascading into lucidity as I noticed that turning the drawings over, or looking away from them produced different results each time. I transitioned from the Cafe to my living room. I still had one of the drawings in my hand. I then did a nose pinch just to confirm that I was dreaming. Oh, yeah.

My parents were sitting on the couch across from me. My dad had his arm over my mom's shoulder. I told them that I was lucid dreaming and had to go do my goals. They smiled, almost creepily and said OK.

I walked around the kitchen of my house, rubbing my hands on things and stabilizing. At one point, I pulled out a drawer. It was full of CD cases in neat rows. But the drawer was broken, one of the sides was missing. I thought to myself that I could fix it. I looked away, and the side was fixed. I closed it.

I went to the door to go outside, but all I could see outside the windows was black. I couldn't even see that the front porch was there. I closed my eyes and tried to have it appear as day when I opened them. Nope, still dark outside. I then tried to transport myself directly onto a beach. (Why a beach? Because that was where many of my early lucid dreams took place. It just seemed like a good place to go.)

I closed my eyes and visualized a beach. It seemed to be working, but when I came out of it, I was still in my house. I tried again. This time, when I visualized the beach, Manei was there. But when I came out of it, I was still in my house.

I then thought that my bedroom might be a better place to change the scene. I have a huge potted tree that could be perfect for bringing me to a tropical/beach environment. I made my way up the steps. But when I got to the top, and turned down the hall to go into my room, I felt a presence. I looked behind me to see someone emerge from the wall.

The means by which they emerged from the wall was pretty psychedelic and difficult to describe in words. It could best be described as pushing into a taught blanket from the other side until it peeled away from the wall and he became a figure cloaked in that yucky beige color my parents painted the walls. As I saw the figure coming down on me, I wasn't so much scared as I was 'are you serious?!'. I found myself more annoyed by this being than anything else because I had lucid goals to attend to.

He wrapped me up in mummy wrapping scarves, and then picked me up feet first. Originally, I thought I could simply overpower the being. That didn't work, it's movements and grip felt as strong as steel. I managed to get a hand free. I looked down and saw the barefoot leg of a man. I put my hand up to it and tried to picture a steel spike forming out of my hand and going through the leg. Nothing happened.

The being carried me into the guest bedroom and wrestled me onto the bed. By this point, I had both hands free.

"Stop! You are a nightmare! What do you represent?!"

No response.

"This is my dream! I'm not scared of you, whoever you are!" I said, venting my annoyance. It was at this point that I realized that this being was no monster, but merely a man. I started trying to punch him, but my hits didn't connect with any meaningful force. It felt as though I was simply punching a pillow. I, instead tried to peel away the cloak and mummy scarves, that felt as though they were made out of paper.

I managed to peel away the scarves around his face. I saw the face of a late 30's-early 40's man with short hair and a stubble-ish mustache. He looked a little like my father, if he was more of a military type. I couldn't help but thing that this man was an agent or a part of some task force.

I he still seemed intent on restraining me. I then had one more idea. I put my right hand behind my back and manifested a dreamcatcher. I broke free of his grip completely and floated to the end of the bed. I held up the dreamcatcher. It was no bigger than my hand, but I could see the feathers hanging down from the bottom.

"Nightmare Ward!"

Now before anyone asks, I don't know where those words came from. I guess it was just the first thing that I thought to say.

The man went from being determined and aggressive to terrified faster than anyone I've seen. He started to scream in defeat and the dream went dark.

Officially, that's the third nightmare that I've vanquished.

I false awoke on my bed. I figured that I should get out of bed and write down the dream. I made it to the door of my room when I false awoke a second time.

I was laying in bed, suspicious of my reality. Eventually, I started moving to preform a nose pinch. Yep, still dreaming. I sat up in bed. I then woke up a third time.

I was awake for real this time, but I felt that I could DEILD if I tried. I figured that I wanted to get up and write my lucid while I still had it.

I don’t know how or why I became lucid in this dream, but I was visiting with my close childhood friend Glen, in what looked like a public lounge area. There were several tables and couches, each tucked away in private sitting areas. People were everywhere, sitting around and chatting with each other. Glen and I were standing near a partition wall, separating us from a group of people who were sitting around a table.

I started thinking about an energy ball I created in a LD (dream journal entry: Kamehameha - My first Energy Ball) some time ago, and I wanted to show my friend Glen, mostly to show off, but also to see if there’s something that can be done with this little ball of energy. Does it have a purpose? I cupped my hands together and focussed, and then a ball of soft white light, about the size of a grapefruit, appeared. I focussed harder (I think I even growled), and then the light turned to a transparent blue, full of hundreds of bolts of electricity, and about the size of a volleyball. It kind of looked like a plasma lamp, less the glass sphere. One of people on the other side of the partition wall stood up and peered over the wall to take a look at what was going on, and then quickly sat back down when I looked to see who it was. My friend Glen just stared at it with astonishment, and he was reaching for it (I was also taken back by what was going on). Bolts of blueish white electricity were now licking around my fingers and up my wrists. I looked at Glen, and asked him if he wanted it, and he said, “Yes!” I was lucid, but I didn’t want to experiment with him by handing him this ball of energy. So I said, “Sorry, I’m going to keep this.” Then the ball collapsed and absorbed back into my hands. There were little flashes of dim, reddish light, which resembled embers in a fire, as the energy went back into my hands.

Glen then stood up and walked away from me. I stood up and followed him, and I was asking him to stay. He seemed like he was sleep walking or something, and was no longer coherent. I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him, and then he became alert again. We casually chatted as we walked around the room. Then we came across another childhood friend, Donny, who was sitting at a table with several people. He was young again, and had long blonde curly hair, just like when we were kids. I couldn’t believe it. I turned back to tell Glen that Donny was here, but Glen was gone, so I turned back to Donny and said, “Donny, do you ever look good! You’re young again!” Donny shook his head up and down, smiled and said, “Yeah.” It was so cool to see him in his youth again. Anyway, I then remembered my mission to heal my son’s plantar wart while lucid, so I was going to ask for my daughter and son to join me, but then everything went dark. Darn! I started to swirl to regain lucidity, but I went right into an OBE instead of an LD. Holy crap, I was somebody else’s bed! I always appear in my bed during an OBE, not somebody else’s!

I was lying on my back, in this strange room, and there was a metal trash can between my legs, which was cold and uncomfortable. I sat up in bed and reached into the trash can, and it was full of wet Kleenex. Yuck! I jumped out of bed and looked around, and realized the bed was in some sort of suite or recreation room area. Little balls of Kleenex were scattered throughout the ‘L’ shaped room. Somebody has obviously been doing a lot of crying. At the far end of the room was a pool table, and I could see the outline of a woman who was almost invisible, but I could make out her silhouette against the glass patio doors. She was wearing high heel boots. I thought maybe she was my daughter, so I walked up to her. Not! She started to totally freak out and scream at me, like I was some sort of boogieman. I immediately kneeled down and bowed to her, to show I was safe, but she grabbed a handful of pool balls and threw them at me. I felt the balls hit me, but it didn’t hurt, and they passed right through me. The woman then turned and ran out the patio doors onto a large concrete patio area with lots of plants. The deck was about 50 feet by 50 feet, and was high end, extremely fancy and modern. Huge downtown buildings, with reflective glass siding, towered everywhere. The woman was now visible, and she was a beautiful young Asian. I then decided to follow her out onto the patio, but I stopped at the doors, because she was pointing at me and screaming. She was yelling at me to leave, and that her dad was coming. I said, “It’s okay.” I felt really bad at this point, my vision faded and went dark, and then I woke.

I really need to work on not losing the dream 1 minute after I become lucid.

Something didn't feel right. I looked at my hands and saw that I was dreaming. I was in my house at night time, and wanted to go outside so that I could go explore. The dream was pretty unstable so I stared at my hands for quite awhile to try to stabilize. I went to the door to the garage and I was afraid that opening a door would make me wake up so I just walked right through it. Then I was in my garage and the garage door was closed so I walked through that as well but then I woke up.

I was learning about WWII by actually being there and seeing some of it happen. Apparently there was a big flood that trapped thousands of soldiers who drown. Hmm, never read about that one in history books.

I was with a girl in my room who I've never met before but it was like we were friends already. I went into my mom's room and she was slurring her words and stumbling around. I got mad at her for being drunk so I yelled, "FUCK YOU!" like five times. She didn't respond. I thought of how my new year's resolution was to be a good person and realized I was kind of failing at that by swearing at my mom. Oh well. I went back into my room and was crying and I think my "friend" was trying to comfort me.

Two gay men who looked alike and dressed exactly the same were making out on my kitchen floor

Woke up with the song "Sweater Weather" playing in my head.

I was jumping very high during the night and was searching for a boy. During the search I misjudge the range of the land, which made me threw my book bag in to the ocean. I lunge my arm in to the ocean to pick it up. While I was retrieving the bag, the two other people I was doing the search with found the boy. I jump really high to get to them, but when I landed the environment change. I was in the living room staring at another me cover in yellow toxics. I became lucid and realize for no reason he wants to fight me. So we began and I manage to overwhelm the other me.

I ended this off by kicking him in to the sofa. He however got up and wasn't done. He followed me in to the kitchen and threw a lot of quick precise punches toward me. I was able to see through most of the barrages and counter him. That's when I manage to stop myself again. I then hug the other me to he appeared to be no longer moving. That's when I started exploring the kitchen. I open the refrigerator to see what was inside, but quickly after close it to see it was the same. It appear sunny through the windows with the lights naturally on downstairs.

I open the microwave to see that it contain a white styrofoam cup with a blue straw filled with toothpaste. Label on this shake stated an expiration date with 9/18/2014. I pick it up and drank some. It had a strong mint like taste, which I did suspect. I then notice a pink cupcake partially covered in colorful sprinkles on the counter. I hold it in my hand as I walk forward to the garage. However before I did, I decided to wake up. Lucidity Time: 5 minutes.

Trying to fall asleep consciously. Begin attempt at 10:40 pm. After sometime of lying on threshold, roll over and check watch: 12:30 AM. RC and am awake. Surprised so much time has passed, but certain I did not lose consciousness. Lie back on back, just try to fall asleep. Falling sensation,vivid HI (can't remember it now, but I recognized it when I saw it), and then falling completely backward. "Land" in body. Warmth spreads over body. Body begins breathing rhythmically--fell asleep with hands on stomach, difficult to get deep breaths. I just let body do what it wants. Goes on for some time (30 minutes?). Undercurrent of thoughts, but I am able to easily observe them. Just observe thoughts while lying, and use breath as anchor.

Breathing begins to slow down. Continues to slow, warmth continues to spread through body until it is difficult to feel body. Can barely feel body now or hear breathing. I am just aware of my heart beat and some undercurrent thoughts.

Vision begins to brighten and expand, and outer awareness that is left very quickly dimming. I feel this is the approach of delta sleep. Heart rate increases until vision returns to black. I can hear my breathing again. I rest here observing thoughts and practicing mindfulness of breathing until my butt begins to hurt. Leg is also in weird position. I lie like this for some time, hoping to enter the "bright awareness" again. I finally move, and decide to try one last time. Am able to move body without fully returning to normal waking state. Pain is too much after a while. Roll over and check watch. It is 3:55 AM.

So nothing happened
Just I enter the dream through wild
In the morning
So It gone like this.
I woke up , lie back into my most comfortable sleeping pose
and then Paralysis started to kick in.
I concentrated to be more comfortable so It can go on , and so it did.
Its done.
I get up, my eyes opening are very problematic, as always.
I look at my hands , I rarely see it but I know Im already in , then I woke up because the tv was too loud.

I remembered my goal was to meet Jack Skellington (one of my lucid dares. Now, I haven't seen Nightmare before Christmas in a long time, and I can't really remember the story, though I think it has to do with different worlds assigned to each holiday. But I know who Jack is, and what he looks like, sounds like etc.)

I recall a game of dodgeball being played in the park in my hometown. Though it was some modified rules to the game that made the game more interesting allowing... well just about anything.

Both teams took full advantage of this. We had a giant ball, easily 20 feet in diameter provided by our team captain. The plan was that we would roll to their side hopefully taking out most of their players. The enemy team two or three of these little tanks with flamethrowers on them that drove to our side of the field and set our players on fire.

At some point, we formally lost the game, though the tanks were still killing off our players. They started pushing the giant ball back as well, they were going to use it as a weapon to finish us off. Also, apparently losing in this brand of dodgeball made you a wanted criminal if you lost, and everyone wanted to kill you.

K appeared and she led me off the field. We went to the bakery in town and got in line. It was at this point that I realized I was very cold. I then realized that I was only wearing a sweater and a pair of briefs. Both of these garments were soaking wet and covered in mud.

K stated that there was some rule in the game that eating doughnuts gave you points, and that if the two of us ate enough doughnuts we could beat out the other team and be declared the winner. She ordered a dozen doughnuts and sat down and started eating them.

It was at this point that I recognized that as a dream sign, someone eating a lot. I then realized that I haven't worn briefs in years, and the general absurdity of the situation, so this had to be a lucid dream.

I made my way out of the bakery. I looked up and looked down, hoping to manifest a new outfit. Yeah, a black shirt and baggy brown pants. Clean and dry too. Much better. I made my way into the back of the bakery, laying down some stabilization as I went.

I found myself in this building. The whole thing was laid out hexagonally and made out of dark brown bricks. As I made my way around, I couldn't help but think that this place was familiar. Yeah, it was. I eventually found myself in this huge atrium room and realized that the building felt very familiar.

"Yeah, I have been here before! It's so nice to have a recurring location happen in a dream!"

Though upon waking the brown building is completely unfamiliar. I wonder if it was some memory that was only accessed during a dream. Or perhaps just faulty logic.

...

At some point I found myself on a city street. I remember all of these people (male and female) parading down the street in silver morph suits. I saw a club and thought that manifesting a sex dream would be fun.

"No, I will do that the next time."

I thought about my lucid dares. The easier one; meet Jack Skellington. I decided that I would carry out this goal.

"I am going to meet Jack Skellington right now!"

I got teleported to the side of a mountain. It was nighttime, but there was a huge full moon providing enough illumination for me to see. I am on a winding dirt road that heads up the mountain. It is a warm summer night. I can make out other mountains and the sea nearby.

A warm wind blows. I start looking for him. For a moment I thought I could make out a skeleton against the backdrop of the sky, but then, a skeleton popped out, no more than three feet tall with a round and rather disproportionate head. It wasn't a perfect circle like Jack Skellingtons, but it was simply two rounded shapes stuck together to vaguely give the idea of a skull. The eyes were small and offset to the side of the head, and the mouth looked just like his character does in the movie. And all that was on a perfectly normal anatomical skeleton body.



When he jumped out at me, I grabbed him by the ribcage just below the neck. We both screamed for a second. I very nearly sent a force wave to blast the guy back, but luckily I didn't.

"Gotta watch out, the last thing that tried to scare me in a dream ended up being turned into a kitten." (That wasn't the last nightmare I had, but it did happen.)

"Sorry!" Jack Skellington had a deep, gargly voice, like the new batman. Though it was very comedic to hear as well.

"So, are you Jack Skellington?"

"Yeah! Whatta you want?!"

"I don't know... to be honest I only planned on getting this far... er... um... so what's it like being dead?"

"I can't tell you!" He said that really fast, as if he had gotten this question a lot. "I can't tell you where and when you will die, either."

We talked for a minute, though I can't really remember what about. As we were talking, I couldn't help but think that he was actually rather cute. Though I guess he wanted to create the image that he was scary. Eventually I doubled back and wanted to see if I could get anything interesting out of him. The dream scene changed to my home backyard.

"So... where and when am I going to die?"

"I said I CAN'T TELL YOU!"

He stormed off. It was funny to watch him sulk as he walked up the stone stairs on the side of our house.

I realized that I really did want to get an answer to that question out of a lucid dream. I began looking for another DC who might be able to tell me. I got the dream ending feeling and woke up.

Not bad... not bad at all...

01.01.2015

Dark Storms (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being at my school. It was dark outside, and I was standing in the lobby. Only a couple lamps illuminated the lobby and elementary hall to my left. Suddenly, I felt aware.. Wasn't I just asleep in my bed? I did the nose plug RC. Sure enough, I could breathe through my nose!

I proceeded to run down the hall to my left, and for some reason, that caused me to teleport.

I wound up in my mom's house. It was still nighttime. (I had lost some lucidity here) Some of my classmates (mainly boys) were in my living room with me. We were sitting on two couches. I was in between two of them, Mike on my right and I think it was WL on my left. I think we were watching a movie on a very dim TV screen in front of us. Here, I just kind of let the dream go (I didn't have that much control).

Mike was talking to me and suddenly he placed his hand on my right leg. He smiled at me kind of oddly. I noticed he didn't have the best intentions, so surprisingly, I was aware enough (I'm really surprised I did this) to move his hand off of my leg. He then began nudging me with his shoulder, playfully.

We ended up "falling asleep". (There was a period of time where it was darkness for a couple seconds) We all woke up at the same time, still in the same place on the couch. "Did we fall asleep?" I heard myself say sheepishly. "I guess so." Mike said.

The living room was dark. I heard something outside. I turned around and looked towards the front door. I could see through the windows on the door (not blurry and distorted like they are in real life). I saw what looked like a police car pulling out of the next-door-neighors-who lived-across-from-us's front yard. "Is that the police?" I asked out loud. I got up from the couch and walked towards the front door and opened it. I saw that it was raining, much like a monsoon. The guys followed me to the door. Across the road, I saw the police car, and a badly wrecked car beside it in the yard.

"Oooh." said someone.

Suddenly, they disappeared. Having little control and awareness, I assumed that they went to go look at the wreckage. I closed the front door. I found my glasses on me somewhere (probably in my pocket). As I was handling them, I noticed they were broken. The frames had snapped in two. "Maybe I could use some sort of magic to repair these", I thought.

I never tried. I walked to the back door, and looked out onto the back porch. It was dark of course. I could see my great dane staring at me through the window. He looked oddly deformed. I opened the door to get a better look.

Instead of a normally shaped dog; his body looked like a balloon. His head was normal sized, and his legs were very thin and long. His tail was nonexistant.

When he walked around, it was creepy.

Creeped out, I went back inside and closed the door.

Suddenly, I heard a loud clap of thunder. It sounded more like glass breaking, but then a very bright flash of light illuminated my vision. The house was as dark as ever. A very loud clap of thunder again. A flash of light. A bit scared, I opened the front door again. It was barely raining now. Pieces of the wrecked car were still there.

I then woke up naturally.

Vividity: 7.5
Awareness: 8
Dream Length: 4-5 mins.

On the first day of New Years my Dream Guide gave to me: 1 dream, 2 dream fragments, 4 False Awakenings, 2 short lucids, and a partrige in a pear tree. (Just kidding about the last one).

I hardly EVER have false awakenings. This is probably only about my 3rd time having them in all my time practicing lucid dreaming(which is about 7 years). I would always browse the forums and wonder why there were so many threads related to that. Well now I know..

I was with my sister and we were in the car listening to music on my laptop. We got to a store and I left my laptop in the car with the music still playing and the windows down(What a stupid thing to do) and I didn't lock the car. Then we went inside the store and a few minutes later I realized that I probably should have locked the car. So I went back out side, and sure enough the car is gone. I get out my phone and call 911. I was actually kind of happy that it got stolen because my car is a piece of crap and so is my laptop and I wanted to get a new one.

-fragment about getting Aubrey for secret santa and trying to figure out what to get her

-fragment about getting a galaxy bath bomb for christmas and being very happy about it


-False awakening in which my mom was by my bed telling me something

-False awakening where there was an officer at my bed and I thought he was probably there to talk about my stolen car(from previous dream) but it was super fuzzy, then I "woke up"

-I had another false awakening and I knew I was dreaming because everything was fuzzy. I looked at my hands to stabilize and then got out of bed and walked down the hallway, but everything became so fuzzy that I couldn't see.

-So I "woke up" AGAIN and it didn't feel like real life so I looked at my hands, and sure enough I was still dreaming. This time I could see clearly. I got out of bed again and walked to my living room. It was like somebody had turned the saturation up because everything was so colorful and sharp. I was going to try my goal of flying to space but instead was like, "fuck it, I'm going to have sex."(which I've never done lucid). So I went outside and looked for a guy. There were so many women walking down the street. One of them was dressed like Snooki and was wearing pants and a purple bra and had huge boobs. Finally, I saw a man. He was really good looking. He started walking towards me and he began to take his shirt off but then I woke up.

I was in my bedroom at my dad's house. I don't know how exactly I became lucid, but I did, and tried to switch the light on. I closed my eyes, imagined the lights on and opened them and it worked. I then stood there thinking about what I wanted to do. I remembered that I shouldn't be thinking about it too long, because I would waste my dream. I decided I wanted to go to my mom's house. I tried changing the scenery several times, but it didn't work. I did the nose-pinch RC to be sure that I was dreaming. I was, indeed, dreaming so I decided to find another way to get to my mom's house. I went to the bathroom to find a mirror and I put my hand through it, for some reason though I didn't want to use the mirror and suddenly someone ran into the bathroom.
"Hurry! They're trying to get everyone out of the house, you should hide if you want to stay here," the dream character said. I thanked my subconscious for helping me at the right moment and went outside. I saw a huge UFO and I got in. I told myself that we would be at my mom's house soon and the UFO landed. I lost lucidity because I didn't remind myself that I was dreaming. I recognized the place where we had landed as my mom's house, but it actually was a city. I walked around for a little bit and I didn't like it. It was too dark. Almost like a nightmare. I saw people running around like zombies, fighting each other and stealing stuff. Someone told me I had to run because it was Christmas. I said: "But Christmas is supposed to be fun!"
"Not here. Here, all the people try to steal stuff for themselves because nobody gives them presents."
Then I woke up.

Also, I remember a dream fragment where I'm talking to a friend of mine and she suddenly shows me an essay she wrote. It was about lucid dreaming, and I was surprised that she wanted to write an essay about that.
"I didn't know you were into that stuff?" I asked.
"Yeah it's quite interesting. You do that too, right?" she said. "How do you become lucid?"
"Usually by performing a RC when I see something strange," I answered. "In fact, you should do them very regularly so you'll be performing one in a dream too!"
"What kind of RC do you use?" she then asked.
"The nose-pinch RC usually works for me," I said.
"Can you show me how that one works?" she asked.
"Nooo, not now. We're in public, it probably looks very weird and I don't wanna be seen as a weirdo or something," I said.
My subconscious was helping me so well oh my god, I'm so stupid.

Morning of January 1, 2015. Thursday.

Reading time: 35 sec. Readability score: 48.



I am supposed to get on a military helicopter under non-threatening conditions, approaching from its right side. It features a camouflage design. It is in a mostly featureless field with overgrown weeds. While walking, my foot catches on a piece of uprooted root or snagged plant stem, and I trip with the usual hypnopompic kick.

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Usually, this stage of dreaming occurs as walking in a city and tripping or falling off the curb (though that is too common to bother to document, as is the beginning of this dream, as most begin with sightings of lakes and rivers as this one did), typically only as the first dream of a sleep cycle. Helicopters are a common form of vestibular system correlation and a projection of illusory physicality when there is more mental energy present, though on a spiritual level they have an association with the Merkaba as tornadoes do.

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Happy New Years Eve!

I haven't written down my dreams in a few days because I've been up north with TPLSGM and just haven't been bothered to. But while I was up there, I had this lucid.
Oh and I'm finally changing my lucid color so it's not the lime-green text anymore.

I was starting to wake up so that's when I knew I was dreaming. I was in a room that looked similar to the cabin. Dani was sitting at the kitchen table. I stared at the texture of the table to stabilize. I decided to try one of my goals. "What's the meaning of life?" I asked her. She stared at me with a blank expression and said, "uhhhhhh.... I don't know."

My next goal was to either summon a dead person or fly to space. I thought it would be too hard to fly to space so I decided to try to summon Robin Williams. So I closed my eyes, thought hard about him, and when I opened them, a lady appeared and we were in a room full of gold. There were gold vases and things on shelves around the room, and I thought maybe I was in heaven. The lady was wearing a white dress with gold detail and black hair, like a goddess. She kind of reminded me of Katy Perry in one of her music videos. There was also another lady who looked similar. The lady by me said, "This is the Lord's prayer room" or something like that. It seemed like I wasn't allowed to see Robin Williams. She began to escort me out. I peered into a room that had children singing church songs.

I think I could have stayed lucid longer, but I woke up anyway and had a false awakening in which I grabbed a pen and notebook to write down this dream. I think this might have been my first false awakening ever.

I woke up with the theme song from the tv series Lost playing in my head.

I am a student at a prep school. I am being bullied by the gym teacher (who looks like a psychotic mix between Dolph Lundgren and Josh Hartnett He tells me he'll give me a black star--punch me in the forehead, but so administrators won't see any marks. Then he'll get some of the other kids to "beat my ass." They will "put me in a circle" and punch me.

I get in trouble for something with a friend (not someone I know in WL), and we both get sent to the principal's office. Principal is telling my friend how he will get him kicked out of this school. My friend starts crying, and asking why I won't be getting kicked out as well. The principal says the circumstances are different for me. The principal goes on, looking through some thick book, and saying things like, "Seems there is an opening at such-and-such school." I scoot my chair (it's a rolley chair) closer to see what he is reading.

It's an album of Winnie the Pooh pictures. I laugh. He sees that I've seen the album and smiles. He then kindly lectures us on behaving in class, and tells us we need to do that. I say, "I am going to shoot straight with you," to the principal. I tell him about the gym teacher's threats. He slowly transforms from a slender, bald man with glasses to a heavier, blonde-bearded guy. The bearded guy tells us how they called the gym teacher "the cheat pro" in high school because he always cheated. I ask incredulously if he went to school here. The principal says he did not. His beard has changed into some weird metal clip flapping from his chin. He also has a clip hanging from his lower lip, his ears, and maybe nose (?). The clips flap as he talks. This seems vaguely unprofessional to me, but don't notice it as weird

The principal has now changed into a woman. She says she is sure the teacher did not mean his threats, and that he has to have some way to control the class. I tell her she is wrong, and that I fully expect to be beaten up soon. I tell her I will let her know if that happens.

My friend and I are heading back to class. I realize I forgot my book bag in the principal's office. I also am trying to remember what my science homework is. I realize I have done no science homework the entire year. Does that mean I just have a zero in the class? Why didn't the principal mention my grade? It suddenly dawns on me that I might be dreaming. I nose pinch twice and can breathe. My friend is looking at me expectantly. I think to tell him this is a dream, but then remember how DCs tend to wig out on me if I do that. I say nothing.

I also realize I don't need to go back to the office for the backpack, as I can just summon it here. I reach behind me, feeling for the strap. I feel the correct texture, and pull the backpack around to me. It has some orange coloration, but it otherwise almost exactly like the back pack I have in WL. I am satisfied. I then decide to head outside.

There are many students in the main hall--everyone seems to be heading to class. I am walking down a wide staircase with students going up and down. I see a boy trying to lift a duffel bag up onto the step above him--the step he is trying to get up is somehow very high, about four or five feet. I lift the bag up for him, reasoning that this should not take too much of my dream time. He thanks me (?) and then says I should lift bags in a certain way--I should "waffle" them. Whatevs

Another student stops me, and starts talking. I stop and listen, but it comes out garbled. I ask him to repeat himself. He shakes his head, and says he was just going to "cheer me on" or something. I realize this is just a DC, and therefore is not real. "You're fine," I say to him, and continue on to the front steps of the school. As I approach, I remember to observe the dream. What would that entail here? I pay more attention. Doors are made of glass. I go outside onto the main steps.

Something is now in my mouth--I'm chewing. Two girls approach me. They want me to take a survey or something. I spit the food out of my mouth in a retching fashion to see how they will react. They just stare at the chewed up food on the ground. I wake up. Go for the DEILD but no

Lying in bed, trying to WILD/fall asleep. Watching FMA Brotherhood with wife. Scar is speaking; wife comments on his scarred face. He looks a little weird to me--part of his face is white (Scar's character is brown-skinned in the show). Fast-paced outro music begins:



It seems clear that Scar is going to die in this next episode. My wife talks about them playing up his sacrifice. I am now looking at a Super Mario Bros. screen. Realize it is a dream, but am not sure if this is a transition so do nothing. Currently I have no body. Playing Mario Bros. 3 world 1 map music: (sorry gang, couldn't post two videos--look the second one up!)

Mario flies off wearing his cape from Super Mario World. The game transitions to some weird game with a naked baby's butt. Dream has solidified now and I have a body. I slap the baby's butt through the screen to see if I can interact with the game. I don't feel anything except for the t.v. screen, but the character reacts. I try to pick the baby up this fails. Danie Radcliffe from Harry Potter is sitting in a hot tub. He criticizes me for not picking up the baby correctly. I knock him backwards into the water. Move around the screen a bit--maybe some kind of office in isometric third-person view, like the old Crusader games. Some zombies wandering around. I decide I don't want to play a game for my entire LD, so I get up and leave the room.

Emerge in my mom's house, then remember to observe the dream. A thought comes up: can I remember any of the January tasks? Ah yes, I remember to new ones. Shouldn't be hard. But I'm not going to try hard. Just observe, and if the necessary tools emerge, then use them. I think I see a component resting on a cabinet, but when I look it is not there. I am looking inside of a cabinet when I wake up. Lie still and begin DEILD transition. Roll off of the mat and am falling through space. Seems to be going well, but keep knocking against something as I fall. I try to ignore it but then wake up. Try once more, then RC and write this down.

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.