lucid

12.12.2022

Familiar location, walking, and Dr. Loveless (or is it?)

Walking through the parking lot of a grocery store in the town where my Grandparents used to live. There is a strange car parked in the parking lot, with beetle-like horns in the front and a big spiky tail in the back. My nephew is almost hit with this car, or else almost walks into it. We walk to the other side of the parking lot and down the hill a bit. The hillside in front of the store is partially grown up, and partially covered with daisies. I think it might have been in the process of being mowed. It seems to be the hillside, but in the past. There is a clue to how long ago this was in the fact that my second cousin, who is in his 20s now, was younger at this time.

Across the street from this hillside is a body of water, like a small lake. As I look at the road going between the hillside and the lake, I realize that this looks like I location that I dreamed about recently and wonder if this might have been what inspired that dream. There is also a little park with trees across the street. It seems that there used to be a small fair, or open-air market, or such there.

We walk along a nearby path. There is a large drain at the edge of the water. There is also a place where the path seems to cross over the water a little. There is trash in the water, and I think I might even add to the trash by throwing something else in. My parents walk ahead for a little distance, and then come back. They are concerned about someone up ahead. As we walk farther, we find that there is a weird little kid, or small man, with some strange shooting device. There is a bridge going across some water, and he sits under this bridge with his gun aimed at us. Then he starts shooting tennis balls at some kids in a boat race. It hits them in the face and think causes some swelling, but they don’t seem to be too badly hurt.

On closer inspection, we find that this strange little kid is actually a midget. He doesn’t look too familiar, but we suspect that it might be Dr. Loveless from The Wild Wild West. By now this might actually be an episode of that show. There is something about a woman giving directions over a cell phone...
...A snippet of a memory about someone being taped down on the roof of something (a train or truck, maybe) and someone else being taped on top of them...

Trash, robots, and tomatoes

I wake up beside a trash incinerator. From where I am laying (outside) I can see murals painted on the buildings nearby. There is the phrase “all things to all men” in my mind, referring to a woman who was an actress. There is a painting I’m looking at that is supposed to have something to do with womens’ health. It is a big circle, kind of like a government logo or something, which has a big cloud (which looks like a dark cloud of pollution) and one or two other things. I wonder what these things might mean. Then I get up. Mom is nearby. I say hi to her. There is a trash theme at this point, and I see what looks at first like a man made of trash. He turns out to be a trash robot. I think there might be another one nearby, possibly serving my mother in some way. I think something about how robots are becoming common now.

There is a website that has to do with robots. Possibly something where I’m just looking at pictures of robots, but then it seems to become a familiar AI companion site or something. But then I’m walking into a Lego robot store. There is a little Lego robot attacking a button on the cuff of my right sleeve, like a playful dog might do. It chomps on it and gnaws at it. I walk into another room where my mother is doing something. Then it seems that this robot is indicating a place on one of my knuckles where there is a small injury – kind of like a cut. There is now another girl with us. We decide that I need to go to the doctor to have this injury looked at, although I’m kind of embarrassed to seem weak in front of this girl. My brother shows up now, too. There is something about weeds. There are a lot of weeds where we are, and we start blaming each other for letting the weeds grow up. He had mowed there earlier on, and then I mowed later. Meanwhile, we are cleaning up tomato plants. The injury is now more like an open wound, and is in my leg instead of on my knuckle. We start throwing tomatoes at each other. At one point some tomato stuff gets smeared into the wound.

Doctors, dogs, and the TARDIS

Someone comes walking into a room. He seems to be familiar, and on closer inspection we find that it is the 5th Doctor from the original Dr. Who series. He has kind of scruffy facial hair though, and seems to have a false nose. At least one other Doctor, and possibly more, show up, from different regenerations. Each of them has a dog with them. I go up to one of them – an earlier Doctor with an earlier dog companion. I start petting the dog, wondering if it still remembers me after all this time. I might be one of the Doctors myself. There is an interaction between two of the Doctors – an older one and a newer one. The newer one wants the older one to do something for him. It seems that the older Doctor is reluctant to do whatever it is. The newer Doctor decides to put some pressure on the older and starts messing with his TARDIS. This involves pulling out some wires and messing with a strange beam (like a weaving beam). The result is that the older Doctor, who had a deep base voice, now has a high pitched voice. The older Doctor gives in (or at least acts like he does), but makes the newer Doctor reset his voice first. The newer Doctor complies, although at first he overshoots and makes the voice too low. But in the end he fixes the older Doctor’s voice.

University Lucid

Walking along a sidewalk near my undergraduate university. Waiting for the light to change so that I can cross the street. There are some other students around. I walk into the student center building, and when I’m there it occurs to me that I’m dreaming. I do a nose pinch RC to be sure, and can still breathe. There are some beams set into the ceiling at regular intervals, and I think I float up to these and use them to pull myself along as though I were climbing a ladder horizontally. I look over at some people nearby to see what their reaction is, but I don’t think they notice me.

Spying, ape woman, shackles

I’m some kind of spy. I start walking into a building, where I am greeted by a woman. There might have been some sinister plot going on. I think there is also something about me being muddy, and not wanting to leave muddy footprints on the floor. I make an excuse to turn around and go back out, saying that I left something just outside. I go back outside and walk a little to the left. I do something where I go around a corner so that I’m out of sight, but also they can see me appearing to talk with someone and pet a dog. I pretend to be interested in looking down a drain grate, as though looking for a hidden message. Then I walk back to the place I was going into, smugly thinking that now the antagonists will be expecting messages to be deposited there and will be thrown off (this might have led into the ape dream above. Not sure).

An ape thing chasing me or someone around. I think it was an ape woman. We run into a room and shut the door. Something about another woman I believe. She’s 19 or 21, and she is interested in an older guy. At least for the moment...

...Something about being shackled to something, but it’s like a game because I’m trying to get other people to play by the rules. A part of the system holding us shackled isn’t even functional, we’re just pretending that it is.

Fragments:

(1) The bottom part of a snowman, sitting on top of a fence or something. I end up smashing it or knocking it over, or something. (Winter Theme!!)

(2) My cousin is starting a new school. He is trying to decide on school colors. I think he ends up choosing either red and blue or red and green. The school is across the street from a big lake (like one of the North American Great Lakes). He has a set of three flagpoles in front of the school, and I think there is a joking suggestion made that he should fly the Confederate flag from one of them. I, or at least my vision, move down the coastline a bit and see a large ship or pier just off of the coast. It looks like a place I have dreamed about at least once before.

(3) Redecorating my apartment. I have a poster of Narnia, and in the dream am trying to decide where to put it.

(4) Outside, there are some posts and caution tape placed around, as though the utility company had been marking something out. Someone mentions, I think, that at least some of the posts, or flags, are in the wrong place. But we are in the process of moving. I still have a lot of things in my room that I haven’t packed up. My mother, I think, is kind of impatient to move, but I want to get these things packed up. At least the books. I might get angry and swear somewhere around here (which I don’t do in waking life anymore).

(5) Someone is being chased on a mountain. There might be a couple of them, actually. It seems like they are on horses, but one guy suddenly hops on a 4X4 and goes speeding over the peak of the mountain and down the other side. The mountain is kind of blocky, like something from Minecraft. At least one of his pursuers is on skis though, and can make some decent speed down the snowy part of the mountain. There is a narrator, like a sports commentator, saying something like “he is determined not to let Sam go”. It might have been Sam Gamgee that was being chased.

The following might have been part of dreams listed above, so I won’t count them for the competition score:

(i) My Uncle talking with a fellow student of mine about growing up in E.L. Later I’m asking this student if he talked to my Uncle about living there. My Grandmother is around too, and when this student mentions a name of someone he knew my Grandmother starts talking about that person, having apparently known them as well (but this might have been part of the “spy” dream above, so I won’t count it for the competition).

(ii) I wake up in the future. Or else I think about waking up in the future and expect to see futuristic things, but don’t. In a building like the student center above (maybe a false awakening from the lucid)

From earlier on in the night:

I recall I was playing the role of a character in some character that was being made in an 80s movie about someone who was being bullied and generally a butt monkey. I was at a location that was supposed to be a roller rink but the decor was really bland, everything was just shades of white and light gray. Two dream characters (one female flanked on either side by two male, who are all completely naked) walk over and start bullying me. The fact that they are naked is absurd makes me realize that I am dreaming.)

Upon becoming lucid I remember that I am participating in a lucid dreaming competition, though I was still not 100% there. I then remember that the last time I was lucid I did a little 'trans'formation which earned me quite a few points and after chuckling at my own lame joke think I could do that a second time since I am confident that it will work. I even recalled that I preformed it by looking up at the ceiling and then back down at myself. Success. Turns out I was completely naked too so the body changes are immediately obvious.

The female bully comes back over.

"El-oh-el. (she sounded out LOL, hey I thought this was supposed to be a an 80s movie why are we using modern slang...?) You changed sex and your boobs are smaller than mine!"

She was right, I didn't have the same 'assets' I did last time I transformed though everything else seemed the same. I wasn't terribly concerned about that, figuring I could fine-tune it if I wanted. She continued with some unimaginitive insults and goading other dream characters into harassing me. More dream characters (again, all of them are naked)

"Stop bullying me. This is a lucid dream that we are sharing. If you bully me you are only hurting yourself." This time was said with confidence.

Instantly the lead girl flies into a rage and tries to attack me. She starts wailing on me with her hands trying to slap me to no effect. I use one hand to push her stomach. Not like a punch but still with some force and she goes flying back and sliding into the wooden roller rink. She slides on her butt around the rollerblade circuit (its quite small, maybe eight meters long), sliding around again and again in the route a skater would take. All the dream characters are pointing and laughing at her as her leg catches the edge and she starts to spin around.

"Stop laughing! It isn't funny." Even though upon awakening I do recognize it is a little funny.

I try to explain, rather poorly to the crowd of dream characters that they are figures in my dream, and that therefore they are all parts of me. My voice sounds squeaky and lacking any confidence even though I am reasonably confident in what I am saying even if I don't quite have the vocabulary to explain it concisely. I keep trying to correct this to no avail and its rather frustrating. I explain that if one part is 'disharmoniously integrated' then some part of me is not being accepted. This seems to aggravate the other dream characters who are adverse to me being lucid in the dream. Most run away, naked dream characters all spilling out the door while a few decide to attack me instead.

The dream scene changes to have ugly yellow wallpaper and I move into a new room. There is a nonsensical metal railing, like one might see on an industrial catwalk winding through the room and I am being attacked by a large, muscular male dream character. He tries repeatedly to punch me but I'm casually blocking all the punches like Neo at the end of the first matrix movie. He pulls a knife (out of where, I don't want to know because he was completely naked). He goes to stab me in the solar plexus. I feel a little poke and see the knife has gone in only about a millimetre and there is only a single drop of blood. He tries really hard to push it in further but to no avail.

I then summon a bamboo rod by reaching behind me. I hit the dream character on the head, not too hard, and say "go to horny jail" which was in some way connected to the fact that all the DCs were naked and that he was male and I was female (at least in form). Unlike my last lucid despite everyone being nude there was virtually no sexual charge to the dream. A large cardboard box falls on top of him, like a washing machine box and he squats down as it falls on him to trap him inside. There is like a slide whistle sound as the box comes down. Written on the front in black marker were the words 'Horny Jail'. There is a cutout with a window and three or four narrow jail bars made of cardboard wrapping paper tubes. The DC growls and pounds on the inside of the box in frustration, grabs the cardboard jail bars and shakes them trying to get them loose. Despite being a strong muscular looking male DC, he is thoroughly trapped by the cardboard box.

The dream continued for awhile becoming nonlucid.

I did a WBTB early in the night, about midnight I woke up and adjusted the bedding and got water. I was too tired to think about writing down the dream despite my excitement at what by recent standards was a successful lucid dream. But I fixated on the scene where I pushed the female DC back and the horny jail moment and told myself. There was no way I was forgetting that.

Just woke up from a layer-1 lucid moments before reading this.

I had a false awakening after dreaming about some sort of family gathering non-lucidly. I was at my dad's sisters house.

It was dark, but I was in my parents old bedroom. I felt around engaging the sense of touch more than the sense of sight and felt a face with short stubble/beard of a male sleeping next to me. I thought it might be my father but the face shape was wrong and it appeared to be bald instead. (Marcus human form return confirmed?) I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand by the window and it said 12:14:999 on an oversized seven-segment display. This doesn't make sense to me so I work my phone out of my pocket and check it. It says 12:14:99. I start to have a panic dream that I am late for school/work/college and overslept but then realize that the time is nonsensical and that I am dreaming! The epiphany wakes me up.

DILD (x2) = 15pts
WBTB (x1, success) = 2pts
DC Interaction = 2pts
Full Transformation = 10pts
Object Summoning = 5pts
Invulnerability (not perfect but good enough) = 5pts
Super Strength = 5pts

bedtime 01:30 Super fun night with wife

Pretty good recall and YAY a lucid, for such a late bedtime. Quite vivid first dream. The DILD was low awareness, no thought of doing comp task/goal.

+ beach shorts, clear ocean water [DS], CrLee [DS], band/instrument long scene

[waking, time unknown]

+ LUCIDD #278 DILD in corridor with CrLee [DS], know I'm dreaming, talk with DCs about the dream? Scene begins fading, I move to stabilize, look through window of door into dark room, the flat black color I see promotes the fade so I start moving again to stimulate connection to the dream, the fade continues and I move back to the original part of the corridor and do a spin to try to save the LD, but the fade continues, I think I may end up in a new place... and I "wake" and lift up my sleep mask to see where I am, still dreaming but non-lucid
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In room with kids, they are arranged in a strict hierarchy like a church, a group of kids with an adult are visible walking past outside through windows, I move on and in a dark/twilight [DS] area, talk to people about the color coded boards with numbers, which mean which group of kids is in which location/activity, the group I was asking about the answer came that they were doing Tai Chi. I ask about another group and the answer came "drone field." I ask "oh you mean that large field over in that direction?" "Yes." Move on to very large room, party, people playing with a bouncy/floating large object balloon made up of many concentric objects, a red part was in the middle and we're wondering what it is, get closer and it's made from red rubber that kid's playground balls are made of but in an irregular shape, not sure if we should take it out, put it back in the structure, move on. Group of people sitting at table, come across old boy scout friends, I think the Gre. family will the first one to have grandkids in our troop. Move on to next room, someone says "they like to drink pea juice," young people are sitting at long picnic style cafeteria tables [DS], room mostly empty, someone says it's not really pea juice but pea soup, "Lingemans," I see briefly a white box carton with Lingeman's pea soup on the label. I want to get to a cabinet but two girls are sitting at the table right in front of it so blocking access, move on to the right of them past a table with food, there's a container with animal cookies, I take one, small piece, bite/eat it, moving circling to the right back towards entrance, wake up.



08:34

WBTB

OOB 09:30

WILDed into my old bedroom and went to the window to check if it was indeed my old bedroom. "Oh yeah" I thought as soon as I saw the familiar scenary. I didn't remembre my tasks all that well, so I went with the piano playing which I knew was a thing but didn't remember wasn't the 3 step task anymore.

So I went to the living room, sat at the piano and tried to play something cool. However, nothing good came out and I ended up quickly giving up. Then I went to the kitchen where my sister was playing on her computer. I asked her for some piano advice but she kind of avoided the question and asked me to help her install something on her PC. I helped a bit and then went to the kitchen balcony, which was significantly bigger than it is IWL.

I looked at the sky and it was slightly cloudly, cool and humid and I thought it would be a perfect day to fly. However I wasn't feeling super confident, nor was I feeling like jumping out of the 7th floor, so I decided to test for super strength instead and started punching the wall. Nothing much happened to the wall itself but at the 2nd or 3rd punch it seemed like the wall "stepped back" slightly. I tried to do it again but to no avail.

Next up I remembered the electronic device task, so I headed back to the living room, where my two versions of my cat were. I petted both of them for a bit and then grabbed my phone. Everything seemed normal I opened the music app which seemed to have every tune I have ever listened to. I played one of them, and it started playing an album I hear often, which coincidentaly I actually have on my phone IWL.

Finally I decided to go the neighbours place to see if I could find the Unigine Valley there (going through their door has led to some weird places before). As I was leaving my house I remember the expression "the writing is on the wall" and try to think it would be cool if there was writing on the wall in the corridor when I went out through my front door. And sure enough, there it was. On the left wall of the corridor, in a very faint, light red color it was written "writing on the wall". Kinda neat, uh? (except for the part where it was written in red, I kinda felt like it was blood).

Anyways, I knocked on my neighbours door, but before they had time to answer I noticed to my right a room which had two grand pianos and a smaller keyboard instrument which was clearly supposed to be a min church organ. I sat at the organ and started playing Toccata in D minor by Bach (I can't actually play this IWL, so this was all just me thinking the sound and moving my hands randomly, and the sounds came out). Then the neighbours came rushing into the room, slightly angry. I started playing Autumn Leaves and they apparently had no choice except to groove along. One sat down at a piano and the other pulled out a saxophone and we just jammed. Great fun! Worth noting that I had to purposely not look at the keys for otherwise the illusion that I actually could play would be broken.

The non-lucid dream ended, my final waking. At the same time, I was chewing on an oak leaf, trying to earn some last-minute points. Was it a visualization or was it still a dream? The leaf was tough and tasteless.

I started to run. This could turn it into a dream or stabilize it. And as I was analyzing it, I was sure I couldn't feel my real body or any signs of real life leaking in - I was dreaming, running through my childhood neighborhood!

I decided to taste another leaf, this time from a red Japanese maple. It was softer that the oak leaf but still with papery texture and only a mild earthy and woody taste, reminiscent of the smell of decaying leaves in autumn. To get some minor points in, I also did a reality check, even though the run probably already covered the points for stabilizing/RC.

Noticing that the dream was nicely solid, I choose to move on to the three-step task.

I raised my hands a bit, slowly turning around, looking up and talking to the skies and the whole of the dream around me: "Hey Dream. Give me a waterbending master or expert on water magic." Not many people were around and I felt unsure about this. Then I saw some people coming from the side street and one of them approached me, smiling. He had tan skin, dark hair and a round friendly face, looking Hispanic. "Are you him, the waterbending master?" I asked. He nodded and joined me. I don't think he told me his name but later in the dream, I knew his name was Pedro.

We were walking towards my childhood home.
"How much experience do you have?" I asked.
"Six or seven years," Pedro answered.
"Six or seven years to become a master bender? That's not bad." I think I expected someone with tens of years of experience but this sounded good too.
I got worried about no water in the area but Pedro pointed towards a nearby ragged area with water puddles glistening between grassy mounds. He approached one of the puddles, squatted next to it, dipped his fingers in, and asked, shaking the water off his fingers: "Do you know, where this water comes from?"
"Uhm, from the air?"
"Yes." He started to talk about rain and water in a philosophical way which made me impatient. There simply wasn't enough time to learn deeply about water.
"Can you tell me how to do this?" I asked, interrupting him. He shook his head, probably disliking my unwillingness to appreciate his approach to teaching.
I tried to draw the water towards me but failed. So I run to the other puddle, wanting to try to create waves. After failing at that, I splashed the water to get some initial waves that I wanted to amplify. But shockingly, there was a drain and the disturbance of the water caused by me made all the water drain out. And the first puddle somehow disappeared too.

On my right side, there were now people, sitting in rows, possibly watching something. I stepped through them, Pedro following me and watching me. One of the men there had a bottle of water and I asked him to pour a little bit into my hands. In a dream a couple of days ago, I was told that my power was to manipulate the surface tension of water. So I asked the water in my hands to stay as a round ball and I threw it into the air.
It flew high and then dropped back down, falling on the head of some unfortunate lady. It somewhat worked, the water stayed together, but I saw it more as a fail because it was far from impressive.

The next part of the dream was confusing. My activities attracted some unwanted DCs' attention. More specifically, they started to chase me and looked like they wanted to arrest me. I found a swimming pool that was covered with thick plastic and started to uncover it. Pedro was still with me but didn't interfere in any way.
I was sitting on the edge of the pool. Unable to do anything with water in it, I considered jumping in, knowing that I can't drown. DCs had unusual guns and tried to shoot me with some weird projectiles but I managed to dodge. Unable to see anything to gain from jumping into the pool, I somehow retreated.
Pedro was on his way out too and I called out to him to wait for me and together, we left the scene.

The last part of the dream was kind of a debrief. Pedro looked differently, maybe it wasn't even him anymore. We were talking about waterbending only allowing subtle changes. But that was in real life. I said: "But in a dream, I should be able to do more with it." And he said: "In a dream? Yes, you should be able to do more in a dream."
Then the dream ended.

Created Sunday 11 December 2022

Got a short DILD and a few fragments today.

Scrap Group 1
Dragon Ball dream.1 Bulma and Goku enter a suburban house. There, they meet Fortuneteller Baba much earlier than they should've. The witch badgers them into doing some chores. When the kids were done, she rewards them with a blue modem cable. This, Baba claim, would allow them to connect to the internet with any device, even non-computerized ones. Timeskip. The duo go to Master Roshi's house, which was also located in a suburbs. They call for the old hermit, but he wasn't home. They decide to leave him the magic modem cable as a gift for him.

At a sports stadium watching a baseball game. Mom and Jethro were there. Later, this lean light skinned dark haired guy starts harassing Jethro. The jerk goes nuts, and starts attacking my brother. I intervene, yet somehow, that guy was strong enough to not only hold us both back, but also to lift the two of us off the ground. He tosses us down into the field. It was a long fall before hitting the ground. Warp. I'm back at my seat. None of this commotion ever happened. I get up, and go to the food court/concourse. For some reason, I go all the way around the opposite side of the stadium to find a certain stand. There, I find a gate sealed with a roller door. Curious, I open this up, to find this lead to a seating aisle sealed off to the rest of the public. A security guard (who looked more like a blonde surfer dude in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts ensemble and wearing shades) was standing there, back facing me. He soon turns around, and spots me skulking around. I get spontaneously aware. To score point (and also to avoid unnecessary trouble), I literally rewind the dream, tape scratching sound and all. Events play backwards at dizzying speeds, until I'm halfway down the concourse again, where time is restored. I think of what to do, but after about twelve seconds of pondering things over, the dream collapses.

Watching a supposed live action Boondocks movie. Zoom in a Compton suburbs during daytime. This place looked an awful lot like the neighborhood in Friday. Anyway, Robert Freeman (played by the late John Witherspoon, who voiced the same character, and also starred in Friday) was watering his lawn. Soon, a car pulls up, dropping off his grandsons , Riley and Huey. They retained their voice from the cartoon series, despite being played by unknown young actors. Also there was Lamilton. He bragged about how the three snuck into a rated R movie. He tries to get the Freeman boys up to other antics, but they were fed up with him, so Lamilton just goes home. Robert overheard what was said, and was quite upset. He pulls out an airhorn, and sounds it right at the ears of his grand sons. He then yells at them for doing what he told them not to. The two argue that they were roped into Lamilton's whims. They also noted how that other kid was batshit insane. Granddad wanted none of it. Just then, a traffic incident occurs. The two drivers, irate with each other, blocked the road, shouted at each other, and honked their horns. Robert complains about all the noise in his neighborhood, and does likewise.

At work. The Christmas party was underway. This caught me off guard, as I was sure it was happening in two weeks. Someone else told me it was actually occurring at the 11th (impossible, given that it was scheduled for a Monday; the 11th is today, a Sunday). I was sure embarrassment was to ensue, as I had no gift for that Secret Santa nonsense.

early:
+ hideaway by the sea: transforming door locks, secretary, no office equipment (file folders, trash can liners), she says don't bother with the liners and I imagine people just emptying the cans and crumpled up papers

+ lunch in cafeteria, big bread, long fries, sauce with beige colored ants crawling all over it

WBTB
[7th-hour waking]

+ ST by trailer

+ car broken into, driving with no shoes; ST in hallway

+ mirror room that doesn't reflect (was removed?); ST

+ CH bathroom w/strange door and no toilet but hole in floor that flushes itself

+ plane diving towards sea

+ ST at pool


+ [LUCIDD #275] in room with "teammates" talking about this being a shared lucid dream and flying over blue ocean water, we take off and land in a number of different places


+ [LUCIDD #276] in mall sitting on automated toy horse and group of young people come by who also want on the horse, I say "I'm lucid again, you know!" interact with one DC [frisky time], then decide to do hand through wall, "WHOA!" they say when I stick my hand into the white wall halfway up the forearm, I take it out and tap the wall showing that it's still solid, then more frisky time with another one from the group who shrinks, and I transform her back up to human size, scene fades

+ [LUCIDD #277] [DEILD] I maintain dreamy mind and I return to a dream scene in CH home sister's room, I cause some roses to grow on a bare plant in a vase in front of my eyes, 3-4 flowers of different types and shapes and colors appear, walk in hallway to find place where can do walk through big solid object, reject bathroom, reject hall wall leading to my old bedroom, decide on closed door to parents' room, try to walk through, "there is no door", but instead as my legs power forwards they knock into the door, opening it (but as two halves of a 2-sided door, each side opening to their side, like the swinging double doors in an old Western saloon), people are in the room talking, there's a painting of a "live" girl there, ST with the painting [LOL], I hear my mom's voice and think I should turn and talk to her but keep going at it with the painting until I wake up

12.10.2022

Fragments from earlier in the night:

(1) Laying on a bed in one room. But when the sun starts to come up it is too bright in there to sleep, so I move to another room. Sitting on the bed in this room, I can see through the blinds and out the window. I think about how I could see from laying down if I were to put my pillow at the other end of the bed, but then I think it might be OK to take a break from [the war?] and lay down at the end I feel more comfortable with. As I sit looking out the window, there is a message from [the enemy?]? Something involving explosives that look like fireworks or shooting stars in the sky.

(2) Tunnels? Or corridors of some kind? Some creature that attacks people (or their characters – this might be a bit video game-ish) and pulls them into another tunnel. If this happens you can break free by going to another area. There are tentacles reaching out from one place that can catch you if you get too close. Dr. Who might be around somewhere...Going down a hallway and into a room. There is an ointment you can apply and clean yourself with if you have been involved in some sort of sin (idolatry?). There is a guy in the room next to me using it, and I try to see if I can get some of it myself...video game thing, using a bottle of perfume to win over a female character.

Woke up around 7:45, went back to sleep around 9:30.

Journaling with my eyes closed (lucid)

I start typing in my dream journal, but my eyes are still closed. I type a line or two, having trouble (naturally). I can see what I’m typing even though my eyes are closed. Then I think that I might just be dreaming this. I do a nose pinch and can still breathe. I’m dreaming!! It is a bit unstable feeling, and I’m not sure at first if it is an actual dream or just HI/visualization. I reach for the light, which feels kind of solid. I stand up. My eyesight is pretty blurry, but at least I’m lucid. I worry that I might be too excited and lose the dream, so I try to stay calm. “This is a dream, stabilize”, I say once or twice. Thinking about the competition, I want to really be sure that this is an actual dream, so I get up and stagger across the room. The dream starts to fade, and I hold onto some imagery for a little bit before losing things.

I tried to hold onto the dream, or else have a DEILD, which might have lead into the following non-lucid:

Lying in bed. I can see a girl. Maybe a couple of girls. They ask me how I’m doing. “Pretty good!” I say triumphantly, “I just had a lucid dream! It wasn’t very long, but it was lucid. Now I’m feeling pretty good!” [Or close to that. I’m working on trying to remember the exact wording when there is talking in my dreams]. I really do feel pretty good. I am still feeling the ‘lucid euphoria’ that I seem to experience sometimes. I remark on how it seems like I’m looking at this girl through a tunnel in my blankets, or something.

Little House on the Prairie, but on a boat

A family, including at least one or two girls, are traveling south by boat. It is the Ingalls family, from Little House on the Prairie. But it’s kind of like we are watching this on TV. Also, the plot is a bit difficult to follow. They go south, but then go back north for some reason before going south again. When they go back north, two girls are playing in the river and come across a doll. This doll, apparently, had been tossed into the river earlier on by one of them (or maybe even someone else) earlier on in their journey. They are delighted to find that it has come with them this far. They pull it out from where it has come to rest and toss it back into the current of the river. Meanwhile, I and someone else are trying to figure out why the family is back in this location.

I decide, since these are characters, I should ask them (here I seem to be associating them with dream characters, but without being lucid). They explain that they came back north for something. They also talk about how their brother had moved south. They originally lived in Illinois, and he moved down around Louisiana or Missouri, or some place in the deep south. They are moving down to be closer to him. I think that this is interesting, because a similar situation has occurred in my family – which is particularly interesting because now this Little House on the Prairie family are actually my ancestors. History seems to be repeating in our current generation. I explain the situation to this family, explaining that we originally lived in the Midwest, and my brother moved farther away. We didn’t want to leave, but in order to be near the family and the grandkids, it seemed like moving was the thing to do.

Fragments that might have all been one dream

Lying on a bed. Something about spooky things at night. It’s night. I want to go downstairs. There is something about how it would actually be less spooky to go down while it’s still night, for some reason. I start downstairs, but eventually decide to give it up and go back to bed. I come across my mother in another room. We talk a little bit, I think...

...Something about ghosts. People dying, but coming back to this room? Which I think makes sense in a humorous kind of way considering where those people are from. A woman lies down in the bed I was lying in. “Remind me not to lay on that side of the bed again,” I say. Then a girl comes along and lays on the other side of the bed. “Remind me not to use the sheets,” I say. Someone points out that the ghost women don’t use the sheets. I think that’s smart, since other ghosts have used them...

...Talking with my mother. Something about this same room and bed. There is a row of benches (like church pews) off to the right. When one looks at them with the light shining at the right angle, there are spots of light reflecting off each of them that look like eyes. It’s a creepy effect, and reminds me of something from the Backrooms...

...In a room (the same room as above?) Mickey Mouse is outside of the door dancing with a girl. I wonder if the girl is Annette Funicello...

...Watching a TV show about some people from my college going to Europe to do some work. Playing with toy cars...

Christmas bits

It’s Christmas. My brother and his wife are at the house. But I only bought one gift for the two of them, and I think maybe one for my mother. My brother’s kids aren’t there though, and I wonder if we will be giving them presents today. If so, I’ll need to go and buy some. There is some discussion about our plan, but in the end it seems that we will not be going to see the kids until the next day. Still, I go to my room and look around for something I can give to my sister-in-law as a gift.

...My brother gives me a gift. Glass with frosting and a joke/meme. Some things about Sherlock Holmes gifts, including an alarm clock where you have to solve a mystery for it to stop (might have been part of the above dream)...

Cuban Conspiracy

At my old job, there had been an experience where we went to Cuba (in the dream, I mean. This didn’t happen in waking life). While we were there, we got involved in some crime. We then lied to our boss/captain (by now it seems to be related to Star Trek). Some time later, this is found out. There is a scene in which someone is sitting at a desk going over some papers, and things don’t line up quite right. A few other people are around, and I’m saying something to the boss like “we’ll talk about that later. Really. We need to talk about this.” Apparently, this is something really serious. If for no other reason than that we lied about what we did. There is a scene in which Riker (from Star Trek) is lying to cover up what really happened by making up a story about himself committing some other serious crime.

I reflect on what has happened and feel kind of guilty. Also I’m kind of scared about being found out. But I kind of justify things to myself by thinking that I was pretty new at the time and was just going along with what the more experienced employees were doing [we were smuggling something, it appears]. I try to think of what I might say if I were questioned about it, but I realize that I don’t quite remember the details of what happened. I try to defend myself by thinking about how, in some countries, there is so much corruption that people have to pay bribes to get things done. Maybe that’s what it was like here. How would I know otherwise? Maybe the system was corrupt. What if, for example, someone had been wanting to build something, but because of the broken system he wasn’t able to get nails? He might be waiting around unable to build until we showed up with smuggled nails.

Fragments:

(3)...My nephew looking for my violin. It’s in a room, but my mother seems to think I should hide it so that he doesn’t break it..

(4)...Something about drinking alcohol through long skinny tubes. My friends want to go out drinking. There is some kind of festival going on, it seems. Some people in fancy costumes dancing behind a bar. My friends want to pray before leaving...

(5)...Something about my artist friend wanting to become more commercial. Mass producing things, but weird things like surgically altering people as a kind of extreme tattoo. I talk about how this is the sort of thing we might see on the Discovery channel someday – “The world’s most extreme tattoos”...

These three dreams were pretty good actually. I got to do a few of the winter competition tasks!

In the first one, I was in this Half-Life type dystopian world. I was in the middle of a desert with a set of 4 relatively small skyscrapers that were parallel to each other and a relatively small parking lot with a hole between two of the buildings. The mission was to protect the city from foreign invaders (Half-Life 2 nerds will most likely understand what I'm saying.) . The foreign invaders happened to be Advisors (these gigantic maggot-like alien creatures that have telekinesis and such). They were throwing debris from the buildings they broke around, I was using my Colt Python Revolver in order to stop them. It wasn't long until I was interrupted by Alyx (side-character in the Half Life game) and Dog (her.. mechanical pet) . They were trying to help me and it wasn't long until the desert turned into a forest, the skyscrapers turned into smaller buildings and multiplied in number. I was shot by a small rock, piercing my heart and causing my death. After that I suddenly found myself in an empty basement, with this weird man mumbling something to me. It clicked to me that I was dreaming all of a sudden, so I started phasing through the walls and flying at incredibly high speeds. After flying away from the basement, I teleported myself back to it to yet again complete one of the simpler tasks that is interacting with a dream character. His appearance was distorted, looking like a stretched and pixelated image in photoshop. I asked him as to what he's trying to tell me, only to be met by this odd and peculiar gaze.. Shortly after that I woke up, went back to sleep and that's where the second dream started.

In the second dream, I immediately knew that I was dreaming. I was at home, eating a freshly made hamburger. I decided to put a ridiculous amount of ketchup on it and dove in. It was one of the best things I've tasted in a dream so far, it was really tasty, and even the entire table was covered by ketchup! Afterwards, just when I wanted to get a good view of the outside world, I woke up. This was an extremely short one, but it was nice.

The third dream features some adult and inappropriate topics, so I'll avoid mentioning them.
I found myself in the suburbs, taking a casual stroll. Wasn't long until I got a sudden burst of awareness and lucidity.
I used telekinesis to suddenly stop cars that were passing by, after that I took off with insane speed and flight, headed to my house. I arrived within seconds. I was able to sense that someone was in my room, waiting for me. I turned myself invisible and slowly flew through the walls like a ghost. I turned visible again and stopped levitating, dropping myself to the floor of my room. I wasn't able to see them with my normal sight, I was only able to feel their presence. I made them visible, changed them into an attractive individual. I got rid of all the other dream characters, manipulated their mind into.. Well, I'm not allowed to get into the details, it's uncomfortable enough just talking about this publicly.

That's all I'll be getting into for tonight :)

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Created Friday 09 December 2022

Got a DILD and some fragments today. I'll tally up the score as a few inquiries about the competition are clarified.

Scrap Group 1
Vaguely recall playing games.

Something about work. Some former co-workers were around.

Walking south between 97th and 88th street during a grey day. There was some commotion, compelling me to hide. I see some people picking reeds. Around then, I start feeling itchy. Some man said something about fire ants.

Dream 1 - DreamViews Winter Competition 2022 - Night 8

Scene 1 - The Unphasable Jock
The visuals were dim. I was in an ancient complex, the constructions made of stone, lit braziers sitting atop cast-iron stands providing scant lighting. Soon, I stumble upon a small ramshackle town square type area. Purveyors had set up shop behind makeshift counters made of crates. Most distinct among them was a tall cloaked man wearing a beaked skull for a mask, a wide brimmed hat on his head. Speaking to me in a suspicious whisper, he presses on me a request to join a "gauntlet". Sounded quite interesting, but I decided to hold off for the moment.

Just then, this huge, fat, light skinned, auburn haired guy wearing jeans and a striped shirt looms over me. Sizing me up, he snatches papers I happened to have in hand. He glances over a few things, and makes mockery of what I'd supposedly written. Two of his cronies, some short goony looking guys, laugh along with him. I was as baffled as I was annoyed at such a stereotypical jock attitude. I demanded he give back my belongings, but he paid no heed, and seated himself on stone benches to peruse some more. Frustrated, I projected shadowy energy near him, which I erected into a huge drill as a scare tactic. Once again, the jock dismissed my gesture.

Spontaneously, I get aware. Thinking of tasks, I draw a dollop of the conjured shadow on my hand. The inky dark speck began slithering around each of my limbs. Through intent, I announced this was no mere shadow, but was in fact the shapechanging spirit, Eddie (from Guilty Gear). Sure enough, the glob expanded, then shaped itself into the Forbidden Beast's usual form, that of a crawling, black gargoyle-shark thing just over knee-high. Looked kinda weird to see him from top-down, especially his fins, which looked much thinner and sharper than I'd imagine. Anyway, I command Eddie to spook that nearby jerk. The creature expanded its jaws and distended its arms and claws as it growled. However, even this wasn't enough to phase that mouth-breathing jock, who merely waved me off in annoyance. Whatever. Don't care anymore.

I then went back to the skull-masked man, and agreed to participate in his gauntlet. He nods silently. Soon, I felt an imminent warp. I allowed such to occur.

Scene 2- Shadow Gauntlet
Similar visuals. In a blink, I was immediately teleported to the courtyard of a different fortress, this one of Gothic design, a starless night sky the only source of illumination. Lines of tall walls crated maze-like hallways at all sides. Eddie didn't show up with me.

I round a corner, when suddenly, a monster charges at me. This appeared as a fanged lizardman, its bulging shoulders contorting it into a shambling hunchback. Acting quick, I, once again, projected a large shadowy drill to interpose between us. The beastman dodges, if was still nicked, by the attack. When it stumbled at close range, I conjured Eddie. The spirit rose with its claws outstretched on an elongated arm, striking my opponent true. I followed up with a palm upper of my own, a blow mighty enough to launch the lizardman several meters into the air. I leaped to chase it higher, where I grabbed it by its head, then slammed it down face-first into the stone pavement. I continued by grabbing its leg, and bashing it around some more. Next, I had Eddie form into a puddle to trap my enemy. I was gonna continue wailing on it, but found there was no need, as it was already quite dead.

I continue towards a gate, when the dream started blacking out. Soon, I woke up.

This was a rather peculiar and odd dream.

I found myself in a pitch-black manor.. I wasn't able to see much besides a few things. I gave myself night vision and was able to see a zombie-like entity that was headed my way, lunging at me. Before I was able to react and fully process the fact that I was dreaming, I've already woken up in a pile of sweat. The dream was really intimidating and it surely managed to scare me.

I shortly went back to sleep, thinking nothing much of it.
But there was I again, in the same manor. This time I was pretty mentally prepared and nothing could catch me off guard. I was not in the same room, but it felt like the same manor and I was sure of it.
I recalled the competition and the tasks and immediately got to work. I phased through a nearby wall, and it felt like I was slowly making my way through gelatin. I wasn't able to see much besides the texture of the wall, until I was pulled back by something and I woke up, again. This time, the dream was trying to fool me into thinking that I've woken up, but I already knew that it was the same dream. I stood up from my bed, opened the sliding door to my balcony and flew off at a medium speed. But shortly after that I was woken up by my alarm clock, and didn't get to do much.


That's basically it, since the weekends have started I'll be getting more dreams since my sleep won't be interrupted.
The two dreams were pretty weird in my opinion, I don't get nightmares often anymore so it's a pretty rare experience, I had fun overall and actually enjoyed them.

Created Wednesday 07 December 2022

Got an LD and some fragments today. It took a hell of a long WBTB, but I think it was worth it.

Scrap Group 1
FA upstairs. I was strained and exhausted from my obsessive attempts at LDs. I make continual attempts at rolling to the floor, without success. There were moments where I suddenly felt something, whereupon I "awakened" abruptly.

Dream 1 - DreamViews Winter Competition 2022 - Night 6

Scene 1 - Rubber Walls
The visuals were slightly blurred. FA in an unknown bed. Instead of a bedroom, I was in a vast living room of a huge one-story house, the ceiling high, floor orange tiles, and furnishings spread far apart. Supposedly, this was my brother Victor's new place. Mom and my niece Linda were around, and I also saw my cousin Sarah and her daughter in the area. There was a lot of chattering, frustrating my attempts at getting back to "sleep" for a chance at LDs. Eventually, I caved, and got up.

I asked Victor about the local area. He told me about a shopping center nearby, much closer than compared to his "old" home. My brother also mentioned a particular site there (can't recall what). Interested, I think to check the place out. I try remembering where my belongings were. This leads to a nagging feeling that I'd forgotten something important. I pondered this over, and despite the sense of urgency, continued doing so for minutes on end. My thoughts stumble to the topic of dreams, and thus, leads me to do a casual breathing reality test. This proved inconclusive. But, this didn't matter, as my suspicions quickly developed to awareness.

With the competition in mind, I leap backwards to phase through a window leading to the house's backyard. I recalled I needed to actually see myself going through a surface. So, I try charging through a frosted glass wall haphazardly placed between a patio and the greater yard. Upon reaching close, a force kept me running a place. I make a desperate leap to the wall, when the glass suddenly took on a molten, rubbery, almost gooey consistency. Trudging the inch, I spin forward, risking my getting enveloped by this oozing glass. To much relief, I finally make it through.

I find myself in a huge backyard spanning many acres, its palisade wood fence nearing the day's horizon. Wasn't much to see, though, just a bunch of trimmed grass. Only a screen roof shed broke the monotony. I made my way there, when the dream begins to deteriorate. I concentrate on my breathing to stabilize the dream, and await a warp.

Scene 2 - Aqua Mania Ball
Similar visuals. I was inside that house again. Linda was nearby, dressed in white clothing. She looked considerably younger than she should be. My niece complains of boredom. So, I start tossing her around. On a lark, I chuck her much further than should be possible, throwing her almost to the 5 meter tall ceiling, then hurling her safely atop a lazy chair about 10 meters out. Dream or otherwise, I wasn't comfortable about the thought of endangering her, so I stopped that to do other things.

I set out a side door. As per my three-step task, I begin to fly. I float through a floral hedge wall and under a stone gate, then over a suburbs. Soon, I arrive at a highway ramp spanning over a calm bay, sparse clouds at the distance in a cool dawn sky. Swooping down for a closer look of the road, I realize this ramp was actually an overtly long bridge. Anyway, I recalled I needed to fly fast to get points. So, I pick up speed, going about 200mph, easy, well above the pace of the few vehicles racing through the area. For extra ambience, I had the dream play suiting music. Soon, the intro theme from Sonic Mania began sounding. Since I'm not too familiar with this song, my mind began filling in the blanks. The music bridged into a jazz metal piece, of which I'm quite sure I've never heard. A lengthy kick-ass guitar solo that captivated me for minutes on end. Good times!

Snapping out of my trance, I move on to task three: element manipulation. I charge energy at my hand, and fire it as a ki-blast down to the waters. For extra thoroughness (not sure if 'ki' counts as an element for the sake of this competition), I began drawing the liquid into the ki. I then gathered both matter and energy above my raised palm, an exorbitant glowing mass, hovering over me as an orb a city block in diameter. I fired the combined water-ki ball down to the greater bay. The waters separates, then orbits around the ball in numerous streams, before spraying around as jets in all directions. When the sphere made contact with the waves below, the bridge and other surroundings suddenly became a sea. A vortex formed beneath me, which slowly spiraled upwards, and before long, I was surrounded. I suspected the dream was collapsing. So, I awaited another warp.

I woke up briefly. Dream re-entry seconds later.

Scene 3 - Hugging Summon
The visuals were slightly blurrier. I was in the aforementioned house once again. Soon, I try a personal task. For this sake, I attempt to summon D. I hug empty air in front of me, when, to my pleasant surprise, the obsidian construct steadily blinked in view. She wasn't manifested quite to spec (bald instead of blue flame hair; no leather wings or horns; only shoulder height instead of gigantic in stature). Oh well, being present is more than good enough for me. Her skin was also warmer than human's, unusual, but also quite comforting. Anyway, I ask for help in more tasks. The construct assents without question.

With the groundwork underway, I float us both to an opened hatch-style window above the front door. I squeeze us outside, when the sun glared to blinding intensity. Soon, I woke up.

One thing about LD comps is I feel compelled to share dreams I wouldn't otherwise because they seem somewhat inappropriate for public discussion. Content Warnings for the relevant bits, proceed at your own risk.

I recall being in the park of my old town meeting up with a group of about 20 dream characters who are part of a firearms enthusiast club. I have brought a new gun.it looks like an fn p90. I converse with the members of the group who are enthusiastic about owning new large assault rifles and are talking about wanting to go to a shooting range to have an accuracy competition and take slow motion videos of bullets hitting things.

The leader of the club is an army captain or major who wears a slight beard of light brown hair and a baseball cap. He gives a short friendly but firm lesson on gun safety. Reminding all club members to check safeties and keep weapons unloaded. He then emphasizes not to point any firearms at anyone ever. Even if they are unloaded and have the safety on because a bullet could still be in the chamber.

We dismiss the meeting and I head home. The layout of my old neighborhood is disjointed and in order to get home I must walk along a narrow dirt path that runs through woods and wetlands. The trees are bare and the reeds in the wetlands yellow and dead as though it is winter. On one side of me are huge vertical houses five or six stories tall built on sloping lawns draining into the wetlands.

I navigate back to my childhood home before remembering that my parents and grandparents are visiting and would never approve of me having a firearms. I go in through the basement door and wrap the carbine in dirty laundry including a thick jacket.

I make my way upstairs and all the dream characters aggressively question me including my childhood friend X. I repeatedly explained that I was just doing laundry and tried to sound annoyed rather than nervous. eventually they bought my line of bs.

I got up to my room which resembled how it looked when I was in junior high. I hid the laundry with the gun in my closet. My father appears and shows me a Lego star wars ucs at-at and says he wants to build it with me.

…

I am at college but the environment is original to dream. At first I am in a cafe with a subway and see my old supervisor from when I worked at subway. I then headed outside onto a pool terrace. There are multiple small hot tubs in a sort of terraced structure, with water flowing down waterfalls from one tub to the next. There are a multitude of dream characters lounging around in swimsuits and some of them are rather attractive. Many of them are looking at me funny.

I then notice that I am not wearing swimming clothes but rather a tucked in button up shirt and dirty white boxer briefs. I immediately feel embarrassed and decide to remove myself from the situation, heading back inside. I go into the women's bathroom by accident. It is a normal, actually somewhat nice bathroom with a vase of flowers on the counter. I get thrown out by a woman and go into the mens room.

Spoiler for CW: feces and masturbation:

The mens bathroom is some disgusting surrealist nightmare. The room is huge, about the size of a gymnasium but with walls painted black or a very dark blue. The floor is made of deep forest green tiles maybe three inches on edge with white grout. The floor is not even, but rather made up of shallow square hoppers. Shallow pyramid shaped depressions with floor drains in the bottom. Perhaps two-thirds of a meter on edge.

The floor is covered in feces. Most of them are rather small, just looking like dog poops on someones lawn but there are huge elephant turds and big piles of poop like a frozen yogurt. Some of the shallow basins have their drains clogged and are filled with yellow urine. About a half dozen male dream dream characters stand near the center of the room pleasuring one another in a literal circle-jerk while another guy is completely naked and crapping into one of the hoppers. A fat guy is sort of squatting by the door also pleasuring himself. His penis is very long, about three feet and has a dozen or so holes in the top. They are not wounds they look like additional urethra. He moves his hands up and down covering the different holes playing horrible screeching offbeat woodwind music with it. Like you know in spongebob how squidward sucks at playing the clarinet... it sounded like that. I remember the dream engaging the sense of smell, which almost never happens.

I lost the dream and mercifully woke up. Did a WBTB with the intention of having another dream about me being junior high age, a frequent theme but recognizing it and becoming lucid.

Spoiler for CW: sex:

I became lucid outside the south entrance of my junior high school at night. There was prior dream content pertaining to schools but i don't recall it or what brought me to being lucid. My friend X is there. I am in what looks and feels like my junior high school body, based on eye level, and looking down at myself to see the polo I am wearing is one I had around that time. That and I am mildly overweight. X
Looks older. Not her current age but late high school or early adulthood.

Se rocks her hips side to side in a suggestive fashion and starts to unbutton her shirt showing her cleavage. She explains that this is a shared lucid dream that she created and that she has listed for me for many years and wanted to try sex but couldn't for religious reasons and because she had inhibitions in waking life that she feels she can have a little fun in the dream. I more or less shrug and say 'sure what the heck' but it feels a bit weird to be having sex with my awkward male adolescent boy. In the past (in a lot of dreams I don't normally upload to dreamviews because I get self conscious about dream horniness.) I've done a lot of mostly successful experiments with becoming female for sexual oriented dreams, and finding more comfort and enjoyment in it.

"OK but I'm not comfortable in this body. Let me change."

I look up at the sky with the intent of changing into a female. Snow gently falls from an almost pitch black cloudy sky, only becoming visible when it falls close to the light bathing the school entrance.

I look back down at myself to see the transformation is extremely successful. My female body is tall and very toned but with a large chest. Am now wearing a very tight and revealing cutoff top (no bra underneath) but the same pants. I began feeling myself with one hand going up and feeling my breast which is firm but otherwise very realistic. With my other hand I felt my abs and navel before reaching down into my pants. I feel my clitoris and began fingering myself. Again very 'accurate' sensations, I am being conscious not to scrape the inside with my fingernails. I can feel a lot of sexual charge and realize I need to modulate it to keep the dream stable so I stop.

I rip off my top and thrust out my chest.

"So, X (I addressed her by name). Are you ready to get to know the real me?"

Her eyes were bulging out and her mouth formed an 'o' with shock. She backed away until she stumbled on the curb between the school bus loop and sidewalk. She stammered out about how she didn't know me at all and liked 'me' but wasn't comfortable girl on girl. I asked her if she was willing to be male and that I would help her transform. She nervously then more firmly declined and asked me to please change back into my 'normal' self, how I was when the dream began. I declined saying I'm not willing to be male.

Seeing we are at an impasse she dejected states she no longer wants to have lucid sex unless both sides are happy. Bur she wants to confirm the shared dream really happened. I tell her to message me on Facebook with something random like "cheese puffs" to confirm it.

It starts to become daytime and X leaves. I decided to explore. I lost lucidity striding around half naked in the increasing snow.

Nonlucid dream x2: (2pts)
WBTB: (Success 2pts)
Winter theme (5pts)
DILD: (10pts)
DC Interact (2pts)
Full Transformation: (10pts)

05/12/2022

The non-lucid part of the dream was a jumble of people interactions and I only remember a couple of scenes.

I was standing in a queue for some kind of club or a party. There was some kind of an entry or a teleportation device, I couldn't really see what was behind it. It was letting people in only very slowly and there were no people coming out. I worried about too many people being inside already but others just assumed that there is a different exit.
There was a boy ahead of me, who managed to cut the queue in a very smart way, no one noticed. I knew him and he winked at me and I knew he wanted to help me to get in sooner too.
Then suddenly, something distracted other people in the queue and they run towards the distraction. Happy about the opportunity, I entered the teleportation device.
At this point, I knew I was dreaming and I knew it was supposed to teleport me to the party, it wasn't just an entry. It was like a sack that was way too small for me but I could stretch it and pull it around myself, it was a very weird process. When I managed to fully get in/pull it over myself, so that I was in complete darkness, I started to see the new scene. Then the feeling of being squished in a sack disappeared completely and the new scene became solid around me.
I was happy, I knew I managed to actually teleport. My lucidity was low though. I remembered the competition, I knew that teleporting was a task, and I also knew I wanted to do more to get points but I wasn't really thinking.
The place was a forest with various beasts, mostly felines. There were tiny tigers (20cm from head to tale), somewhat disturbing. Then I saw a lion, a normal full-size lion, which was even more disturbing, but it was behind a fence. Suddenly, it run towards me and it run right through the fence. It didn't attack me immediately but I wanted to get away from it. I considered letting it eat me/attack me but couldn't think of any way how to gain points from it, so I decided to fly away instead.
There was a path that lead to high ground, perfect for taking off. I tried to fly but struggled with it (losing altitude quickly, clothes blocking the movement of my hands). So I tried a different way - while still in the air, I turned on my back, seeing only the sky above me, completely ignoring the ground. I flew like that, very quickly, copying the shape of the steep slope of the hill. It was like sledding on a cushion of air. I knew I was just a little bit above the ground because I touched it briefly and I could also feel some small stones that got blown up by the speed of my movement.
I landed under the hill, quite comfortably on both legs, although I still had some momentum and the world felt like spinning. Before it settled down, I woke up.