lucid

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.

Thursday December 1st 2022
I don’t remember, so will just spam.
I am talking to my boss and not very happy about it, become lucid while doing so and decide to ignore the guy, there are way more important things to do right now. Teleport over to a new world and start to think about what I must be doing right now.
Remember vaguely something about a different competition than normal but don’t remember exactly what I needed to do. Currently flying in the middle of space out there in Lyseno, not exactly doing anything. Teleport outside of my PR and just start wandering space, taking this loneliness to try and think and remember, but nothing comes to mind.
Oh well, since I can’t remember will just spam abilities and something may actually be what I needed to do… unless its highly specific? In that case it won’t work.
Use Scan to find the planet that is closest with life, but it seems primitive and not funny at all so start looking for a planet that has living creatures but nothing I would like to be working with.
There is one really distant from my location where a bunch of tribes that seem to be human are starting to gain advantage and want to basically seize everything for themselves, so could go there and stop them, that one sounds good.
Its only a few hundred light years away, so fly quickly over there and reach before the dream ends.
By the time I get there the civilization is way more advanced… oh yeah, I was just collecting visual images rather than essences, which means I was watching the past of this place, and now I don’t like it as much because that tribe was really able to seize stuff… GAH! Decisions, wake up before I know what to do, still flying somewhat high.
Back to sleep.
I am inside of a crystal cell. Get up and hit my head with the top of the cell… damn! Also realize I am abnormally heavy so I must be sleeping. So… how did I get here? Better use Scan properly this time to figure out the reason.
OH! They saw me fall from the sky and sustain 0 injuries so obviously the right thing to do was to imprison me in this weird cell that was barely enough for me to be inside of since they didn’t know how strong I was.
Oh well, not like it will do anything now, some guards come saying they saw me wake up when I just casually stand up straight, break the cell and then start walking out of the way, thankfully nothing seems to be lost from my clothes.
Everyone seems surprised and they point some kind of laser gun at me, the moment they do I control wind and take off their arms, so the laser guns just fall directly to the ground while I keep walking.
It seems I was trapped in some kind of tower. Walk to the nearest window, touch it and then just jump down. Once I am down from the place start to search for the head of this empire when someone fetches me from behind.
They feel friendly so don’t do anything at all with the person, just let them take me along for the ride.
Apparently they wanted to save me but there was no need for that, from what the girl who is running and grabbing my hand is thinking. She somehow realizes I am reading her mind and stops in her tracks, then tells me it will be faster if I just see the location and take us there.
I comply and teleport us both to the location she is thinking of, this is much more nature oriented than the place I was on before, full of crystals and technology and people I wanted to kill and destroy.
The girl says this is their hideout and they saw me too, suddenly appearing out of nowhere and then falling. They assumed I would wake up and free myself and they wanted my help.
Tried to ask them why they thought it was a good idea to talk to me but woke up at that point.
Back to sleep.
I am sitting on a moss bed, become lucid near instantly and get up. I like this place much better, there are no guards, a bed made of moss, a lot of flowers, trees and what not all around us. But I feel like this is a dying forest.
While the people who brought me here decide to show up start to think about my goals, I know that one of them is advanced phasing and I think another one is summoning so will do that.
First thing first though, expand Scan to all of the forest and just as I had thought, the forest is dying. It seems to be alive and is being eaten by the constant technological development of the people from the city, since they use the life force of the forest for their own life style.
What I do is simple, give the forest a means to defend against this usage and cut off all current cycles and connections done, which makes it shine brighter in a glowing green light than it was on before.
I think this alerts the people who had been with me, because the girl comes inside instantly and then grabs both my hands, saying she made the right decision. I shrug and take off my hands off of hers and tell her that I just did what was right, and need to get going.
This place, despite being open in the forest area is still a room with proper walls so she leads me to the door and asks me if this will be enough “Once I kill everyone in the city” I say, and just keep walking.
Apparently they are not very happy about this and some of her friends come along and they try to stop me, just jump over their heads and land on a mossy rock a few hundred meters ahead of us, they start following but are too slow.
I know they can use some sort of magic but try not to.
Not too far from there, find a huge boulder, as mossy as the one I landed on. I really like this place, you can see the tiny micro blades or leafs of the moss, the tiny “flowers” and what not, it’s all so beautiful.
Then I hear these guys actually used magic in order to get here faster. Too much trouble to explain to them I don’t care about their ideals and will just kill everyone, so instead of talking to them decided to do the first task and simply keep walking. They seem confused since there is this huge boulder but just phase through it while still walking, then start floating until I reach out of the boulder and am floating quite high. Didn’t know that thing was THIS tall, tall enough that now I could see the city in the distance.
Start flying towards the city but can hear noise coming from the waking world and decide to lay low, and end up waking up before I can do anything else.
Back to sleep.
I am walking down a strange forest. Get distracted by the glowing flowers, by the long vines, by the tall trees, the cold climate and the mossy floor as well as the evergreen leaves that seem to dance in the air.
Once I stop being dumb and distracted and regain lucidity remember I have to hurry up… given the amount of noisy coming from waking life, will end up waking soon and don’t have much time.
Try to remember the next goal, I think it is summoning and then de-summoning or something, so float again high enough as to see the city, then start flying towards it.
Once at the city start getting shot with the lasers, just ignore that and raise my hand and start to gather energy, then draw a magic circle and summon a giant machine on top of the city, that will make the people in the city understand technology is bad right? It starts to rotate and gears moving loudly can be heard, the thing starts shooting everyone inside of the city that basically agreed with the drainage of the life force of the forest. Connect it to my Scan in order to make sure I get everyone and once they are all dead prepare to banish the machine but then the noise gets more annoying and end up waking up.

The earliest parts of the dream I can still remember involve going around a house at night so that I can listen to different pieces of music being played on various radios and other equipment. All the rooms are dark, and I think I’m trying to avoid being seen by somebody. There’s a deliberate quality to what I’m doing, like it’s some task I’ve got to complete. Then, walking through a large room, possibly some kind of storage space, I remember that I’m dreaming, and so I can just do what I want.

I walk further. Up ahead are two large windows set at an angle. I can see scenes playing out on the other side – it alternates between a bird’s-eye view of a large herd of dinosaurs of various kinds that looks a little unrealistic and something else I can no longer remember. (This was circa 4-5 am, not long after I’d finally managed to fall asleep, which would explain the relatively fluid, early-dream quality to some of the imagery.) I decide I want to get a closer look at the dinosaurs, so I jump through the glass when they’re visible.

I start somewhere above them and to one side, but flying seems unusually difficult. I just feel too exhausted for it and float down towards the ground. But once I land, there’s suddenly someone there – I think at first that he’s my father, but it’s immediately obvious that he isn’t – the thought was probably a lingering remnant of the nonlucid dream that preceded this one. I ask him who he is. He seems a little sad at the question and, in fact, never actually answers it – he only says something that implies my not knowing already indicates some unfortunate state of affairs.

We fly together – it is much easier now, with him. He wants to head back into the building I originally came out of, which is quite tall, almost like an office building. I ‘recognize’ various rooms I see through the glass. Among our surroundings out here, though, I can now see a place that strikes me as familiar among the array of them surrounding us in a rather physics-defying way. It’s hard to describe my impression of it – it’s like I’m looking into a realm that is the night sky, filled with colorful ballooning shapes, a little like kites, which I know to be sentient beings. I have good memories of that place. It isn’t just familiar: it feels as if, in some way, I belong there. I’m reluctant to go back inside when it is once again right here in front of me. But I follow my companion back through the glass, somewhat higher up than the level I exited from. We walk through a close, dark space which I know to be a puppet theater and into the room beyond, at which point I awaken.

3.12.22

I dream that I have to go pee at work. I enter the restroom and see S. I start to pee in the trash right next to him. I realize what I am doing and just act like it was all a joke. S laughs nervously. I walk up to the urinals but instead of urinals it’s a low wall that opens up into a shooting gallery type space. Its very similar to the Texas Ren Fest we visited for Thanksgiving break this year in waking life. Instead of targets there are guys running around getting “shot at”. I have to pee so bad I don’t care. I figure if that’s what they want to do so what. My urine stream is very much not like normal. It sort of just forms a wide high powered spray instead of stream. I feel like I am peeing a long time with no relief. At some point the guys in there start shooting back. Now I am very mad. Some of it hit my shirt and got my hair. I go to the sink and start trying to wash off. I am so mad I want to beat that guy that peed on me. L from management and some other guy walk in asking what is going on. I say, “that idiot peed on me.” I really should knock him out. Then it clicks. I am dreaming. I can do whatever I want. I can’t get fired for it. I immediately go tackle the guy that peed on me and start beating his face with my fist until there is a lot of blood. I notice how dull and unreal it feels to hit him but I am satisfied. I get up and start to leave but I wake up at that moment and have to pee very badly. I felt thankful that I didn’t wet the bed.

I am focusing on the feeling of freedom in my dreams. Specifically, freedom of movement. I have designed MP3 track meditations, with my own recorded affirmations, to listen to as I go to sleep. Last night I dreamed I was being attacked by a huge, powerful enemy. I struck him with a double hand attack to his head and he fell. I then became lucid enough to marvel at how easily I had moved, almost as if the motion were lubricated.

Side note-For some years I have had a recurring nightmare-type dream consisting of imagery from a horror movie I unfortunately watched years ago. When this first began, back in 2011, it invoked a sickening fear that absolutely devasted me. Since then, I have done a helluva lot of inner work, focusing on using everything negative for a positive gain. Over this past month I have had about three dreams that contain the remnants of this original nightmare. The elements are washed-out and in pieces and I know what they are and just throw them away. I'm going to claim this as a victory over myself. To anyone struggling with inner issues that produce nightmares I advise you to take the Hero Path, go inside and challenge the most frightening thing you can find, challenge it to combat. Never back down, always go forward. Turn the fear into courage. Hail Odin!