lucid

I had a late afternoon nap, and then WILDed into a dream. My dream recall's not to great lately, but I do remember the important parts.

I was in my friend's dorm room. I was on the top bunk, and three other guys were talking about something. I realized it was a dream, so I was not interested in their conversation. I jumped out the window (or, more really crashed through it, since it was fully closed) and flew outside. I got a ways away, just doing random tricks and stuff, when the dream destabilized.

Next thing I know, I was back. Back in the top bunk, while my friends were still talking. Okay, let's try that again. I jumped/crashed out the window again, to the same kind of scenery, except this time, there was less "rendered", for lack of better term. Just the area around my dorm was there, everything else was just black. I tried flying up until I could see all of it.

And then I woke up. In the top bunk. My friends were talking. Seriously? This is getting old. I don't remember exactly how many times this repeated, but by at least the fourth or fifth time, I was aware enough to not let it happen. This last time, I actually had great control of my flight, and the scenery was full, minus one part where I flew over one area that looked like it hadn't fully loaded in Google Earth.

And then I woke up. Thankfully, not in the top bunk again. Instead, I was in some kind of jail, right behind the metal bars. Okay, I should probably do something other than just fly. What were those TOTM's again? I racked my brain, since I hadn't even looked at the thread for like 2 weeks. The only one I could remember was the eyeball one. Okay, that one's not too hard. I pulled up my sunglasses that I was apparently wearing, and reached into my left eye. I kept telling myself it didn't hurt, and sure enough, with a little effort, it just slid out. I held it in my hand. Surprisingly, it was about the size of a baseball. I should have a little fun with this. I shifted my glance to the left, and the eyeball rolled a little to the left. I shifted to the right, and the eyeball rolled a little back to the right. It kind of looked like one of those novelty weasel balls rolling in my hand. Huh. I wonder if I can look through it too. Just then, a kind of ghost image appeared on the left side of my vision. It was facing an entirely different direction, like it was the direct feed from the eyeball to my brain. Okay, that's kind of creepy. I stuck the eyeball back in my head and went on. I somehow was transported to this large restaurant.

Story Break. There was one thing I hadn't done yet in my dream. I have been trying to create a persistent dream character through cosmodius95's incubation method, which you can find here. So long story short, I have been trying to create this guy named Bart, short for Bartholomew, a wolf-like dream guide I had in one of my older lucids. As the story goes, Bart is my best friend, and has the ability to transform into a wolf at will. He's about 6'1", has brown hair, blue eyes.

So I tried looking for Bart. The restaurant wasn't packed, but there were still a substantial amount of people, none of them matching the description of Bart. I finally asked a moderately intoxicated woman if she knew anyone there named Bart. She said yes, and brought me over to a buff, fairly intimidating looking guy. "Wait, no, this isn't Bart. That's Kevin." She brought me over to another guy who didn't look like him, and another, and another. Finally, she just shouted, "Is there anyone here named Bart?" One guy in the back stood up and raised his hand. I walked over to him. He was fairly short with black hair, so he still didn't match the description (in fact, he looked like one of my friends IWL), but apparently I didn't care. He acted like I was an old friend of his, and we did that sort of bro-hug thing that is all the rage nowadays. He asked how my dream was going so far. "Pretty good, got the task of the month out of the way." "Nice dude, about time." "Ha, I know, right?" He looked nothing like the Bart I had imagined, but he sure acted like him.

And then I woke up. In the top bunk. Screw this. I jumped out the window and flew until I woke up for real.

Very excited about having my first for sure without a doubt WILD.

I didn't take any supplements. I napped when I got home from work from about 330 or 345 to around 7 (I slept way longer than I wanted to). I tried going to sleep around 11. I tossed and turned for awhile and was really focusing here and there about lucid dreaming, I felt myself almost asleep with a nice buzz going through my body and I was picturing a dream scene, or just an object. I turned over which I thought would mean I would lose it but as soon as I turned over I entered into the buzz state again, on the brink of sleep. I had an inkling of awareness and I was focused on a table with a plate on it. I kept thinking this for a couple of minutes and then WHAM, a dream formed around me. LUCID: I wasn't sure If I could or should move yet but I moved my arm and was able to move it in the dream scene. I gave a little smirk happy that I was in a lucid dream but calm. I was in a house (none that I recognized), I was sitting at a table with a white plate and some silverware. I stood up and noticed it was dark outside. I walked out the front door and looked up at the sky. I noticed the moon and stars. I thought I would try to make the moon bigger and put my hands in front of the moon and tried to stretch it bigger. This didn't seem to work at all. I then tried to make it light outside and I think the shades changed from a purplish like a dawn to a more dark. I thought of flying up and looking for something to do but decided to go back in the house instead to find some people to do the TOTMs with.

I began to go inside but it was dark so I flipped the switches and they actually worked. I went inside and went into a bedroom imagining someone was in there. My dad was in bed and I think he was awake already so I decided to do the basic task on him (or what my stupid dream self thought the task was). I asked him where the spoon was, as I was asking him he disappeared, just vanished into thin air. I shrugged and a little irritated went into another room. This time it was my younger brother and he was sleeping, also the sun was coming up at this time and I could see it was getting light outside. One of the dogs I have currently was laying on the floor in there and he was asleep. I woke him by asking him about where the spoon was, he said he didn't remember. I asked him again and he said he thought in the dishwasher. Thinking I had finished the basic task I was going to go for the advanced task. I told him to watch this and kinda looked at my hand and made a couple of my fingers longer. I put it to my eye and began to push back. My brother bolted up and out of his room and to who knows where. I kinda followed but was more focused on getting my eye out. I kept pushing but just felt pressure and never got to the back of my eye where I could pull it out. I gave up in the kitchen and headed outside.

Outside it was now light. I looked next door in the back yard and there were a bunch of young girls standing around a pool. I kinda jumped/floated over the fence to see what all the commotion was about and saw they were all looking at a snake or lizard in the pool that was swimming around. All of the girls were in swimming suits and were about to I assumed have a lesson. I think I said watch this and I used telekinesis on the snake, wound him in a little ball and crushed it. They all said EWWWW and there was a black cloud now in the pool. I walked through the gaggle of girls and looked at them. They were all still looking in the pool. I looked back at the black cloud which was pretty big and the carcass of the snake was still there. I then grabbed the snake with my 'power' and tossed it out of the pool. I then tried to collect all the black stuff with my mind but didn't' seem to work. They were looking at a bunch of little bugs that were on the water now and they called them like skitters or something. I took a close look at a couple of them and went ahead and headed out.

I jumped over the fence again into the front and was skipping along the sidewalk looking at the neighborhood. I was in a neighborhood with really separated houses and large green yards. I began to come upon a larger house which I planned on going in, it was really big and was an old house like many others in the neighborhood. I thought this one might have some sort of business run out of it like a old folks home or the like. I also thought this dream was lasting an awfully long time and then woke up.

While I didn't get the TOTM done I am stoked at the length of this dream and the fact that this was my first concrete WILD. This was not supp induced at all either.

I haven't tried lucid dreaming in days and noticed I probably induced the SP feeling by trying to get lucid. It was my way but the time I stopped trying I didn't have SP anymore. So that's great! I'm getting lucid without SP or trying too so even better.


I don't recall the first or second dream. I only remember the third.

Third Dream

I was in my house with my family and a baby. I don't know whose baby but I was suppose to take care of it. After a while though I brought it back to my sister because some intense battling was occurring in the environment. My sister asked me why I was incapable of watching him but I said it wasn't important. I noticed I was now in a big store with my mom. There were backpacks around and I asked my mom to buy me one. She said no and I got mad because I needed one for school. I noticed a boy watching me and got nervous but than my mom pulled me and showed me the backpacks were worn out, I told her to just look for a good one and left the scenery. I became lucid when I noticed my younger brother talking to two unknown people. Something the girl did made me mad though and I decided to scare her a bit. I told the boy and girl if they kept messing with me I would put my fingers in their sockets and rip their eyes out. They were a little freaked out so I left with my brother. But than they started chasing me. I decided to lead them on a wild goose chase and flew away. We ended up inside a school and I ran down the stairs a lot. During the chase I recall getting distracted and talking about ice cream. When I exited the school everyone was in a line and got into a circle. I drank water after asking for some and sat down. A girl started playing the violin and I wanted to play with her. I saw a flute or bassoon and started playing it. The music wasn't coming out very well though. When she stopped everyone started clapping. Another girl asked about a question to her problem and I said maybe she should hold a charity even though I don't know how to start one. She said it was a great idea and everyone started to disperse. We all started walking and I began conversing with boy. We appeared in a clothing shop where three lady's tried taking control over me. One of them grabbed me from behind but I couldn't get her off. I told her to kiss me and she kissed my neck but I kicked her than jump kicked her face like a boss. She was complaining about it to the other two girls.I ran out with other people and swam through a dirty water. I was going to go with the boy I was talking to but I went back to the shop cause I felt like saving my brother. When I arrived I found myself doing a hand stand and someone was tickling my feet. I almost bumped into a man who was talking on the phone. He said in Spanish that a girl was acting like a kid in front of him. I walked and saw my brother working and told him to come with me because I got this far trying to save him. He didn't want to go though so I left him. I tried putting on a green short cause I think my pants dissapeared. But out of no where it turned red and childish. I went through a portal and ended up kicking a bed where a digimon like little girl was. She complained to her brother if he kicked her bed. He said no than I woke up.

1. I had just appeared in my friend Patrick's house, and immediately I became Lucid. I looked around me and noticed that I was all alone, no body was home. It was extremely dark inside and no lights were on in the house. As usual, everything had a blue tint to it, but this time, everything appeared to be more electrified. I walked down the hallway and then into the living room. Still dead silent. I realized that I was just wasting time standing around, so I opened up the back door and walked out.
As I did so, I closed the door behind me. Patrick's backyard still looked the same, and he still had the same black gate. I opened up his gate and walked out. I noticed that it was daytime all of a sudden, and I started walking down the street. As I came to the end of his driveway I looked to the right and left of me on the street to see what everyone was doing. I saw a few ladies socializing, and a few kids playing. I decided that I was going to fly, and so I took off and flew into the air.
I was struggling a bit with my flying abilities at the moment, and then a thought came to me, "This is my dream, and I have complete Dream Control so I can fly like a pro right now". After I said this, my flying abilities became almost perfect. I continued gliding through the air with ease, and I was really enjoying myself. I flew down the street I was on, and as I came to the end of it, I saw a dude riding a bike. I landed next to him and talked to him. He had short black hair, and was wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans. He told me about what he was selling, and I saw that he had a small white cardboard box in his hands.
He then opened up the box and showed me what was inside. Inside, he had 3 pairs of skateboard wheels. So, more specifically he had 3 groups of 2 wheels(hope that makes sense). Each pair was a different color: one was a light red, the other blue, and the last one was green. I got so involved in this conversation with this guy, and I lost my lucidity. I found myself just going along with the flow and not really paying attention anymore, so thats why I lost it. About 30 seconds after I lost lucidity, I woke up.

2. I had just walked into some sort of building with my friend Natalia and 2 other dudes. We walked into a certain room that was almost all white and inside of it there was a big truck, and I'm guessing it was for show. We all sat down at a table inside and started talking. I saw that Natalia was wearing a pink cowgirl shirt, and she looked really pretty. Somehow, we got on the subject of guys, and what kind of guys were Natalia's type.
Suddenly, she looked at me and described her kind of guy, "I like a guy thats skinny, but not too skinny, and one that dresses really good. He also has to be muscular." As she said the word "muscular" she punched me in my abs and smiled. I played along, "Yea that sums up a pretty good guy". After a few more minutes of talking, we got up and left the room we were in. We walked into a hallway, and this is were I basically lost the group of Natalia and the 2 other guys. I stood in the hallway for a second and saw that it had a gray carpet. The walls were still white, but they looked a little dirty.
I looked down the hallway to an extent, and saw a group of kids standing in a doorway. I walked down to it and saw my old friend Nick from 8th grade. I also saw my crush and my god, she looked perfect. She was wearing a blue denim jacket and skinny jeans. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had the right amount of bangs hanging down to where it fit her perfectly. I was so in awe that I wasn't really focusing on anything else. wow.
I started talking to my crush, and asked her what she was doing. While I did so, I noticed that my old friend Nick was looking at me in a weird way. I asked my crush if she had a boyfriend. She said, "Yea, we just broke up for 2 days a few days ago, and now we got back together." "Ah ok, thats cool. Hey do you mind if I talk to you about something in private later? Don't worry its not creepy, I just kinda wanna keep it secret." I asked her. She replied, "Yea thats fine. I'll talk to you in a little bit." With that I walked down the hallway to do something else.
Later on, I came back into the hallway(no idea what I was doing before this, totally forgot) and walked to a public seating area. Here, there were about 4 or 5 round tables that were green in color. Tall plants sat in 2 corners, and it came to me that this must be the lunch area. I sat down next to my crush as she was eating lunch, and we started talking. I remember asking her about her boyfriend, and talking about a lot of other stuff, but I don't remember really any of it.
After we finished talking, I left the table and walked somewhere. The dream then ended and I woke up realizing, "Crap, just missed the dream sign that I almost never miss."

3. I was inside of some pretty big house. The interior looked really fancy and white. The owner was throwing a party and me and my friends Patrick, Trey, and Dylan were all there. Inside, we stood over by a mirrored shelf and chilled. I looked around and saw that there were disco lights circling around the room. The lights were purple, pink, and blue in color. We continued standing there for a while, and then, out of no where came a guy that lives down the street from us: Devin D.
He came up to us and started talking to us. He told each us something personal, and gave us some advice. He tried to make fun of me, but I told him I didn't give a f*** about what he says and that I wasn't going to take crap from him. With this he left us, but in all he was talking to us for about 5 minutes. Earlier in this dream, I remember walking with some short guy in a top hat and a suit. I was with a group of people and he was basically giving us a tour and some other stuff. After that I left the tour and went with my friends.
After Devin left, I looked for the exit of this building. Once I found it(It was directly to my left), I walked out. When I walked out I have to admit, I ran into something that I wasn't expecting. I suddenly found myself in some kind of weird place out in the middle of no where. It wasn't a desert, but it looked like a rocky land with a completely crimson colored surface. The air was really foggy, and everything was pretty dark and shadowy. Up ahead in front of me, I saw a crimson colored Dragon standing on the edge of a cliff. He looked more real than any dragon I had ever seen before. He was huge and had sharp dragon scales all over his body. His head was more flat than most dragons, so he kind of looked like the black main dragon from the movie, "how to train your dragon".
But in all, he looked nothing like a cartoon. I looked into his eyes. They were a piercing yellow- orange in color and truly brought a bit of fear to me. My sister was next to me now, and she had some sort of staff that could shoot out small balls of energy. We were supposed to kill this dragon with it. I took the staff and shot the dragon in the back. Suddenly a health bar appeared above him. The shot did barely any damage, maybe a minuscule amount. The Dragon then turned around and was extremely mad. He slowly started approaching us, all the while I was rapidly firing the staff in my hands.
I continually shot energy balls into his open mouth and slowly, but gradually his health started diminishing. I was really surprised that he hadn't breathed fire onto us. We kept on backing up as he got closer to us, and continued shooting him. I remember getting this dragon's health more than halfway down, but I don't remember anything more.

4. I was with my friends, Dylan, Patrick, and Trey inside of my house. We were all standing in near the dining table. Me and Dylan had a small plastic package of food each. In my package, I had an ordinary meal comprised of some lunch meat, some crackers, and one dessert. In Dylan's package, he had all dessert, there was nothing else, just dessert. I remember having to put my food in the microwave to warm it up as the directions told me. I told Dylan when I was done, but he didn't have to put his in the microwave.
I went over and got another good look at Dylan's package. The container was all blue, but more of teal blue in all. Inside were 4 sections of desserts, the container was split in four. There were chocolate cookies, chocolate crackers, chocolate brownies, and something else. It all looked really good, so I offered Dylan to trade my good food for his dessert. He declined. We never really ate our food, and the dream ended soon after I made my trade offer.

5. I was riding on a bus, sitting in a seat that could hold 3 people. My old friend Nick, from 9th grade(a different nick than the one from the first dream) and some other guy was sitting in the seat with me. I was in the middle, Nick was on the right, and the other dude was on my left. We were just chilling when the guy sitting behind us, Patrick who is a senior, started talking to us about flip flops and slides. Suddenly, Patrick gave me a free pair of Nike Slides. They were black and had blue accents.
I slipped the slides on and thanked Patrick. He said no problem and we continued talking. In the middle of our conversation the guy sitting to my left said really loud to Nick, "Dude, do you ever wash your feet? I can smell your feet from over here and it smells gross." Nick made no comment. All of a sudden I started to smell that smell that belongs to dirty, nasty, smelly feet. It reminded me of an old,aged cheese. It smelt truly horrible, and I wanted to get out of the seat.
I looked down at Nicks feet, and he was wearing green flip flops and of course, he didn't have socks on. As I continued sitting there, all I could focus on was that horrid smell.

(Recall was a little lower today. It's because I recalled my dreams in a different order from usual. Going to get it back up tomorrow).

22:30 pre-bedtime, 1mg melatonin @ 22:00 for resetting bedtime, memory review, set intention for lucid dreaming in the night

22:52 bedtime (yay on schedule!)

(didn't need to consult notes for anything but time of the entries, <but used the one-sentence summaries post as a reminder>)

03:25

+ childhood neighbourhood: on a bicycle at the top of the park on F blvd, old bully MB is there but we're on good terms, I say "this is what you can do a on a bicycle!" and I ride to park-left, up over the curb, and gain speed and ride towards a place where the curb forms a jump and jump WAY up in the air, performing several (3?) back-fiips together with the bike, then steady upright slowly floating down to the ground spin the bike side-ways underneath me in a circle several times, and land on my feet with holding the bicycle up in the air by the seat stem in my right hand (ta da!).

Walking up towards A. blvd above where it meets F blvd past the park a group of girls is there and they're talking about something (networking?) which I disagree with, then they talk about wine, why not grow it here? I think you won't get much, and say "What'll you get, 100 cases? Well, we could sell it at the park for $3/bottle".

At the base of the hill where A and F blvds meet I go DO up in the sky and observe the scene of an accident up on the F hill towards S ave. There are 4 what appear to be motorcycles stopped with their riders, there was some accident there. Close up zooms in to one young Asian man trapped in his "pod" his internal organs are all failing due to the heat inside the pod, he says "No, don't try to save me, save the <ones who come after me>" (who aren't there yet?).

+ I'm standing outside observing lovely golden California hills, standing on a long steep slope (right side facing down the hill), I see to the right the hills go way down to city/the bay. I think I really want to do some hang-gliding here, from here all the way down to the bay. I think that it would be good to try out the hang-glider on a short flight first to make sure it won't collapse on the long, high flight down the hills.

I'm indoors talking with some guy about an <antennae?> that will raise altitude, either he or I make a comment about the updraft winds that would be involved.
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The MOTHER of all "wake can't get back to sleep"s at this point. Some SSILD variants.

05:10 can't sleep, get up to kitchen, sit with cat on lap and drink milk, read a bit from "Nine Princes in Amber" (zillionth reread).

06:15? try back to bed. Still can't sleep. Another hour goes by?

Should I get up again? No. Argh. Counting breaths. Too aware. Fast SSILD

Letting go. Yes, there's some drowsiness there but it's really remote. I just *KNOW* there are some LDs in me waiting to happen, just waiting for me to sleep. My strong intention setting at bedtime is probably keeping me up. Also, I went to bed earlier, in a very firm strict re-setting of my sleep schedule.

Let go on exhale, let go on exhale, total physical and mental relaxation, empty the head, LET GO on exhale....and at some point I fall asleep.

08:57

There were a lot of little scenes, very jumbled, took me quite a while to make sense of them during recall, didn't totally succeed.

+ I found the cat's laser pointer pen, it was by the sink in a <glass of water?>, I try the controls, I poke around and find the button that activates the laser. A bunch of weird stuff has grown around the head of the pen, sort of a ferny-forest of white plastic tendrils, I have to move them all out of the way so that the light beam can shine. I mov e down the hall to the room where the cat is (it's dark), I shine the beam, I see the beam shining through the air and hitting a chair, and the cat <bats at it?>

+ I drive my son S2 to wine store, and I remain in the car, and wonder if anyone will say anything about that, I see a little bit of the store inside the door I see containers on the walls. I watch S2 through the glass window being shown the wine by a clerk, they walk to the left side of the store at the edge of the window, I see the clerk take out a sommelier sampling cup-thing and pour two samples from what look like thermoses, I wonder if I can try the samples but I'm driving. <S2 is too young to be drinking, should he be sampling it?>

+ girlfriend montage:

My GF invites me over to her place on the phone, she wants me to arrive at 11:15pm, I say I can't do that because it's too late and my parents won't let me, I think she may think I'm a wuss for being controlled by my parents so much.

I'm with my GF, she's really mad at me, the way I speak to her, she gives several examples of phrases I've used which make her mad, she thinks I'm being impertinent and short with her, I disagree and ask her to give me a concrete case where I did this, and I give an explanation that I was <talking to a friend in some way that made sense that I used that phrase?>

I <follow her?> enter her room feeling bold about we can have some "action", I catch a glimpse of someone else <her sister?> in the room and immediately turn to leave back out to the hallway, I get a bit bolder and think "no I'm going to do this" and re-enter the room, <don't see anybody else there?>, see my GF then make for the door again to leave, I see her mother (darkish skinned middle-aged woman wearing glasses quietly sitting in a chair not paying me any attention), I walk past her without saying anything, I think, heck, it's my GF's mother, I should at least introduce myself, I go back to her, extend my hand to her saying "Hi, my name's <my name>" and wait for her hand, she offers it and I shake it, I notice that she's REALLY small, like midget-proportions about 2-3 feet fall max and think that this explains why my GF is so petite.

I can't remember my ex-wife's (false memory) name, and that bugs me. She had blonde hair and I recall taking her to my bed in my room.
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+ I walk up to a "sleeping" girl lying down and bend down to kiss her, as I'm about to touch her lips her lips pucker up, her eyes are still closed, I get lucid at some point during the fairly long (10 seconds, yeah that's long for me when lucid, sigh) deep "snog", I'm thinking about trying to maintain focus and awareness but I wake up/transition (not sure which).

+ Walking into a party in a fairly dark room, some guys are mixing/distilling a drink flowing out of a tube into a (blue?) pot on the ground in front of them, a girl is standing against the wall and puking on the floor, something about little gummy candies (either in the puke or the drinks) and she was looking at them. I recalled after walking around a bit that I should gave goosed the busty but unattractive girl I saw when I first entered the party.

Heading up a spiral staircase don't want my friends to see me, they see me, I look into their bright blue eyes, one is a young JoDu, they say something to me but I quickly walk on past them (prelude to the party?)

+ closely contemplating a home-made electronic telephone. The handset is to the right of the phone body which is large and square (1 square foot) and is covered in some sort of plastic/cellophane. Inside underneath the cover and top of the phone body can see a glimpse of a circuit-board. The handset does not sit up right against the body of the phone, I reach in there and pull out a <sock? wool cap?> and it then fits better.

Had a LD again last night (or I might have had several). My recall isn't that good at the moment, haven't been keeping up with writing down my dreams. All I remember is becoming lucid by pinching my nose. I remembered wanting to meet Vladimir Kramnik and went looking for him. I remember finding him, but not much more. I have a vague feeling of having several episodes of pinching my nose and getting lucid. I also remember "waking up" (FA) and writing down my LD's in my journal (I remember writing that I had at least two, but maybe four LD's), but when I actually woke up I of course discovered that my dj was empty.

had a long confusing dream. the part that stood out featured me as an active spectator, i was in a building like a 40ft container a woman was inside it was like unto a restaraunt with a few customers. however that woman was marked for death as 2 people approached her with long blades like swords. one of the 2 (1 male 1 female) cut her head off then the other chopped her entire right arm off at the neck that chopped also took out the entire rib cage of that section. to my surprise this ladies chest cavity was stuffed with federal reserve notes of all denominations, her entire right side that got chopped off was in the shape of a right triangle and it had federal notes in it as well. however i and the 2 attackers started removing the notes from her chest cavity, at this point her head was back on and she was ALIVE! when she saw that we were taking all the notes she rolled over to stop us from taking all of it and she started crying and told us that we couldnt take all the notes because she was pregnant and needed some, at this point i beheld her stomach and sure enough she was pregnant. i got really concerned and wanted to cut her tummy and remove the baby but she protested and told me that she wanted the baby to come out of her vagina. so at this point i along with the other 2 assassins ran outside to find someone to help deliver the child, a man driving an old bedford truck stopped and we told him about the baby. u wouldnt guess wat his idea of delivering a baby was... well he alighted from the vehicle and told me to help him catch a small car off the road (with our bare hands mind u my hand was already in a grabbing position too) we caught a vw i think driven by an old lady (so u know this car was crawling) it looks like i woke in the dream from the moment the attack took place. we flip the car over unto the back of the bedford truck on its top and then the dream trailed off elsewhere. weird right?

This lucid was particularly long, and I was quite caught up in the action, so parts of my memory are foggy--will do the best that I can!

I am in a futuristic society, and am experiencing this dream via observation (I have no body). A traitor is being drawn out of hiding by his friend, a high-ranking politician. They are sitting in a living room, having a chat, when the politician friend pulls a surprise interrogation. The traitor is caught of guard and does not know how to respond. The politician is very friendly, and suggests that even if the friend confesses, he can use his influence to get him out of trouble. It seems that the traitor has been teaching a young kid how to LD, and the dream seems to compare this to watching stars--very innocent with a bit of wonder. They have been having 33 minute long lucid dreams together.

Transition to a fellow walking down the street (may have been LouaiB, though I am not entirely sure about this). It is night, and then neighborhood scene is very peaceful and lovely. Suddenly, this man stops and says, "This is a dream!" He then realizes he has had six lucid dreams that night, and he's very put out about this, as he feels he has "stayed awake most of the night lucid dreaming"

The next moment I am aware, I am in darkness, surrounded by a myriad of loud voices coming from all different directions. "Stop!" I finally shout. "I know this is a dream!" Everyone stops shouting, except for one small voice. Hanging there in space, I decide to focus on this one voice, and use it to help me rebuild the dream from out of darkness. Slowly, listening to the voice, I find myself lying in bed (but still in total blackness). I then begin to feel my body sliding backward, and off the back edge of the bed, as though the whole thing had been tipped upwards. I realize that this is just dream sensation (similar to a WILD) and decide to help the dream by slipping backward off of the bed. I fall through darkness.

As I am falling, Al Bundy's head (from Married with Children) appears in front of me, laughing:

I continue falling, wondering what in the hell incubated this dream and realize I am in some sort of air duct. Looking up, I see some falling object, breaking the laws of gravity as they fall faster than I do: pillows! I get really excited about this, and start punching pillows. I feel my excitement begin to rise, however, and try to calm down a bit so that I don't wake up. I finally end my fall by landing in a huge pile of pillows.

I find that by directing my awareness to the pillows, I can make them explode into clouds of feathers. I do this several times, before trying to channel energy into a pillow for the same effect. This doesn't work (although the pillow does heat up) in part, I think, because I am thinking too much about it. I don't care enough to keep trying though, and toss the pillow away.

I exit the pillow room through a metal hallway. Off to the right is a small room, with my dream guide (!) sleeping in a chair. His feet are up and he has a snooze bubble expanding and contracting from his nostril. While this may have been a false memory (as I have no memories of ever having met a dream guide), I think it was actually part of the dream that I had forgotten from earlier. I decide not to wake him up, as we had already had some kind of interaction earlier in the dream.

I walk up three short steps, and enter into a large make-up room (with mirrors like you would see in an actress's make-up room). There are mirrors all around, but this make-up room has no walls, and it is not possible to explain what is around the make-up room--it is just nothing at all. I see a woman on the other side of one these big mirrors and tables, and decide to see if she is good looking. As I move to get a better look, I realize it is my sister I say hi to her, and she replies, "Good, you're up."

"Nope," I say, moving past her, "Still dreaming." I make a note that the dream is trying to send me false awakenings. I manage to see my own reflection in the mirror: I am wearing a grody white nightgown, my hair looks unwashed, and my eyes are bloodshot. Basically look like I've fallen off the wagon.

I exit this area into a smaller living room, where I see some people from waking life that I know. They are all prepared to go to a wedding, and are dressed very nicely. At this point, I receive a false memory about needing to be awake for a wedding, but I am not fooled. Two of the people are an old crush and her husband. I take this opportunity to tell old crush how beautiful she looks. The husband tries to shake my hand, but he is super tall in dream, which pulls my arm way up into the air. I pull his arm down and shrink him a bit I then pat the third person, a kid playing with a dog, on the back. The kid tells me to wait until he is done petting the dog. The dog is groaning and basically enjoying being pet. As I am watching the dog, the dream begins to destabilize. I stop for a moment to feel whether or not this is real instability, or made up instability, but it is real and I wake up.

All in all, I slept an entire sleep cycle, and estimate I was lucid for approximately 25-30 minutes. Probably one of the most novel adventures ever, especially falling through the air duct. I am constantly amazed at the creative power of the dreaming mind.

August 19, 2014

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So, I didn't remember much of anything while I was on the train home from Utah...

But last night, I had an interesting dream:



I was with my mentor teacher for the fall, and we were getting ready to give a math assessment to the students. It was a weird class, because the students were all varying age groups; two of the 3rd graders I taught over the summer were there, and there were some Kindergarten-aged students, and one 6th grader. I had just finished giving the test to a random student (the tests were all either in a little closet thing or out on a hill in a desert-like place) and was calling one of the students from this summer, T, into the closet. I didn't have all the materials, though, and told him I'd be right back. I went out the door, to my right, and down a hall. There was a door at the end of the hall, and I opened it, going outside. To my immediate right was a chest-height table with some papers and materials on it. I grabbed the stuff from the table (for some reason there was a tree right behind the table, and the branches hung low over it, so I had to brush them away in order to get the papers) and headed back to the room. T finished his test, and I gave him the prize (they all got a present when they finished): a book. It was thick. I told him, "Now, don't you want to challenge yourself with this book?"

Then I got back to the classroom, and my mentor teacher and I talked about whether the other 3rd grader from this summer, J, would hit puberty this year or not. I drew a beard on his face to see what it would look like.





I woke up after this dream; it was only like 3-ish in the morning. I rolled over, and decided to try to WILD again (I've been attempting it for the past few nights).

I closed my eyes, relaxed my body and my breathing, and envisioned walking along a mountain ridge...



Kittens and Platypuses

It wasn't long before I had started dreaming; I wasn't aware of that fact, though. I was simply walking along this beautiful mountain ridge; the Big City was to my left, and the sky was blue with a few wispy clouds. I had the impression that I was supposed to be doing something, and then I saw a man in colorful clothing; I realized it was the Face, and looked down at my hands: I was dreaming!

I walked up to him, remmbering the TOTMs, and asked, "Where's Howl's castle right now?"

He simply grinned, pointed ahead of him (which was to my right, over the mountains), and I grinned right back at him. I jumped off the ridge and started flying in the direction he'd pointed. I passed a few landmarks I recognized from my dream map (an aspen forest and a small hut).

Then I heard the familiar sound of Howl's Castle (that clip starts with the sound) and descended to where I then spotted it. I banged on the door, and yelled, "Sophie, are you home?!"

After a few seconds, the door opened, but it was Zukin inside the castle, not Sophie. Oh well, that worked just fine.

I went inside and looekd around; the room was different than it is in the movie, but I spotted a fireplace to the left, and approached it. "Calcipher?" I asked, and the flame blinked at me.

"Yeah, what's it to you?"
"Is Sophie home?"
"No, she's out learning to fish with Howl. Romantic, isn't it?"
I grinned. "Oh. Well, can you tell me a word in a different language?" I asked, suddenly remembering the other task.
Calcipher flickered a bit and at first didn't say anything. For a moment I thought I might be losing control, because things started to fizzle out a bit, so I touched the hearth, rubbing my hands along it. I thought about putting my hand in the fire, but I figured that would be rude to Calcipher.
He finally answered: "Berzzit."

"Berwhat? Can you spell that?"
"B-E-R-Z-Z-I-T."
"Oh. Berzzit. What does that mean?"
"It means when you wake up and are so groggy that you walk into the doorframe on your way out of your room." Oddly specific, there.
"Huh."

I turned from Calcipher and looked around the room again. The door through which I'd come was closed again, and Zukin had disappeared. I went to the door, and opened it: Still mountains, where I'd entered. I closed it again, and looked at the dial. I knew what everything was supposed to look like because I've seen the movie so many times, and so I knew what to expect. There were five colors though, instead of four, on the dial. It was currently on green. There was also a black, blue, yellow and orange. Naturally I turned it to the orange.

I put my hand on the door handle, closed my eyes, took a breath, not knowing what to expect on the other side. I hoped it was be cool... I opened the door, and opened my eyes.

Boy was it cool. I stepped out into a small clearing in a forest of pines. I turned around to look at where the door was. I was expecting to see a small hut of some sort, but the door just stood on it's own.

I turned back to the clearing, and noticed there were kittens and platypuses all over the place. The Face was also there; he was sitting in the grass, playing with a kitten. "Where are we?" I asked, sitting next to him. He didn't respond, only played with the kitten some more. I picked up the nearest platypus to me, and held it in my lap. I got so distracted with playing with the animals that I lost lucidity and mindlessly frolicked in the clearing with the Face. There may have been other activity beginning with an F, but I can't remember too well.

I am returning from a business trip. I have been away for quite some time, and am ready to be intimate with my wife. She is on the phone with her sister, and the door is shut. She finally emerges, and I tell her I would like to have a talk. We go into the bedroom together.

My wife then makes an odd comment. "Men are really just a pile of sex cells, so I think you just need a good fuck."

In dream, this actually sounds kind of good, and we start getting into bed (the bedroom, of course, is not our bedroom, and my wife doesn't even look like herself--but why should that seem weird at all? ). But then I realize, no, I would like to just talk and spend time with my wife. For some reason now I open up the drawer next to the bed, and find a pistol in the drawer. We do not own a pistol, and so I demand to know why there is a gun in the house.

My wife gets defensive. "You were gone for so long!" she says. "I needed some way to protect myself!"

My dream thinking then comes to this conclusion: some man has purchased this gun for my wife, and she has been having an affair. "Who bought you this gun?" I shout.

I then glance at the sliding glass door, and see a man standing there, and it hits me: this is her lover, looking in on us. I am really pissed, and jump up to confront him. At this point, a mob forms outside. The neighbors begin chasing this guy, and he runs off. One of them, an older man, beckons to me through the glass, and I think, Alright, let's get this motherfucker! A group of the neighbors drag my wife out of the house but I am running after her lover now.

While I am running, I notice that some of the neighbors are people I know from high school. Am I dreaming? I wonder, as people from high school are a dreamsign for me, but the dream plot is so demanding and fast-paced that I quickly forget about state checking and continue pursuit.

The neighbors have now cornered the man near a dumpster (and I think he may have even been in the dumpster). My first thought now is of the pistol--where is that gun, so I can shoot this asshole? I realize that I left it back at the house, though. Turns out there is now a baseball bat in my hand. It's long and black and purple, and looks like a nerf bat. It's heavy and solid, though, and I think that I could easily kill someone with it. I heft it and prepare to hit my wife's lover, who is on the ground in front of me.

Then I suddenly realize I don't need to do this. There isn't any good reason to kill this man. I back off, and feel a bit better. We then become friends in the dream (though my memory is a little fuzzy here). Once I've decided to not act in violence, the crowd begins to disperse. Soon I am by myself, walking back through the neigborhood. At this point it strikes me--oh yeah, I wanted to test reality. And of course, I am dreaming.

I am a little annoyed, because I realize I've spent a good bit of dream time on "dream drama," and not doing things that are constructive or fun. It's nighttime, and I decide to fly through the neighborhood a bit. I lift off of the ground easily, but begin to have some hangups. I instinctively revert to the swim method, but when it doesn't immediately succeed, I just hang there in midair, remember that I'm not doing the swim schema anymore, and reassert my intention of flight. I begin to fly normally, without dream body movement.

I then realize I am slowing down, but I think to myself, no, I'm flying fast, and then I am flying fast. The wind is whipping past my face and it feels really wonderful. All around me though, the dream is beginning to get blurry, and the darkness is increasing.

In the past, I have associated dream darkness with waking up, and so assume the dream is ending (as it had gone on for quite a bit already). However, I still attempt some stability techniques. I shout, "Increase lucidity!" and some sharpness and clarity does return momentarily, but then begins to fade again. At this point, the dream scene is retreating away from me at top speed, and I am stuck in some kind of dark tunnel vision. My thought at this moment (unfortunately) is "I've got to try to get back to the dream scene" and I leap forward with all I've got.


I slam into the bedside table at my old apartment complex, breaking the lamp in the process. Glass is everywhere and I assume that I have broken REM atonia and moved in my sleep (which is unfortunately something I tend to do). As I am cleaning up the glass, I hear my wife cooking in the next room, as well as Frank Sinatra singing from the stereo. I then receive a false memory of Frank singing all night. I wake up shortly after.

Side notes: The "Loony Tunes Retreating Dream Scene" is something that has happened before, and something I plan to recognize as a false awakening the next time it occurs.

I had a short lucid. A tiny one. All I remember is pinching my nose, the RC worked and I was lucid! I went outside (from somewhere) and before I could do anything I felt myself waking up. I tried to fight it, to stay in the dream, but I lost lucidity. Not sure if I actually woke up or if it was a FA.

* Took a nap after I posted something in the TOTM thread

non-lucid, lucid

.../I'm in the university campus. I have just left my car parked in a parking lot behind a building. I'm carrying a lot of papers I have to deliver here thinking to myself, it's safe to let the car there because of it won't take much time. I walk behind a lot of buildings hoping to get to one of the main libraries. I'm getting to the Electronic Engineering building when I realize I parked in the wrong place; it should have been behind the next building. Anyway, a decide to take a walk because of it's nice to be back here from so long. I see some folks playing on a platform. I walk on the bleachers, and see one of my first pals who left the career because of his girlfriend got pregnant. There's a lot of people here, and I'm recognizing many of them. It has been so long that I didn't see their faces, saluting here and there. I see the 'philosopher' playing soccer, he doesn't see me because he's with his back turned to me. Finally we got to see each other, but he doesn't seem so enthusiastic as he usually used to be. I wonder there must be something strange here, it hits me, of course it's a dream! Then I remember I wanted to do some of the TOTM. But first, I want to leave all these papers I have in my hand. The best idea that comes up to my mind: Let's deliver all of these using Telekinesis! I throw the first brief in front of me, waiting it to take flight and look for its destination by its own. On the contrary, it falls some meters ahead. Perhaps I didn't give it the time to take flight. I take the next one and throw it up to the sky. It falls on the roof of a building. The throw the third one, it flies better and makes some curves on the air, like a paper plane to finally fall on some dirty waters. I don't care, but I got obsessed with the idea. At least one, although I want to throw the whole packages to fly to their destination. I throw one after the another, and some of them take flight to my back, I see them disappear behind me, I don't follow them, I consider it a success because of I don't see where they fall! Good, the next one, and the next one/...

* Wake up hearing my neighbors talking and thinking to myself How stupid!

This lucid dream is a part of a study with University of Missouri St. Louis conducted by SleepingSYNAPSE.
http://www.dreamviews.com/research/1...ticipants.html
I had to the opportunity to visit the campus and examine a room (Red) in waking life and revisit it in a lucid dream to measure dream memory. I was unaware of the other room (Blue) as being apart of the study and I found that I had very little waking memory of it.

SleepingSYNAPSE, I am including additional info that may not be in the packet as well as this more thorough account of the dreams. Yes, dreams. I actually had a hard WILD before the more successful but the first yielded undesirable outcomes. I didn't have the extra papers for two dreams so I recorded the better of the two. Still, I think you will be interested in reading both here.

On a more personal note, thanks for meeting with me on a Saturday and for the good times we enjoyed afterward. I was hesitant meeting a stranger in a big city, but I feel I have gained a friend. You are a good person. Your hospitality was appreciated by my wife and I.

Pre-bed Supplements: A shot of cherry flavored vodka in a small juice glass with Coke.
Bedtime: 9PM
WBTB time/length: 1:00AM / 3min
WBTB Supplements: 8mg Galantamine, 400mg Choline, cold pre-made mug of peppermint tea/4 bags (menthol)


#354 - WILD - 2:10AM

I enjoy a smooth WILD but enter a very unstable world. I do my usual dash for the front door and make it outside. I feel I need to rush to get the task done so I move quickly. I decide to "Hulk Jump" in the general direction of my goal.

When I visited the university in waking life, I took careful note of the building's exterior. There is a nice park there with a pond. I had decided beforehand to make that my landing site since it is a unique feature of the campus.

I make a giant leap over some trees and land in Bug Lake at the university with a splash. There are no physical feelings here; just the sound. I have some dark void issues so I splash around with my arms to stabilize as I think of the interior of the building.

I am now in a hallway, but it doesn't look like I recall. The walls are colored like some sort of abstract mural painting. Grass and sky? The dream crashes.

DEILD - I have some floating sleep paralysis sensations for a full minute or two.

I visualize and re-enter the hallways. I see something like an "under the sea painting" on the walls. There are way too many rooms and I feel lost. I really focus on finding the Red Room and eventually find a door that looks close enough. The dream is still really unstable as I enter the room. It's dark inside and I think to feel for a light switch but I know this almost never works.
I feel like I am in the void again so I focus on seeing.

When the lights come on, I see that I am in an empty and really tiny version of the room. I stretch my arms out and my hands touch adjacent walls. I wake up and think to DEILD but for some reason the dream felt really long so I decide to journal instead.

#355 - DILD (In-dream-WILD) - 3:16AM

After the first dream, I tried to WILD and again and thought I had done it but I later recall other things that happened first.

There was something about being worried about alarm clocks. I was afraid of it getting too late to get lucid and having to wake up. I look at the clock and see that its about 4:4[?]... almost 5am (Wake up time). I have a really hard time making out the last digit. It gets blurry and morphs a little. I recognize what is happening here and lay back down to complete my WILD efforts.

After a second and some SP sensations, I realize there is no need to still be laying here so I quickly get out of bed. I notice I am in my childhood home of Luling, TX. I find this annoying and try to imagine being at the university again. I look down as I walk and try to visualize some common tiling or an imagined version of what I think may have been the flooring at the university. I see some generic brown speckled tiling but I am still in the same house. I try to deny it, but I just can't make it change over. Time for plan B.

I go to the front door and have to actually unlock the dead bolt to get the door open. I recall the conversation with SleepingSYNAPSE about the guy that had a semi-lucid dream where he locked his wallet in the house and thought to summon the keys but not the wallet. This felt equally dumb, but I let the thought go as I start down the sidewalk.

At the end, there is a dark colored compact car running with headlights on. It's dark but when I get to the car, I see Jeremy B, from work sitting in the driver's seat. I recall how this scenario worked well for the Angel Falls Task Of The Year and get really excited. I look into the open window on the passenger side and Jeremy says something that I perceive to be really dorky but mildly funny (much like waking life). I think I may have found an intelligent and somewhat witty DC, but I am not sure what he said so I ask.
He stares at me like I am the dumb one for a second then says, "Oh nevermind. Just get in."
When I sit down in the passenger seat, I find myself teleported to the driver seat. Jeremy is now standing in the street peering in the open window on the driver side. Without a word he plugs his nose and jumps feet first into the blackness of the street as if it is deep water. Seeing him do this seems extremely cheesy and bizarre. I chuckle and say, "Well... Ooookay. Thanks."

I drive to the end of the block and make a right. As I do, use expectation to believe that the part of the university I want is on the next block. That would be the direction of my old high school in waking life so this allows an easy connection in my mind. The building looms just ahead in the night. There are the scattered trees with Bug Lake to the right. I grip the steering wheel for the first time... or maybe I just pull back on it like airplane controls, but I will the car to fly to a window, second from the top story. I don't bother counting floors this just feels right and I know it's all what I want to believe anyway. It's the fourth floor in waking life.

As I am about to crash through a large window, everything seems very much like something from a Harry Potter movie. A suit of armor spies me through a whimsical-style, barred window and runs out of the way. I phase the car more than crash and I see a Filch-look-a-like just outside of the room. Any other time this would have been freaking awesome as I have a "Patronus" goal in mind for the future, but at this moment I am very focused on the task. I dismiss the oddities without a second thought. Actually, I am more worried about the interior being too dark. The room has red carpet and looks vaguely medieval with gas wall sconces on either side of an open door giving very little light. However, the hallway that Filch was meandering down is brightly lit.

As I phase out the driver side door of the car, I feel the entire thing dissolve. I have desire to look at the effect, but decide that I better not, just in case I ruin the effect. Plus, I feel I am much cooler this way. I feel like some grand wizard doing amazing things, but not being particularity impressed with himself. Mastery. I leave the room in search of the rooms.

I spend what feels like a lot of time lost in a maze of hallways until I find the main room of the study. I really can't recall much here, but I thinking it was mostly garbage imagery anyway.

Now, I am in a strong and fairly accurate representation of the main room. I see a red door on the left and a blue door and the right. There is a counter and a hood vent on the other side. As I grab the door knob to open the red door, I have a feeling of anticipation. I note how very vivid the dream is and I feel pleased.

Inside, the room is disappointingly very much empty, but it's at least the correct size this time. The first thing I note is that the shelves to the left are gone so this excludes several items. There is no digital painting in front of me. The desk and end table are gone. The walls are a pea green and this seems right. I recall a something sleepingSYNAPSE told me in waking life. When he dreams of his house he notices what things are missing or incorrect. I feel the same way about this room and begin copying what he said he did in his dreams. I point to the things mentioned and say stuff like, "That's wrong. This is gone. That's not right. This should be there."

Something catches my eye. Where the large poster of the blond white woman should be, I see a very different one in it's place. It's really blurry and watery so I step closer to take a near-sighted examination of the picture. After a moment, it clears. The face is blurry but I see an African American man wearing a blue graduation gown, standing with his arm up in triumph. There is a mock diploma in his right hand and a huge grin on his face. I get the feeling this is some sort of lame university advertisement. There is some large black lettering on the bottom but I have already lost interest. Suddenly, I remember the last object to look for. CLOCK!

I turn around and see it where is should be to the left of the door way, overlapping the trim. At first the numbers look Roman but as I get closer, still having some slight nearsightedness, the numbers look Arabic. I recall there is a time question on the sheet in waking life so I take note. The hour hand is on the 6 and the minute hand is one the 7. No, there is an 8 where the 7 should be. I will it to be a 7 but the number really wants to be an 8 and there is a type of tug-o-war with it seeming to morph into an 8 on its own as I struggle to keep it a 7. I decide this little detail probably doesn't matter since I recall the waking life time to be 6:15. I try to think what the time actually is here but I quickly realize that I can't even begin to think about how to read the clock so I just make note of the hand locations one last time and then step out of the room.

Feeling somewhat accomplished and a little surprised that the dream is still going, I am ready for the Blue Room. When I step back into the Main Room, I notice there are a few changes. Mostly, there is now an extra blue door and instead of having a large pill-shaped covering, they are now entirely covered in blue construction paper. In fact, it all looks gift-wrapped. I start to go for the extra door but it feels wrong and there is some instability so I decide to go for the more correctly located door.

When I open the Blue Room I am surprised to see a vast bedroom with blue walls and white trim. The style is sort of Victorian with 3 twin beds and a dark wood chest of drawers. There is a large mirror mounted on top with something like a wash basin. It seems like there was a dark colored rug on the floor but I may be be recalling that wrong at this point. I feel shocked and confused so I step back out into the main room not really noting anything there and then back in. The room is basically the same but there is a sense that the furniture has moved slightly.

At this point I pretty much forget the University task as I feel this part of the dream has played itself out. Not really recalling any secondary goals, I start messing around with the dreamscape on impulse. I walk around the room and come to a very low light fixture about chest level with 3 or so unlit bulbs. I recall a scene from Oculus where Karen Gillian thinks she eats a light bulb while thinking it's an apple when it actually is an apple (Yes this movie is that weird). So, I decide to try eating a light bulb as I know I won't cut myself like she did (or thought she did) in the movie. I think to unscrew the bulb but decide that is too much work and I just pull. It resists a little put easily pops free. I put the entire fat end in my mouth and look in the mirror. My lips are distorted from the effort but I notice I look even more strange than that. My features resemble River Song from Doctor Who but with shorter hair and a melding of my waking life facial features and hers. I stare at this for a few seconds trying to will myself to look right but it's not working very well. I remember the light bulb and decide to chop down. I am surprise when I feel like I am biting into a plastic ball-pit ball. I spit it out and step away from the mirror.

At this point, I think menthol starts having it's adverse (or desired as some see it) effect. It seems like a really good idea to reward myself for having put so much effort into this dream experiment. I recall how I did something similar for the Cretaceous Period Task Of The Month awhile back and start searching the beds for a female companion.


Before I go on, I think I need to explain something. I visited SleepinSYNAPSE's father's restaurant in waking life while in St. Louis (Very nice place and awesome food!). In the men's restroom there were several posters of vintage female movie stars. The one that caught my attention the most is this classic image of Marylin Monroe's Breakfast In Bed.



Almost immediately, I find her in a sheet with one leg out. I don't think of her as MM but I'm not really concerned with the face. I know it's a dream and it's all not real. However, during the act, I do happen to take a look at the face and notice a very ugly version of MM. The hair was right but the face was very distorted. I pause for a second, unsure if I want to continue but I decide to just focus on other parts as I quickly finish up.

I decide that this dream has gone on long enough and I should wake myself before I forget all the details. I fall into the void but don't wake right way. I realize what is happening and struggle to shift back to the physical. I have images of making dream notes on my Galaxy Player, but I know this is false. I hit SP but instead of struggling to move the dream body I am doing the opposite until I reenter the physical. The effect was like a reverse WILD or reverse OBE... Very strange.

This lucid was short. I was standing on a bridge with a coy fish in my hand and simply thought, I am dreaming, which is my mantra but i hadnt said it before i fell asleep. I did not get much time before i lost my lucidity. I was staring at a brick wall observing the destabilization. I havent been updating my journal lately so sorry about that. Ive been a bit occupied lately.

I should have written this one right when I woke up...but I didn't...and I'm left with fragments.

I was lucid - I don't remember how. Once again, I couldn't remember any of the things I wanted to do in my lucid dream (a sign of my recent scatterbrainedness, I'm sure) - so I decided to do backflips. Because why the hell not. Plus it's fun in zero gravity.

When I got bored of that, I decided to fly around on the threshold of Earth's atmosphere and outerspace. Flying around in Earth is moderately fun, flying around in space is great (except it's always BONE CHILLINGLY COLD FOR ME ), but flying on the threshold of the two is the best.

I flew up above the clouds. It was sunset...and beautiful!



I flew over the clouds quickly....the giant white clouds began to morph into thousands of doves. The clouds would just dissipate into these beautiful white doves that would scatter away! It was so amazing.

I flew up higher and into outerspace through the solar system. I flew really quickly past the planets and it made me feel a bit disorientated.



That was great, but I decided to come back home to Earth. When I landed, I saw a tornado on the horizon. I decided to fly into it, but I think I woke up before I reached it.