lucid

*I forgot to call someone's name in my dream for the share dreaming thing. But I'll try it tonight

In my first dream I was with a few people and I kept disturbing a boy from meditating for some reason. He eventually got mad and we ended up fighting.But I used the power of sound to defeat him than woke up.

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[The second dream]
I was in a room I didnt know but Dawn was there and he made me feel happy. He even sang a song for me which was kind of funny cause his voice was deep but still sweet. I went out a window though cause there was a guy who was creepy there. He asked Dawn if he was singing for him but he said no it was for me. I was outside in a field looking at garbage I think when I called Dawn and we went back into the house but it looked like my real house now. I was downstairs and looking at some dolls that were broken. I saw a Elmo and Kermit doll too and some small talking dolls. Seeing them gave me the feeling Christmas was over honestly. I went upstairs carrying a clear garbage bag and saw my dad was eating at the table. I told him I was going outside. Honestly, I remember grabbing the doll for protection in the dream.I think it was cause i was talking to mini doll people and they told me I should take it earlier in the dream..Anyways I found 2 extras bags in the bag, removed them, than had a false awakening. And let me tell you....IT FELT SO REAL!! I thought I was awake but than I heard footsteps walking up to my bed. I tried to move but I couldn't and even tried waking up but nothing. That's when a huge guy who looked like a human/Alien with his alien dog taped my mouth and proceeded to tie me in my bed I think.In my mind I was thinking this was going to be a night terror thing. The alien dog thing started sniffing me but I managed to break free. I asked the guy why he was here and he said he was going to destroy a monster. I asked if I could help and he said ok. I think we faught something after that or the guy was looking for something in the closet.That's when I heard a guy say how beautiful a girl looked in the living room so i went to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was really really short and puffy in the front. I tried to use the straightening iron but out of no where it caught on fire. I shouted to my dad there was a fire and my brother used the extinguisher to put out the fire. After a few problems and getting on fire a bit the fire was gone. My dad said it was funny how there was a fire before the wedding. I was confused and the alien guy came back and asked how everything went than I woke up.

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In the third dream I was in a place where I was playing with a guy but than his mother got mad and asked where her son was. We went to look for him and when we found him I started playing with his acoustic guitar. In the fourth dream i was in a contest where i had to race other girls to collect flowers for dawn. I won and ended up in a girl's room where a guy offered us aloe vera icream.Than i woke up.

So I could remember 95% of my goals but I could accomplish none of them because I had the shittiest control ever...
I'm guessing the reason why I had such a little amount of control is that I was constantly worrying about waking up (I probably wasn't in REM anymore, it was incredibly unstable).

There are some positive points though: I was able to close my eyes and have some sexy time even though it was generally very unstable. I think I am getting better at stabilization, and I'm getting rid of popular beliefs like "if you close your eyes in a dream you wake up" (If you have read my LDs from a while back, you probably noticed that I "feared" lucid dreaming at night (ironic?))

Also I was feeling a lot like I was just discovering lucid dreaming, which really made me want to explore the dreamworld more - you know, see what I can learn about myself, try to dig deep into my subconscious... I also want to experiment with muscle memory a little more.

Lucidity: 9/10
Control: 3/10
Vivacity: 6/10

I'm lucid in my grandfather's bedroom. I checked reality plugging my nose. His map of the world is clipped on the wall at my right, just like in real life. I instantly feel the dream fading, so I hurry up and rub my hands together. I was expecting an instant boost in vivacity, but I have to spend a lot of time stabilizing in order to actually feel my whole body.
There's a brunette girl laying down on the couch.
... Alright, alright. I've had a lot of clean LDs, I can afford it.
I walk up to her, and ask innocently "You would give me a bj, right ?".
"What's that ?"
"Well it's... forget it, I'll talk you through it. Come here."
She gets up aaaand I'll skip the details
I had to rub my hands together the whole time

After some pretty awesome time, I walk out of the room and into the living room, still rubbing my hands. I think about my Dream Guide quest. I try to summon her (I think she's a her) but nothing happens.
I try again and get upset, until I realize that now might not be an appropriate time.
After all, I haven't been a very inspiring lucid dreamer earlier.

I notice that my family is gathered around the sofa, all watching TV. I remember another goal of mine: do a simple magic trick to a dream character. So, inspiring myself from a post that I read a few weeks ago, I take a crumbled sheet of paper and I close my hands around it. I visualize a dove emerging out of my hands.
I open my hands and... absolutely nothing happened.
Damn that shitty control.
I try again but still, nothing happens.
Ok, fine. But I'm not giving up.
I sit down on the floor and close my eyes, meditating. Then for a few seconds, I think "sage mode, sage mode..." for about 4 seconds. I stand up, and try the dove thingy again.
I fail.
... I guess this dream is simply bound to be control-less.
With that in mind I walk to a window, rubbing my hands, and jump out of it. I land on the grass, and I start walking down the street. I get to a road; it looks a lot like the one in my neighborhood, but larger.
I set out for a sex dream. I try to spawn a girl but nothing happens.
A car parks near me, and the girl comes out of it.
Oh, passive control, what would I do without you ?

*Skipping details *

When I'm done with my stuff, I walk to a bike which was abandoned there in the middle of the road.
I try to do telekinesis on it and to my surprise, I actually can get it to move a little before I wake up.

I start DEILDing but I renounce: I feel that the dream is going to be a pain in the ass to stabilize. Plus, I currently have a pretty bad recall; wouldn't want to loose my LD.

Much better recall and clarity last night. I've been reading and meditating before bed instead of mindlessly scrolling through the internet, so that seems to be helping. Also, I fell asleep listening to some binaural beats that claim to "Access powerful super consciousness connection."

07.02.2014

Office Space (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at work talking to my fellow student worker, only she's not the same girl who works with me irl. I don't remember what we're talking about. Suddenly, the girl grins mischievously and starts kissing me, backing me up to sit on the counter and grinding against me. It feels great, but this is not the best place for such activity. Especially if Brandon catches us--- I'd never hear the end of it from that perv.

"Not at work," I say, pushing her off of me. It seems that we're actually dating, so we have plenty of other opportunities for making out in places that won't get us fired. Still, she takes my rejection the wrong way.

"What, are you ashamed of me!?" she snarls. I'm kind of surprised by her anger.

"No, no! It's just not professional to do that here..."

At this point, a customer walks in. Normally our front desk person would take care of walk-ins, but she's out for the moment. My angry girlfriend goes to the front to see what the woman needs. She seems to be retired professor who needs access to her old email account. My girlfriend YELLS at her that she has to create a ticket and to stop bothering us with her stupidity. I rush to the front as the old woman is about to burst into tears. "It's okay, I can help you, Ma'am." My girlfriend stomps back to the work room to sulk. "I am SO sorry about my coworker. She's.... having a bad day and taking it out on the wrong people."

07.02.2014

Facing Team Rocket (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm wondering around campus in the dark, enjoying the solitude. Near the back of the psychology building, I gleefully roll down the hill like a little kid at a playground. Soon, though, I hear the sounds of another person nearby. I cannot see them in the darkness, but I know I am no longer alone. I have the feeling that I'm about to be attacked. Though not afraid, I decide to avoid the trouble. I run back tothe main part of campus. Running feels so great, I never want to stop!

*memory lapse*

At some point, I "wake up" with my aunt talking loudly over me with her oldest daughter. She's saying that she's going to start making me do a bunch of chores in order to provoke "a conection with Jesus Christ" within me. She also says some really mean things, some of which are potentially true, such as that I take myself too seriously.

By now, I'm hurt and angry. Doesn't she realize I can her her? I think to myself furiously. Still, I pretend to sleep so that I don't have to talk to her.

Later, a couple who look just like Jessie and James from Pokemon are after my brother. If I understand their yammering correctly, they wish to hand him over to Lord Voldemort. They're in our old house, holding us at gunpoint. I suddenly become lucid.

I grab my brother's hand and pull him through the (closed) window behind us. He seems way too reluctant to run. "Come on, you idiot!" I yell, practically dragging him behind me. "This way!"

I intend to run down the gravel road behind our house to hide in the field of tall grass. When I get there, however, I'm dismayed to find that the field has been mowed. While we still have a head start, I do my best to make more grass appear. Every time I succeed, though, we lose our head start and Team Rocket spots us, making my newly formed hiding place utterly useless.

Abandoning the grass idea, we bolt off into the woods instead. I pull my brother into a giant hollowed out log. Team Rocket seems to know exactly where we're hidden. They drag us out from the log and point the gun at us once again.

This time, I have a gun of my own. I fire at them--- and miss! When I pull the trigger again, all I hear is the empty clicking noise.

But suddenly, there are two more shots. I think they've shot my brother until they both drop to the ground, dead.

I look up to see a man that I'd met in an earlier part of the dream that I can no longer remember. He smiles, winks at me, and turns around to walk off. I think he's going to leave, but he suddenly turns back and starts purposefully towards me.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"What do you think?" He pulls me into his arms and kisses me passionately. This is some kind of dramatic continuation from our earlier conversation, so for the sake of the plot I kiss him back. It sparks absolutely nothing within me. I think to myself, If I actually still liked guys, this would be an epic ending to the dream.

So yeah, remember I said that my record of most dreams in one night was 6? Well, from now on that number will be 8! And to make it all even better, we had another LD, an FA but I was smart enough to notice it.
One thing I must say is that the evening before, I decided to make and drink 0,5l of orange juice and this morning I also tried SSILD which probably caused the LD.

1. The prison

I'm in an armored buss being transported to a jail somewhere in the countryside, we stop and leave the buss however there isn't much security and suddenly I'm holding a bike next to me. It doesn't feel like I'm going to jail, more like going to school, a friend of me is further up ahead on his bike. I shout him to turn around cause that's the female-prison, in the distance I saw a camp with some women walking around in white clothing. Just next to that camp was the male-prison, I saw some men walking around in the same white clothing and walked to the back. I stopped next to a building to put my bike somewhere, infront of the door I planned first but then I thought it could close at night and I wouldn't be able to reach my bike. (The building had some weird overhanging with a fence that could be lowered or something.) Inside that building I knew would be the introduction to the prison and administration.

2. The escape plan

I'm entering a garage/barn type of building, in it there are several cars parked in the middle of the room and one car in the upper right corner. It does feel like a prison still, I think we're doing some trip for the day. It's either early in the morning or evening cause it's quiet dark and I feel quiet tired. The plan was that some inmates (including me) that wanted to escape would get in the car in the upper right corner and at that moment the roof would somehow collaps on the other cars, killing the guards and giving us a chance to escape. However nothing happened and we drove away in a convoy.

3. Bio-beer

I'm at some expo where they are presenting a fully self-sustaining machine that makes beer, starting from growing the plants and then distilling it... The room was very large, I think they used an old warehouse although the lamps were quiet modern. Between the large machine (Almost the size of the room itself) ran small hallways, visitors walked around looking at the contraption. Then there was a part where you could recieve a cup of beer and taste it, I took one but didn't seem to have a sense of taste, then I saw my sister walking to me.

4. The session

I'm watching some film through the eyes of a prisoner, he's sitting in the cantine/session room or something and infront of him sits a guard in riot gear. There are more prisoners in the room with each a riot guard infront of them. The exercise is that the prisoners have to gently beat the riot guards but control themself to not keep punching when they're told to stop or something. The prisoner first tries to just talk with the guard but he responds with gestures that the prisoner must beat him on his chest. Then the prisoner starts beating him, way too hard and way too long. After some time blood starts coming from the guard and another guard has to stop the prisoner. In the end I think the guard survived it though.

5. Boat fail

I'm with my sister somewhere near a lake, we both wear winter-jackets and it's really cold. There isn't any snow but it's a tundra climat with vast planes and mountains in the distance, the lake is about a kilometer wide I guess. We have a rubber boat and decide to try and cross the lake, she sits up front and I in the back. After 5 meters the boat sinks and we quickly swim back. We were quiet amused by our fail and were able to laugh about it.

Now I wake up, note down the dreams I already had and do SSILD for the next 15 minutes after which I fall asleep in about 20 minutes I think.

6. I-don't-know-what-is-happening-dream

I wake up in my bed and there's a small tail (the size of a hair) on my desk in a certain position, then someone I know from school walks in a we talk about the tail and some other stuff. Then I exit my room and suddenly fly around some weird city, then I see an old house in the city that suddenly gets split in half, a deep hole appears in the middle, I see two people in the right half of the house on the upper floor. Then I enter the toilet of my house which has some one-way window in the door, I can look outside but people from outside can't look inside. Then I see my cat somewhere and his tail is in the same position as the tail I saw on my desk.

7. The friendly werewolf* (SSILD)

I wake up in my bed and hear my mother swearing cause the cat has peed next to the litter box or something, it's all really blurry and I'm disoriented. I say to myself "You know, this is all really weird, why not do an RC?", as I do the nose-plug I notice I can breath normally. I don't panic but instead relax and lay back in bed, I nearly decided to just go back to sleep cause I still felt tired but then something in my head told me "Dude! This is a dream, you've waited for this, DON'T WASTE IT NOW!". I sat up again and noticed that the dream was still unstable, I catched glimpses of me looking around in my IRL bed and knew that I could wake up any moment. I felt the texture of the bed and concentrated on the dream till it was stable enough to support itself. When I got out of the bed I didn't feel the need to go too extreme, instead I thought about what I could actually do now. I decided to try out a transformation cause I've never done that before, and being as original as I am I choose to become a werewolf! It was morning in the dream and the sun was shining through my bedroom windows but I didn't care! I focused on my right hand, I couldn't see it but I did feel it, I expected it to turn into a claw of a wolf. After some seconds I felt the bones in the hands rapidly growing as if it grew the nails, almost wolverine-style. After some time the transformation stopped and I was able to examine my hand/paw. It looked quiet good for a first try, it had white fur with a bit of yellow which I didn't expect, oh well. Although transforming my hand was cool it wasn't a full transformation, so I thought about my arms transforming now. I felt the fur Climbing up my arms and when it reached my chest I sort of levitated of the ground, shortly after the dream ends.

8. Sniper in training

I talk with G-man or someone and I'm a sniper in training, I get a rifle with a scope on it that looks very box-shaped. My first task is to shoot green pacman-ghosts on a pacman game, I look straight down on the game like you do in a normal pacman game. I have no problems aiming the square scope on the green ghosts and I shoot all of them. Then my next task was to shoot decomposing whales that stranded on the beach, they were still alive and panicking and I saw their skin bubbling from all the gas in their body. I walk along a road next to the beach and look for them, some whales aren't decomposing and thus don't have to be shot. I quickly spot a target, a man which I think is a researcher or something stands next to it and I think he has difficulties with the smell of the rotting whale. I shoot the whale and I think my desire for it not to explode because a man stood next to it caused it to remain intact. I walked back and I saw that the road suddenly passed through a tunnel of some sort of green algae, I saw how the waves of the sea breaking on the shore left behind a large amount of green algea and as a wave ran over the road the whole path was covered in it and even elevated by the sheer amount. It looked very dry brittle in a hexagonal-shape and at first I didn't want to step on it cause it looked dirty. However it was strong enough to support my weight and I quickly passed through. Then after that task my next and last task was to find and kill G-man himself. I looked down on some board again like in pacman and saw a military-base/city like map, there were some tanks driving around on it and jeeps. First I had to locate him but I just started shooting all the tanks from above until most of them were destroyed, my bullets seemed to pass armor quiet easy. After most of the tanks and jeeps were down I still hadn't killed G-man, then I could look through the roof of a hangar, in it were 2 more tanks stationed and a large tin can in which I think would be sardines with oil. I destroyed the two tanks but one accidently collided with the tin can and suddenly in the bottom left of my vision I saw a video of G-man in a small can with oil and I saw a hole was pierced in his shell. Then I knew G-man was in the tin can! I kept shooting it and saw in the video how the shell got more and more damaged, G-man looked quiet annoyed/angry and I saw his face being covered in the oil until the got completly crushed by the force of my bullets and the video stopped.

Well, it looks like I'll drink another 0,5l of orange juice this evening...

Train Station (SSILD)
Lucid #16

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am a t train station with a friend. We follow the platform, which is made out of wood planks. As we go we see people jumping from different spots. I realize everything arround the station is a big playground. We get to the end. In front of me I see some bars. I squeeze myself through them and climb down in something what looks like a pit. Its dark and I´m a littlebit scared. I don´t know the location but I realize the train station is build on poles, like a pier.
I climb back up to see an old man and some old ladys waiting for me. Apparently I colored the wood-planks while climbing down the bars. I look and my tshirt is indeed stained with white paint. The old ladys seem to be on my side, the old man on the other hands threatens me with calling the police. He seems like loosing interest in the situation and I climb back down. Now I really don´t like the location and climb back up. My friend grabs a crossbow and shoots an empty bootle standing somewhere at the playground. Knowing there will be glass where the kids play I panic and start running away.
I find myself chewing on something, I spit something out and see a tooth in my hand. I get lucid, look at the tooth in my hand and try stabilizing but I wake up..

lucid

Another lucid dream this morning.

I was having a false awakening. I was in bed, sleeping on my back, and couldn't move. At some point I looked over at my phone to see if there are texts and was surprised there weren't any. Not sure if I did this while awake or while dreaming. But when I woke up for real, there were texts.

Suddenly, something grabs my foot, and I think it's an intruder. I can't see the figure well, only out of the corner of my eye. He says something. I realize he's my husband, though I wasn't sure, and that he came back home from work early for some reason.

Most of my dream is spent in bed, struggling to move, but sometimes I'm out of bed. At one point, I realize I'm dreaming. I wasn't sure, but I decided, why don't I try the thumb/palm RC. At first it didn't go through, but I really wanted to make sure, and then it went through! I realized for sure I was dreaming. However, I was back in bed, still struggling to wake up.

I heard a repetitive voice saying something, I forget what. It was annoying and a little scary. I changed it to, "lover" "lover" 'lover", to make it less threatening. It sounded similar to lover before and I only had to change the first syllable.

I tried to roll out of my body and control my dream, but I just couldn't move. Eventually, I woke up.

non-lucid

Before the false awakening dream, I was dreaming about a My Little Pony convention or a convention of some sort (maybe video games) that later turned into a MLP convention at some point. Not sure exactly. It was a place that was opened regularly. You had to be on time or you weren't given a ticket. On your way back, you had to exit through the proper door. The door for people without ticket gave people a punishment and they had to sit in a room for a while for being late.

At one point while watching an MLP premier, I saw a young Asian couple with their young son. They were talking about how they think it's okay if he wants to play MLP, but his sister (who wasn't there) must be around if he does. I told them, you know, at first when my kid played MLP I made sure there was a girl around too, but overtime I just didn't care. I was referring to a daycare kid, not my son. But said that I don't know about when he reaches school age whether he'd be bullied or not, but it's fine for now.

In a different dream after the MLP convention dream, I dreamed I had a bunch of books to translate, and some of them were MLP books. The books were in English, despite the fact that I translate from Japanese into English.

Before all of these dreams, I also had another dream in which I saw a friend that I hadn't seen since Japanese camp back in high school.

07-01-2014 -- Working a shift at HOI, relieving Jim for the weekend shift on Friday night, and arrive when it is already late, perhaps 9 or 10, but there are still a lot of people running around, going in and out of the building. I stay there for quite a while, just poking around, at first, then hooking up my computer and working on it for a bit, back in the receptionist/security monitor area, but the customers and sales people keep wandering around. Eventually I find lots of people entering the place and heading back to the parts department for some sort of meeting, I decide to check the time, and it is already something like 6 AM, and I've completely lost track of the time.

People have been working and in and out of the showroom all night long, and as it is now morning and the day shift is starting to come in, I realize I had better get the security keys, which Jim had left hanging in the door lock. Actually should have gotten them many hours ago. It's still pitch black outside, and I can't decide if it is because it really is that dark, or if it is the new, super dark tinting on the showroom windows. Turns out it is a case of both. Though it is now getting on to 7 or 8 in the morning, it is that rare day when the sun just doesn't manage to get up until even later. (Once in a great while really did see days like this.)

I decide to start getting my stuff together, including packing the computer up and wrapping the power cord around the flat screen monitor (wish I had had a flat screen back then, would have been so much easier than hauling around a CRT.) The day time security guard arrives and tells me I can go, but I realize I never clocked in on a time card. I figure I will have to hand-write the clock in, and just clock out. The clock and the cards and rack are all here at the reception counter, but as I start trying to find a card, all I can find are other people's cards, which they are already using. After a lot of searching, I finally find a stack of blank time cards buried under some other stuff, and grab one. I try to fill it out, but I am writing my name wrong and messing up the letters and just can't do it. I finally give up on that card, fold it up and stick it in my pocket. Want to get another card and try again, but again I can't find the cards.

By this time the other security guard is really pushing for me to go, and he goes as far as to call his company and complain about another guard being here and not letting himself be relieved. But first off, he is relieving me early, and second off (as I take great enjoyment in telling him) I don't work for his security company, I work directly for the House of Imports ... even if only for a couple of holidays a year. I'm trying to look through the stuff where I found the last card, but the tiny ledge by the window that they were on is getting larger and larger, and soon I can't reach the stuff without climbing onto the ledge, itself. The receptionist has arrived, and wants me out of there, but is at least trying to be helpful about it, and joins the search. But it seems they are just about to switch to new cards that were just printed, and which they were going to start using on the next pay period, in a few days. But these cards are jet black, and nothing is going to show on them from the old time clock, which is the one that is still in use. So I finally give up on managing a time card at all.

I start looking for my stuff, and just can't manage to find it anywhere, so I start to wonder if, even if I can't remember it, I might have already taken it out to the car. I head outside, and start to look for the car (the old two-tone Oldsmobile I had when I was really working at HOI), but it's not there. I am starting to get aggravated, wondering if my car has been stolen AGAIN (happens all the time in my dreams, never in real life) but then I notice the sign by the road, and remember they do street cleaning on Manchester Sunday morning, and either ticket or tow cars left on the road at their discretion. Blast it! They also have heavy construction going on on the street, with only barely enough space at the driveway open to get a car in.

I head back up to the showroom, one assumes to pass on word of what happened, though it is not like the dealership can actually do anything if the police towed the car, but as I approach the showroom stairs, there are several people there screaming at Francisco and the other morning help, yelling about the construction along the road. They are a weird cross between customers, the next dealership down the road, and a news crew, and are screaming about the mess and the difficulty of getting around the construction, and demanding information about how long things are going to be like this. Francisco and the like are just the guys who drive the cars in and out and get them washed and things, so he isn't likely to have detailed information on any construction, and certainly isn't the one who should be asked. So I am apologizing to them for the idiots screaming, not that it has anything to do with me.

I end up walking down the sidewalk, heading toward Orangethorpe and eventually the 7-11, and I end up walking with the folks from the other dealership/news crew. We're dodging around construction, half climbing over small pipes and things, and the entire time the pipes are gurgling, and every few seconds, this thick, slimy, red sludge comes spitting out of the pipes. Some is all over one of the news lady's stockings, some more splashes all over my clothes, though I try to avoid it, and I have to admit it is annoying and disgusting. I keep walking, until I am on my own, and get further and further down the street.

Soon I am passing several short sky scrapers (five or six stories tall, not that great for sky scrapers, but much taller than anything actually on Manchester) and come up with the idea of calling the police. If I stress my security work enough, and sound pathetic enough, maybe I can get my car released for only $20 or $30, so I pull out my cell phone to call them, only to discover that some of the red slime got on the phone and melted the screen, and I kind of collapse to the ground by the fence separating the road from the freeway, and start to cry, as it has all gotten to be too much.

But then I start to realize it is too much. My luck is being so bad, it is absurd and highly unlikely. I glance at the sky scrapers, and realize they are out of place. I look at a sign on the freeway, glance away, and then look back, and the numbers are changing and shifting around. I hold out my hand, concentrate on my fingers, and they start stretching and distorting! I thought so ... I'm dreaming! I concentrate on my finger, and it stretches out five or six feet, and pokes a sleeping feline by the fence, an odd cross between lion, tiger, and perhaps bobcat. The thing jumps up and starts to snarl and stalk me, and I whisper soothingly to it and gesture at it with power, and it starts to calm down. I slowly start to pet it, and every time it starts to get upset again, I mentally calm it.

By this time, the scene around me has changed, and instead of being outside by the freeway fence, I am inside a building. I can remember walking in a back door that was unlocked [though I never did so, things just shifted around me] and I am still trying to soothe the bobcat. Then I hear somebody unlocking the front door and opening the office, and I realize even if they left the back door unlocked, they aren't going to like me being in here. So I bolt for the back door I entered by, and the guy coming in the front hears me and chases after me. I draw his attention by running, and he demands to know who I am. I give the false name of Fred Flores [sorry Fred], but am kind of stuttering, and he starts claiming that I said the name wrong, which indicates I am this or that, and it just doesn't make sense. I run out the building, and into the next building (heading back toward HOI) and it is a cross between the other dealership and a parts store.

I run through the place, duck under a counter, and out a back door, and I find myself on a very strange loading dock where a large crane is picking up box trucks and hoisting them into position at the dock, in the air. I am trying to get out of the way, but I just can't move quickly enough. I manage to avoid the first truck easily, and the second truck with more difficulty, but only barely make it out of the way of the third one. So I am standing there, breathing heavy and trying to catch my breath when the lighting fixtures right above me start to lower, turn into some sort of equipment, and start dripping boiling hot oil on me. It's turning into those nightmare sort of dreams where everything mechanical is coming to life and pursuing me, and I have to kind of flex my mental muscles and sort of scream "Enough! This is still a dream, but it is MY dream!" and things start to settle down ... which is when I wake up.

06-24-2014 -- Playing Runescape in the usual Port Phasmatys area, teleporting with the ecto-vial, and farming herbs and other crops, then suddenly find I am driving in what seems like the flower tract (between Dale and Stanton, over by Boisseranc) with an unidentified friend. Seems like a cross between Joe (GK forum), Calvin D. and Benny C. I am sitting in the car, trying to pour a small bit of water out of what seems to be a cross between a neti pot and a remote control, but the water keeps pouring out of the wrong place, and it seems the thing is badly cracked. I'm trying to find some way to fix it, but it is no good, and I am probably going to have to throw it out.

The other person gets back to the car, and starts to swirl around liquid in a sort of test tube, and I'm like "Does this remind you of anyone?" We both grin and call out "Maddie!" Somehow things smoothly shift to where I am now standing in the Adventurers Club (where I just arrived) and there is a show going on. I am not surprised for a second, but then remember they closed the place down about five years ago. But then I recall a recent article in the paper about them bringing it back, so my surprise fades.

I come across Bonnie C. talking to some curly-haired woman, and I overhear something about myself and Rob from Muskogee, and I ask "What about Rob from Muskogee?" Bonnie starts to explain that because of some sort of rumors that were flying around the club, Robert thinks I hate him, and may not come around anymore, when of course I actually think he is quite a decent guy. There is a library show starting, and Sheila (as Pam) is waving people into the library. I think I see Tim, Karl, and possibly Graham helping her. There are also some new performers, and they are all dressed in white robes and performing the actual show, and I start to worry that they aren't really bringing back the club, but just using the people and costumes to introduce something new into the same location.

Bonnie goes into the show, but I stay out in the main salon, and something just doesn't seem right. I wonder if I am dreaming, and try to stretch my fingers, but it doesn't work, and I am almost able to convince myself I am not dreaming when I realize that my fingers are all twisted and I can't straighten them, and that several of them stop after one segment or two. Sure looks like dreaming to me. I try to fly, and manage to slightly hover ... yup ... it's a dream! I wonder if Anne is around? The show has ended, and people are streaming out. I see the red-haired Canadian maid, but no Bonnie. I really want to talk to her about these rumors, and where they seem to come from, but when I check in the library, she isn't there, either. I may have to go looking for her.

I head out the entrance, and find that it leads out into a large shopping mall, and I see no sign of her anywhere. So I step back into the revolving door and focus on using my dream powers, and as I step out, I force it to put me out near Bonnie. I'm disappointed when I don't see her anywhere, but wait, there she is in the distance, walking this way, but it seems like she sees me, and heads off in another direction. I try to cut her off, but no good. I'm annoyed, but reach into my backpack and pull out my Runescape ecto-vial, and decide to use it to teleport away. However, since I am not playing he game at the moment, I am not going to be able to instantly refill it, so I am trying to pour out maybe about a third of the liquid, so I can use it a couple more times.

I find myself in a different part of the mall, near an exit, and step outside. I see a police car parked at the curb, with the name of a city police department on it, but I can't remember what the city was. I step back inside, and wonder how the vial decided where to teleport me, considering I wasn't actually in the game, but then I notice a couple of planters with strange, almost flytrap-like plants in them, and wonder if that was why. Interesting.

Not my best dream control, but hopefully I can learn from this!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #218: Empty-Handed

I hear my oldest son E calling for me. It feels like it’s very early morning and the sun’s still not up yet. I walk through the dark hallway into his room to find him sitting up in his bed. “Daddy! I’m up!” he announces and hops off of the bed. “I’m going to go tell Mommy.”

I follow him back down the hall, feeling disappointed that the morning’s starting so early and that I missed my chance to have a lucid. As E starts climbing up into bed to shake Wife awake, I’m hit with a huge wave of regret to have missed out on having a lucid dream. I decide to make one last desperate move and try to phase through the wall, phasing right through and falling into the void.

I’m floating through the darkness now so I just relax, rubbing my hands together and repeatedly muttering to myself that “I’m having a lucid dream...” It takes an uncomfortably long time, but after maybe 30 seconds of this, a bright new scene forms around me.

It’s mid-morning and I’m outside, standing by the exterior of what looks like a movie theater. I look up at the bright sky and notice that the clouds are moving across each other in all kinds of odd, crisscrossing directions. “I like that!” I shout, pointing up to the clouds. “Very nice!” I experimentally drag my right foot along the pavement and it feels like I’m wearing running shoes.

The dream is feeling really stable to me now so I decide that it’s time to summon Dreamer and earn some challenge points. I reach my right hand behind my back and say, “[Dreamer], grab onto my hand!” Nothing at first… then a slight prodding feeling on my hand!

I turn around to find a brown-haired woman in her late 30s, hunched over and poking at my hand with her index finger. (I decide that this is definitely not Dreamer.) She’s up really close, staring at my hand like it’s the strangest thing she’s ever seen. I feel frustrated and annoyed that she’s messing with me while I try to summon. “Cut it out!” I say, and she hurries away.

Something bad has happened to my confidence at this point, though, and I feel this combined surge of self-doubt, disappointment, and anger, and in a few seconds I wake up.

00:08 bedtime

04:11 alarm

+ burning bush, water device phone booth, walking through room a guy is trying to find a musical major triad, I hear this and think about it, E-G#-B, I wake up with these notes in my head for a long time

2x 4mg Galantamind, 300mg Alpha GPC
can't sleep

07:00 (?) get up, chat with Sensei, browse DV

08:47 BTB try for nap

10:06 voice comments: "(hearty chuckle) Best f^&*in' lucid dream I've ever had"

+ I'm lucid, I'm slowing turning in a circle to stabilize, the faster I turn the less stable the scene is, the slower I spin the more stable, I start rubbing my hands and I wake up in bed rubbing my hands. FA? Perhaps, I don't know, back to sleep.

+ I'm lucid and doing stuff for a while, I have no idea how long, I forgot all this part, then I decide "Hey I'll teleport!" I choose my destination and will myself to be there, and the dream goes dark. Crap the void. No problem, I instantly decide to fly. I take a running start, and take off superman-style with my arms and fists stretched out before me. I expect to see moving landscape beneath me, and it soon appears! I'm flying through a cityscape, enjoying the view, it's really nice. Then I get stuck turning left! I can only turn left for a while. I think I should contact DreamViews for advice to see if anybody else gets stuck like this. Eventually I'm able to turn around (sort of like turning around at the wall when swimming, pivoting my body around) and fly off in another direction for a while...

Then the next thing I know I'm in "my house" (false memory! Imaginary house!) I stand up and look out the window. I feel lucid right away. The view out the window is off a portion of my childhood neighborhood park. I see some pillows/cushions on the ground and these seem out of place confirming the dream state, but I'm not 100% sure. I nose pinch, about 4-5 times, each time indicating dream, and I can hardly believe, it, I can't understand how I got here. I feel so strongly that this is my house and that I'm awake. I eventually think that I must have fallen asleep while working at "my desk" and had a FA in the house and now I'm LDing. it's incredibly vivid, I really think I'm in my house. I encounter my wife and my kids, I walk around this floor a bit, see stairways, doors, it's a large open atrium area.

I hear my wife and one of my sons arguing. Great, I think, they must be arguing in waking life and the argument is leaking over into my dream. I wonder if they come in to the place where I'm sleeping, if I see them in the dream, if I tell them to be quiet because I'm sleeping, will my sleeping body also tell them and so they'll be quiet?

I'm downstairs in a family room/bathroom. This seems to be below street level. I'm looking out a window across a street to buildings across the street. I enter a large glass-walled shower and start taking a shower.

Spoiler for body parts check:

I do an equipment check, my thang is a bit strangely shaped, sort of elongated and a bit pointier. The water is running off of the tip in a stream, but upwards instead of downwards, I think in a water parody of an ejaculation.

This gets me thinking....girl time! I do a behind-the-back summon for a CG, doesn't work. I hear my wife coming down the stairs, I try to get to the door first to lock it, but she comes in. She says I'm not helping to clean up the mess in the house, and leaves back out the door

A girl comes in from a side door, blonde, built, wearing jeans and a sweater. I think I may know her. I make up a name for her and say "Hey, Lindsey!". She's bending over and I enjoy the view. Then she's right up next to me and I see her face close up. I see some acne, which when she turns her head a bit so that I can see the left side of her face, gets really really bad. I will the acne to vanish, and right before my eyes it fades out, back in for a split second, then out again and it's gone, her skin is totally clear!

Spoiler for 18+:

It gets a bit abstract at this point, like I've closed my eyes, but I feel and take her large breasts into my mouth, I think that's way more than a mouthful. I think about oral and I'm below her guiding my thang towards her mouth, it's like there's a milk bottle between me and her mouth that I have to go through, it's just in her mouth and I attempt to feel the sensation but...

...I wake up.

12:36

+ see AR coming down a steep driveway, I have my iphone and my ipad and I think I should lock their screens.

I haven't been writing my dreams lately so I'll just write it today. I woke up on my bed and it was dark. I got up and looked out the window to see a red figure in the distance and ran to my parents room. The person came into the room, pushed me to my bed and started slapping me. It didn't hurt it was just weird. After that I woke up.

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I was a little girl with old friends and was eating pizza. There wasn't a lot of food and it was like we were trying to survive. The scene changed suddenly and I was at a ocean place where I faught with someone in the dream to save the world. I hit the bad guy with a boomerang I think. The scene changed again and I was surrounded by people who were in control of the world. The world was a huge maze where a ball would destroy anything they wanted. I don't recall the rest.

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In my next dream I was with someone in my house during daytime and we had to run away for some reason I don't remember. We appeared in a house with dark figured/ animal people who were having a party. The person with me gave the guards fake tickets and we ran into a room. There we saw a boy and a girl burning a paper together like they were going to make a pact.I was going to stay but made a excuse to leave. I ran and told one of the dark figured/crow looking person sitting on the couch what was going on. He listened but than laughed at me. I got up and saw a group of girls running around trying to cause mischief. I destroyed one and a old man came out of no where and told me to stop cause they were spirits. I was like no their not and used my dream powers to banish the bad one and snow suddenly began to fall. Than I saw a picture story of the girls as anime characters and woke up.

I've had my 8th lucid dream yesterday. I've written it below. My dream journal starts here! I will also post anything from non-lucid dreams to nightmares with my interpretations of them in their respected categories.

The Dream World of Beauty

I "woke up" standing outside my current school. It seemed like there were a graduation party, so I stepped inside. The lights were out, and people were dancing. I walked into a secret room, where some of my friends where. The dreamscape had been rather clear from the start. Out of response, I looked at my right dream hand, as I use as reality check. I was right; 9 fingers instead of 5!

The dreamscape did not become any clearer by this. I kept myself calmed down, and started to walk out. I had suddenly walked out of my house, and stood in daylight outside of it. My first challenge was to teleport to some place I had watched a photo of. I closed my dream eyes, and felt myself wanting to teleport. Instead, I could feel the cold water going up to my knees. I opened my eyes, and stood inside a small lake from the place I had imagined. Instead of being there, the place had been placed right beside my house and the area I live in. Lava was pouring into the water, making realistic red sparks flying everywhere. I am a bit afraid of dark lakes, so without panicking, I pushed myself up on a rock, and jumped down from it. The mountains and the lake had dissapeared.

My next challenge was to change the skies. I asked for a planet to be seen in the daylight skies, but was unable to make something out of it. Instead, I asked for a galaxy. The skies started to swirl a bit, but it was not enough to make a spiral galaxy. I stated in a very rough and demanding voice: "CHANGE FROM DAY TO NIGHT, NOW". The dreamscape slowly faded from day to night, and I once more demanded it to stop right before the sun settled. It was dark. I saw a dream figure, and decided that I wanted to morph it into Jennifer Lawrence from The Hunger Games. I closed my eyes, but when I opened it, she was transformed to a person I had never seen before. I tried two times more, but without luck. Instead, the dream character had become pretty beautiful. I slowly walked over to it (her), and wanted to see how real the dream character felt. I slowly hugged her, and placed a kiss on her cheek. It actually felt pretty real.

As a result, instead of morphing, I wanted to summon. Returning back into my house, I really concentrated hard on summoning Dumbledore. He suddenly popped out of nowhere, and was starting to talk to me in a fine manner. I simply walked up to him, grabbed his wand out of his hands and said: "Give me that!". He seemed pretty sad, and I became a bit dissapointed when I saw the wand was broken. I demanded him to grant me a new one, and he did. I placed the wand on my forehead, and started to pull out a memory from my head. I coud literally feel the pressure on my skull, from where the memory was coming out from. I looked at it, as it shined in my hand.

I returned outside, and went to the last place again where I had tried to morph the dream character. I was starting to feel anxious, as the dream had felt extremely long. It felt like 15 minutes, and I was starting to believe that I might never get out. So I closed my dream eyes, and started to feel my leg return to the real life position. I could feel the sleep paralysis on my body as I transitioned from dream to waking life, and when I completely woke up, I was able to move.

June 30, 2014

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orange text = lucid

Closed for Construction

It was Monday morning, and I was going about my business in the classes; it was almost break time. We were learning more about running records in my Teaching Literacy class. The teacher called for a break, and I scurried on over to a shop in a neighboring building, where I've been getting my mountain dew and coke lately. I opened the door, which was strange, as the door was usually propped open, and instead of the shop, there were three desks; they were strewn all over the place, not lining up with the walls or with each other. It was then that I remembered the sign I'd seen on Friday, saying that the shop would be closed starting Monday for construction (this sign was actually there, and the shop actually was closed today).

There was a construction worker sitting at one of the desks, and at the two other desks were the two women I've seen at the register. The one I've seen most often looked up at me and asked me if she could help me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. The shop was going to be closed starting today, wasn't it...?!" I excused myself and left, embarrassed.



Daleks and Cylons

I was on a college campus that was basically a mixture of my campus, my little brother's campus, and my old high school's grounds (and holy cow, I've dreamed of this place before, too...! I remember now where the library was and even the same courtyard I was now in). I was going to meet my little brother there, because he was going to show me where he spent his days. I saw him, waved him over, and he took me to one of the buildings, though I can't really remember which one it was. We talked about something, but I forgot what.


I woke up the next morning and started to get ready for school. I was in my old bedroom, but it's slightly larger feeling, and the bed I had years and years ago was still in there. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, ate a bowl of cereal, and was in the process of packing up my backpack when I realized I needed to get something from the car. I went out to the garage, and rummaged around in the car (it was my dad's olllllld red Honda, which we got rid of 2 years ago) until I found whatever it was (I can't remember what), and then my mom came out saying we needed to leave NOW NOW or she would be late for work.

"But I'm not ready yet...! All my stuff is inside!"

"Well go get it!"

I didn't think much, and ran inside to get my bag, which I hadn't finished packing yet. I plopped down in the car, and asked mom if we could hold up for a sec, because I didn't have all my stuff. "No time to waste, we need to go now."

"Why can't I just drive the van on my own?"

"Erik needs it because he has to stay late today."

"I honestly don't mind waiting up for him at school...!"

But we had already pulled out of the driveway. I made one of those longing motions for the retreating house behind me and the things I had left there. We had turned onto the street my old high school was on, except that it was much, much longer and in general larger-scale than it is IRL. I suddenly realized one of the things I'd forgotten was my wallet. I checked my pocket, and found that my debit card was in it, but a load of good that would do me at school. "Come on, mom, I don't have my wallet. I need that."

But she didn't say anything, and we came to a road block where Daleks and Cylons [[ Centurions and human models ]] were asking to see my mom's ID (Daleks and Cylons comprised the police force here. I remember feeling a slightly defiant acceptance toward them. The way you'd feel if you were secretly a rebel, but wanted to appear normal to get past the checkpoint)

"Ma'am can we see your ID?" Mom handed it over. The Cylon looked through the car at me, in the passenger's seat. "Does she have one, too?"

"I do, but I left it at home," I said, glaring at my mom.

The Cylon eyed me, then my mom, and then a Dalek that was looking through the passenger window right at me (it was uber creepy).

They waved us on, and as mom pulled back onto our course, I suddenly realize: Cylons and Daleks... those are from two different series...! I looked down at my hands: My left was completely normal, but when I looked at my right hand, there was an extra thumb. I blinked, wondering if it was just my eyes playing a trick on me, because it all seemed way too real to be a dream. But the extra thumb was still there, and I was dreaming!

I still wasn't totally totally convinced, and so I didn't want to do anything that would cause my death or my mom's death just in case, so I tried to reason with her using my real world logic:

"Look, mom, I don't have my ID or my school card. I won't even be able to get into the school!"

But she wasn't budging, and so I though, Fuck this shit, I'm waking up.

And so I woke up. I was back in my bedroom, and a large office printer in the corner was beeping and whirring, alerting me that the Cylons and Daleks were running a search on my name. I sniggered at my cunning in getting out of that dream, and proceeded to rush into the living room, telling my dad and brother, who were just getting up, "You guys wouldn't remember, since it was a dream, but I just woke up from it."

And then my real alarm went off and woke me up. It scared the shit out of me and I jumped at least a foot off my bed.

Double false awakening and Lucid FAIL lol.

So the dream begins rather normally. I am observing a dream character who drives a forklift in some kind of shipping dock near the ocean. He looks something like Marcus. He then spots another dream character who looks like some kind of thug that has breached the area. The thug approaches him.
'Hey, you're not supposed to be here!'
'Who are you to tell me what to do?!'
'Well, I work here. Get out!'
The thug pulls a handgun out of his jacket. He tells Marcus to get out of the forklift and puts his hands in the air. He gets out of the forklift, and puts his hands up. He has a small knife on his vest that is used for opening packages, but now he is looking to throw it to take out the thug. The thug warns him not to try anything funny with the knife.
The scene pauses.
Then, and I'm not joking here. What sounded like Morgan Freeman's voice comes in and explains that he is a fourth dimensional creature. He asks if I am familiar with the fourth dimension.
I have no body, I am just a consciousness. I tell him that I am a third dimensional creature but that I visualize the fourth dimension as a bunch of three dimensional slices stacked over one another in some mystery direction.
The Morgan Freeman consciousness then tells me what he is about to do. There are two scenarios playing out in three dimensions here. In one, the worker will attempt to throw his knife at the thug, and be shot. The knife will then hit the thug between the eyes killing him as well. In the other, he will surrender to the thug, and both of them will live. But he is going to create a bit of a disconnect and cause the knife to exist across the fourth dimension.
Now I witness the third outcome. In this reality the knife is bound to the reality where he throws it, but the reality that it's taking place in is the one where he surrenders. So in this reality, the knife slides out of the sheath on his vest seemingly on it's own; the worker has his hands in the air. The worker looks surprised at how the knife flies foreword and kills the thug on its own. The thug does not suspect this and cannot fire before he is killed. But what he (the worker) fails to realize was that he did that in another dimension.
An interesting story.

I am in a small room. I am no longer a floating consciousness and have full control over my body. It feels like a classroom or detention room in my high school. I have the knife now. I have gotten in trouble for 'bringing' a knife to school and the police have been called. Everyone has fled the area as they believe I am a threat. But I mean no harm to anyone and am unsure of how I acquired the knife.
I have to make myself look as peaceful as possible. I place the knives (there were actually two copies of the knife from the fourth dimension story) in front of me and take on a meditative position. I become lucid several moments later.
A pair of police officers break in. I stand up and calmly tell them that I mean them no harm, and that I must explain the situation. One of the police officers fires a taser at me. I grab the prongs out of the air, and pull the device from his hand on the other end. The officer looks on in shock as the other pulls a handgun from his belt. He fires on me three times. All of the bullets fall off my body and onto the floor. Curious, I hold up my hands and allow the police handcuff me and take me to court.
The dream skips ahead to a court. I have my charges read (possession of a weapon in public school) and that should I be found guilty I get ten years in the slammer. I stand up, break the handcuffs off of my wrists and begin speaking.
"Now if you would all listen with an open mind, you would understand. You are all simply a part of my dream. What is happening here is completely irrelevant..."
I wake up.

So me, Lia, Jack, and robot arm girl (Need a name for her) are vacationing on this tropical island. I remember seeing high, jagged cliffs and huge trees stretching hundreds of feet into the air. It was a magnificent island to be on.
Unfortunately, we wouldn't be staying for long. Jack wants to take everyone out on a boat. We all head down to the dock only to find out that our 'boat' is a dirty torn up old raft with some rusty piece of scrap metal attached to the back that might have been some sort of engine. We all pile in. The thing can barely hold all four of us, and it's leaking.
Jack leads the expedition onward. The 'engine' we have is pushing us along pretty slowly, and occasionally one of us will use a bucket to throw water out of the boat. We get out into open water to find it calm and still. A thick fog rolls in , and there are garbage rafts floating on the surface of the water. We cut the engine and begin drifting slowly. In one of the heaps of garbage there is a fishing pole. Jack asks me to grab it and give it to him. I do.
He casts it into the water.
Robot Girl: Psh, yeah right, like you could catch something...
Jack gets a bite. Then all of the sudden he gets pulled so hard by the fish that he gets pulled out of the boat into the murky water. Jack grabs the boat with one hand and holds the fishing rod with the other and pulls us along. With this setup we were actually going faster than we were with the engine.
I begin to speculate about the size of the fish that must be on the other end of that line.
In fact the 'fish engine' goes on for a couple of minutes, and we keep on picking up speed. We get through the fog and realize we are approaching another island and like 20-30 miles per hour. This is the best part; the fish runs our boat aground on the beach and begins flopping around in the sand. Jack takes his survival knife and kills it.
The island we have landed on has a seafood shop and they will supposedly have a master chef prepare any fish you catch. We all agree to eat... whatever kind of fish he hooked. I couldn't identify it. It was one of those big flat fish. It was almost sort of diamond shaped, and maybe 18 inches across. He cuts it into four pieces and then exclaims that he is too hungry, and can't wait for the fish to cook and eats his portion raw.
Gross.
We go into the seafood restaurant and they begin preparing the three remaining portions of fish. ]I am talking amongst my dream characters and become properly lucid.
I wake up.