lucid

12-19-2013 -- [Two detailed lucids today, surrounded by days of nothing even memorable. Sigh! But these two dreams were really cool!] I am in a supermarket that seems familiar, though I cannot identify the exact chain or location. There is a bit with managers and entering through turnstiles or something that seem vaguely reminiscent of other recent dreams, then soon I am wandering the aisles. Eventually I come across an aisle that has snack cakes, and among the various offerings are the Little Debbie Christmas Cakes that I enjoy. But for some reason the packs have been broken up, and the individual plastic-wrapped two packs are being offered for sale, and a few of them are a new strawberry flavor, rather than my usual preferred chocolate flavored ones. Since I don't know if they are any good, I decide to open one and eat it, to test how I like it, so I can decide if I want to buy a bunch of them or not. I figure I will just take the wrapper to the register with whatever else I decide to purchase, and pay for them all at once. I don't really like the strawberry ones that much, but I still want to get some of the chocolate.

Suddenly I find I have left the store, and I don't know why, but I am kind of worried about it. I never paid for the one I ate, and even if I go back, they are going to be mad at me, and darn it, I don't even know why I left! I find myself in an odd blend of California and Omaha that I have dreamed of before. I am on a freeway that is a cross between the 22 in California and I-680 in Omaha. I am trying to figure out exactly where I am and where the store was and get back to it, and I seem to be driving Joe L's Lexus SUV. I am just starting to turn a corner while muttering about pizza, and a nearby cop hears me and calls me over. I am worried about a ticket or something, but no, he just points to an NYPD (New York Pizza Deli) and says it is his favorite. Soon after, some rough looking guys in a beat up van (who look like they could be real trouble) are flagging me down ... to make their own recommendation! Nuts, all of them!

Soon I am back on the freeway, heading north, but the car has disappeared, and I am now flying along. Soon I am flying through a building, and some woman is attacking me, saying something about how because I am flying, I killed her husband. I think my dead mom is trying to argue with her about it. Meanwhile, I am just trying to get away from the crazy woman when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I glance back to find a ghostly angel flying above me. I think it is Louie Anderson [and it took me perhaps 45 minutes to find him on the internet to identify him ... though it turns out he is not dead in real life, like I thought], who apologizes for her, saying she doesn't really mean it, she is just upset about his death. Though I had nothing to do with Louie's death, somehow I help his wife to easily pass on to join him, and the two of them fly off to heaven.

Meanwhile, they have carried me far higher into the air than I usually manage to fly on my own, and I find myself up around maybe thirty stories in the air, and am flying back toward the ground. I am worried about hitting the power lines and such, which are everywhere, and almost forming a net waiting for me, but the positive aspects of the dream hold, and I easily sail through them without getting caught up, until I am back at a level I am comfortable with, 20 to 30 feet in the air. I am now getting fairly close to where I think the store is, but I find myself flying through the middle of a generic shopping mall (not one of the specific ones I often dream of). I am now flying south through this mall, heading for an exit, but there are a couple of sisters (at least I assume they are sisters, as they look quite similar.) They are large women, bulky, but not seriously fat. They remind me of a cross between one of my relatives and a balloon artist named Patricia Bunnell. They are kind of chasing me and trying to catch me for my daring to be different and unique, and having the ability to fly.

I speed up and try to fly to the exit, but they sense what I am doing. "He's trying to escape," they scream, and rush to the doors ahead of me, blocking them off so I can't get through. So I turn around and start to fly in the opposite direction, figuring I will lose them, and find another set of doors to exit out of. Problem is, others start to chase me, more out of interest than the anger the two women were showing. One guy and his wife are close, and he manages to grab my leg even though I am right up by the ceiling, because he is 9 or 10 feet tall, with long arms. Darn it! I keep trying to slip his grasp and fly away, and as they hold on to me, they both figure out how to fly, and are soon able to fly on their own. "How is this possible?" she asks. "It's a dream," I reply. "We're all dreaming?" I don't want to be rude and tell her she is probably only a figment of my imagination, so I hedge and say "I only know that I am dreaming." "Well, how did you get so smart about dreams?" And I start to explain to her how I started making lists of my dreams back in high school, and by now have thousands of dreams written down to learn from. I also hint at the fact that since I know I am dreaming, I might find somebody to have some fun with.

By this point, right as I am considering landing and trying to lose myself in the crowd, we exit through some doors on the west side of the mall, and the couple let go of me, and decide to fly off on their own to their own adventure. I'm pleased to find I am finally free, and am about to soar off and resume trying to find the grocery store, when suddenly somebody else latches on to me. I find it is a tall, attractive, rather Nordic blonde with a thick Nordic accent. "How?" she demands of me, as we drift through the air. I start explaining about knowing you are dreaming as I wrap my arms around her. I tell her she is warm and safe and protected. I won't let anything happen to her. I steal a line from Douglas Adams and explain that flying is really quite simple ... you just have to throw yourself at the ground, and miss. But I stress it's the bit about missing that is important, because otherwise it can be kind of painful. I wrap my arms further around her as she chuckles, very close to feeling her up as I continue this wonderful new technique of seduction by teaching flying.

12-19-2013 -- [Sleeping poorly, kept waking up, but I think eventually I was only dreaming I was waking up. Weird stuff. Lucid. Sex, rape, and violence ahead.] I am driving along in Joe's SUV when somehow the power steering goes out, but it is really strange and kind of intermittent. I think I am trying to do some sort of mystery shop or something, though I am not really sure. Anyway the steering is almost impossible at one slow speed, and then works fine at another speed just slightly slower or slightly faster, and I am trying to get the perfect speed so that I can actually manage to drive the car. I think there is a tiny bit about talking to my sister (maybe), or perhaps not. The first bits are rather choppy, as again, I think I am drifting in and out of sleep. Maybe.

I find myself at a hotel, and I seem to be kind of changing out beer barrel-like bottles of soda syrup for the fountain drinks, and as part of a mystery shop am somehow taking one of the large barrels and trying to load it into the bike with a basket that the car has turned in to. I manage to get it into the basket, and am trying to get the bike lined up so that I can try to drive out of here, when a couple of crazy (but kind of attractive) Oriental women come driving up in their car. I am somehow several yards away from my bike, all of a sudden, walking toward it, when they start to back up right into where the bike is sitting. I'm calling out "No!" and they are winking and smirking at me, making sure that I know that they know exactly what they are doing. They crush and mangle the bike between their car and the wall, and I am suddenly furious. Thing is, I know I am dreaming, but I am furious that they are intentionally messing with me.

Spoiler for sex and rape:

I stalk toward them, explaining that this is a dream, and it is my dream, and I can really make them pay for messing with me, and I decide "You screwed me by wrecking my bike, so I am going to screw both of you ... literally." They are now frightened and start backing away from me. I want to make it as bad as possible, so I drop my pants, grab my penis, and start stretching it and pumping it and working it until it gets longer and longer, thicker and thicker. Soon it is massive. Meanwhile, the two Oriental women are getting smaller and smaller, until they only stand 3 1/2 or 4 feet tall. I grab the first one, roughly strip off her clothes, then shove myself into her. I shove further and further, until with a bit of a pop, the barest tip of my penis forces its way out her mouth from the inside. I finally pull out of her and grab the other one, and start to do the same thing, but I find myself thinking I stopped just the smallest bit too soon, and should have pushed just a little bit farther, until the entire head pushed out, rather than just the top two or three millimeters of the crown.

I am just about done anyway, when this rough looking character seems to want to come to their aid. I can tell that he is a thief, so I decide to get a little more revenge by letting him know that the two women (who are staying in the hotel) have something very valuable in their suite. So he leaves them and starts upstairs, to break into the suite. Meanwhile I just fly up the side of the building, sneak in the window, and grab whatever the valuable is, not only stealing it, but framing the thief in the process. Mess with me in my dream, will you? I'm casually making my way out the window when the thief triggers an alarm or something, and he comes rushing to the window. He throws himself out, using some kind of harness or parachute to slow his descent, and as he leaps, he spots me and realizes he has been set up.

I have no harness, parachute or gadgets, but I don't need any ... its my dream! I fly down several stories, and fly into a parking garage, mostly under control, just slightly wild, and almost knock over a couple walking through the garage. I am not 100% sure, but they look like they are probably Rose and Mickey from Doctor Who. Meanwhile, police cars are screaming into the area to check on the alarm, and Rose and Mickey realize they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. They duck behind a car as a police car drives by, swinging it's search light into the parking garage. (At this point I notice that the front of the police car is slightly crumpled, like it has been in an accident, though this fact has no affect on the dream.) I turn myself invisible before the cop can see me, but Mickey is getting more and more nervous, and suddenly makes a break for it, making himself look horribly guilty, and attracting the attention of all the police.

He is quickly caught, and he has no reason to try and protect me, so he explains about the guy who flew out of the hotel and into the parking garage, and then turned invisible. The cop is kind of skeptical, but glancing around the area, as I try to shift away from him, it seems he can catch glimpses of my movement out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly calls out to all the other police that he caught a glimpse of one of "them", someone with some sort of power who turned themselves invisible. Suddenly I am backing up from a bunch of cops reaching out and grabbing for my invisible figure in a scene very reminiscent of Harry Potter backing away from Filch and Snape in the first movie. Suddenly there are six or seven cops, male and female, plain-clothes and in uniform, all chasing me. They can't see me, except a brief flicker in the corner of the eye, but that's enough to keep them crowding ever closer. A couple of them are blindfolded, to enhance their other senses, and one of them seems to be a strange whip-creature, flailing long, thin tentacles at me, trying to score a touch which I somehow know might poison me, and things are getting tighter and tighter.

I make a break for it, and try to fly out of the structure, but somehow they have been getting ready for me, and there are strong, but thin, nearly invisible wires strung everywhere that I trigger and have to punch my way through to get out of the parking garage, and when I do, that drops a strong, heavy net on me. By this time, I have had enough. I turn visible as I tear apart the net, and am soon surrounded by the cops. I start to warn them off. "This is a dream. It is my dream. I am all-powerful in it." I point to one guy. "Your pants are going to fall!" Suddenly his pants are around his ankles. I point at another. "You're about to trip." He flops over backward onto his butt. "Sorry for this!" I point at another one and transform him into some sort of furry animal, perhaps a weasel. I can clearly remember another lucid dream I once had, where it was starting to turn into a nightmare (can be read here) and explain to the cops that I could conjure up a full-blown nuke and blow the entire dreamscape to kingdom come. "Do you really want to mess with me?!?" Most of the cops start backing off, but one big black cop (when I wrote the dream down, I knew specifically who he looked like, but didn't write it down, and now it is gone) is stupidly brave or an absolute idiot, and grabs me, so I tell him he is going to fall down and his stomach is going to explode. The others are seriously backing off now, but not quick enough to avoid being lightly coated with bits of blood and skin as his belly explodes over everyone.

I start to fly off, but everybody who has been in the area is now convinced I am a god, and I am surrounded by people calling out for me to do things for them. Some are nothing more than greedy, selfish users who just want wealth and valuables, but many others are desperate, homeless, or horribly sick or injured. The ones who are truly in need, I feel for, but I am not god, I am just dreaming. I am only limited by what I can conceive of, but the mass of people calling out for help are large enough that it is more than I can conceive of. I land in a convertible next to a slim, attractive blonde woman, and I pull aside her top and start playing with her nipples, but neither of us are really into it. I just can't stop thinking about all these hurting people.

Meanwhile, I spot another thin woman who is not so attractive, and is very hillbilly-ish. She seems to be a cross between the wife of the farmer who gets turned into the 'Edgar suit' in the first Men in Black movie and Cletus's wife on the Simpsons, and she is calling out for help for her husband, who cannot leave their car. I glance over at him, and he has a cheap mechanical heart made from a gallon milk jug, sitting in an almost non-existent torso, and is obviously in bad shape. This is at least somewhat beyond me, but I lay hands on him and start to pray for him, hoping I have enough faith to do some good. Thankfully new skin starts to grow around his torso, and I seem to have managed to bring forth some serious healing for him. One of their kids is a teenage daughter who no longer believes in anything at all, and I am trying to figure out some way to help her, but that one is going to take some thinking. They have a slightly younger son who is a little pudgy, and reminds me a bit of Pugsley from the Addams Family, who is working on some sort of school assignment, and is trying to make either a sword or a musical instrument (which it is changes moment to moment) from a bit of scrap, and I move over to him to start doing something.

The mom is trying to stop me, not wanting me to do it for him, as she wants him to get whatever grade he earns, and learn from the experiment. Instead she calls out for me to just make him some candy or something. But she doesn't realize what I am doing. I am not making whatever it is for him, I am just changing the scrap he is working with into a very fine and valuable piece of lumber so that if he does fine enough work with it, the finished product may be worth a lot of money. Leaving him to do the work, but greatly increasing the potential value of that work. As soon as I finish that, I wave my hand and the candy the mother asked for rains down on both children.

Part of a castle has been blocked off to the public for a photoshoot I'm working on. There's a woman hanging around just outside the blocked off area, watching us; she's very pretty, with long red hair under a hat. It starts raining a little and we take a break, and I go over to smoke by the entrance. That woman comes over to me and we start talking. After a while, she tells me she's the daughter of someone I know, someone I watched die in hospital just yesterday. Thing is, in the present, that daughter is just a young child; I have a mental image of seeing her, as a child, in the hospital. There's something to do with timelines or the dead going on. I don't believe her. She tells me she's wanted to see me, and implies that in her own time, I'm dead. Some other people from the photoshoot come over then and distract me for a moment, and then the woman is no longer there.

I can't get a couple light switches to work, and realize this is a dream. (Noteworthy: that's a common dream sign for me, but up until now, it only happened if I went to sleep so early that it was still dark IRL, usually around 5 AM. This time I went to sleep at a normal hour, after sunrise.) I have a false awakening: I'm in my IRL bed, but am fairly sure I'm still dreaming. I wonder what to do with this - I look up at the ceiling and consider removing it and going flying. However, I'm distracted by the sound of a crash, and I see my computer (an old desktop model which I don't actually own IRL) has fallen over and broken. I forget about dreaming and get irrationally stressed about having to replace the computer. (I suspect there may have been an actual noise IRL that affected the dream.)

Based on F/SN, a bunch of photos showing the future of various timelines. I focus on one showing Saber in a park by a lake, with skyscrapers in the background, and it becomes the setting of the dream; someone who I at first mistake for Archer is teasing her, and he winds up falling in the lake. He's wearing some sort of uniform that I associate with the Mage's Association, and which I think of as being 'Saber's colors' (it's blue and gold), marking them as partners; then I realize he's an older Shirou, not a version of Archer.

I'm approaching a dance in the woods together with someone I know, and I recognize the song playing - Bottom of the River, Delta Rae. We walk over to three woman sitting around a fire, to speak with them. I think of the Fates and the Graces.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm Shirou, and Tohsaka's just walked away from those three women from the previous scene, and before I follow her, one of those women says to me, "Nothing like that to make your magic full of fear." I'm thinking that I have just enough awareness of Archer's memories to know there's something I don't want to remember; remembering it would cause me to repeat the same choices he made, and that's not what this timeline's for.

I'm reading an article about genius, stating that long-term caffeine use has disruptive effects on the brain.

I'm trying to buy something but I've upset the woman working the counter somehow and she's refusing to ring me up, or any of the other customers for that matter. She goes so far as to call the police. I literally offer her the shirt off my back - a basketball jersey, something that's worth something to her. We strike up a conversation, and she winds up being friendly.

Dream 1:Small Fry
I wake up and, everything is normal or so it seems I'm walking down my hallway. I notice everything is big. I'm like "Wow isn't that neat." I get to the kitchen what seems like a Half-Hour Later. And, I realize I'm lucid dreaming. I facepalm. -Dream Ends at that Point-
Dream 2:Time Travel
I wake up when I was a Baby. I freak out like anyone would. So, I realize its a Lucid Dream. I Imajine Chuckie and Tommy from Rugrats are here. And, we play. -Can't Remember anything else....-

Dream 1:
I was back in that same classroom as my previous dreams, I had entered a class late in the semester. I had no idea what was going on and I was late to class, so everybody was taking a test on something that I was supposed to know about. I actually did know a lot of the answers for some reason (it was related to biochemistry and physical chemistry). I only had completed 5/10 pages by the time everybody started to finish their tests. Woke up.

fragment 1:
I don't remember the beginning of this dream, I just remember that I was on a beach and my old best friend was there. I became lucid and started talking to him. He wanted me to show him some dream powers, so I turned him into a dolphin. He started swimming in the ocean and he loved it, he was laughing like a maniac, and with such glee. I went off to start an RPG and I expected him to keep up. Was kind of a lame RPG, honestly. I was supposed to find these bottles with secret letters in them along the beach and bring them to some NPCs to continue the plot. I did that and my old dolphin-buddy eventually caught up to me. While the NPCs were acting out some dramatic scene, I noticed my buddy was having more fun, so I thought I would turn myself into a dolphin as well. I started to transform, got the tail and the flippers, but then a mega-dolphin with a huge horn on its head came out of the ocean and scared the shit out of me. Both of us turned full human and ran to the shore. I don't remember part of it here, but we eventually got into this giant building with no roof. There was a low-cloud sky right above us. My friend took off flying into the clouds, I followed him. I noticed a giant hand of Zeus reaching down through the clouds. Reminded me of that Michelangelo painting on the sistine chapel ceiling, so I went over to touch it and suddenly lightning started coming out of the fingertips. Changed my mind pretty quickly. The clouds started to turn stormy, mass amounts of funnel clouds started forming. I knew that I didn't want tornadoes everywhere, that didn't sound like too much fun. So I turned the entire sky into an enormous ceiling, and each funnel cloud turned into a chandelier.

I went to the 2nd floor of this building and there were a lot of my old, dead relatives hanging out up there with my old best friend. I started hanging out with them too, talking about stuff. Eventually my grandma that died about 20 years ago told me to come over, she looked at all the cuts and scrapes on my hands and wrists and told me that these were signs of the devil. Okay grandma . Then the dream ended, I tried to DEILD, I managed to do it but I don't remember what I did. Had a false awakening, wrote down the dream. Woke up for real, was disappointed that I had to write it all down again.

Dream 2:
I was back in that school again. The class had ended and I left out the front door. I lit up a smoke and some professor came up behind me acting all uppity and asked me for my name (smoking is banned on campus). I told him, "Hey man, I don't go to school here". He pointed to my backpack and I just walked away. He threatened to expel me and I just ignored him as he followed me. He was hanging out by all the cars, waiting for me to get in so he could take down my license plate # down no doubt, so I walked right by it. I wandered around the town for awhile until I decided it was time to go check if he was still there. I flirted with a couple girls on the way back. When I got there he was still waiting by the cars, of course. He saw me and started following me, I pulled out my phone to record him. He followed me off campus and then cut me and ran away, what a weirdo. I started walking back to my car and this gay guy started being all mean and discriminatory towards me, so I gave him a big hug filled with love and we walked down the street as buddies. I forgot about the car entirely and went into some restaurant. I sat down at a table and everybody was being racist towards me, I don't know why! I'm a white male, so I am part of the population that is almost never confronted by discrimination. It made me kind of sad to think about how many people experienced that kind of treatment on a daily basis. Then I woke up.

Morning of December 23, 2013. Monday.



I have decided to place this dream into the “I have no brain” category, along with a much older one I have already written on where I used a digital sampling keyboard to play a special affirmation - and when it worked and I went into an extremely vivid, lucid dream, I spent the entire dream trying to find the source of the real-life sound to turn it off so that I could continue with my dream… It takes a very “special” level of futility regarding such experiences. However, I do now use certain types of audio with self-spoken special affirmations (when I choose to - I still prefer trying to hold mental states without any aid or “tools” of any kind to get ever stronger in that department - tens of thousands of times more powerful than what appears to be mostly a nonsensical placebo effect with so-called i-dosing and binaural beats, which is basically fraud for the amazingly gullible) that produce extremely precise visual and physical patterns within hypnagogic states (what people fail to understand is that it is about specific word phrasing - not a particular sound, frequency, or “beat”, which is rather absurd as the brain does not work that way - if it did, most of humanity would be controlled by random birdsong and other sounds) - something which mostly no other person (relative to commercial products), that I know of, knows anything about (other than my wife and a few select friends from my past) - which can only be a good thing.

One of my last dreams (“Agates and holograms”) had an additional layer of composite precognition (in addition to my wife actually having looked at new holograms at the mall without my knowledge), as most do at one level or another - and is so common, it often goes unnoticed or “unremarkable” and thus not written about even in summary (although I am trying to break that lifelong habit) - as precognition and highly detailed prophetic consciousness has been a continuous day to day driving force in my life since just prior to birth. In this case, the additional precognitive element of that dream involved my brother actually posting a series of photographs on Facebook, on my own timeline (as in my dream), for the first time ever, even though we have both been on Facebook for years. One of the images was me at around age five playing with a husky (supposed wolf-hybrid, apparently) - and another, a bit older, sitting at a table with a large open stamp album. When the real-life event unfolded much as in my dream, the link did not even come to mind until later - which should be a hint as to how common and “normal” precognition is for me. It is much like breathing or food digestion in my opinion.

Anyway, on to this dream. I appear to be at a computer in some sort of chat room (which I have hardly ever been on in real life in my lifetime), but the overall look is similar to a group-type page as on Facebook and the messages from the sender (account-holder) appear as stylized windows with various fancy writing in as opposed to just straight lines of text - although the one responding (in this case, me) sees their own messages appear as mostly just lines of text. I appear to be engaged in conversation with a younger female tulpa (I do not actually see her at any point even on the screen) regarding potential healing sessions, musical ideas, gags about “normal” humans, mental development, and so on.

In a short time, I notice that a large thinner section of skin has separated from the back of my hand; fully, evenly, and perfectly. The back of my hand has a large and perfectly circular wound that looks much like watermelon (without the seeds). However, it does not hurt much. The tulpa tells me that if I hold the skin that came off over the wound that my hand will go back to normal in a short time. This does not seem to work, though. I have a thin white square piece of cloth by which the circular section of skin sticks to the cloth and will not stay attached to where it was separated from. I am not quite sure how she knows about my problem and do not remember actually typing such a message, and what comes next is rather futile. (In real life, only after waking, not prior to sleep, I did notice how a very small circular wound on the left side on my right pinkie was causing that small area to be a bit sore).

A seemingly second message (after the coherent one regarding what to do about the wound - which may have come about as a result of weeding) appears onscreen that is mostly made up of “baby words” - that is - the kinds of nonsensical phrases that an adult says to a baby to “entertain” them or get their attention. I make out some of the pattern, which appears in a highly stylized window with a floral theme, as something like “coo coo fizzle fitz coo coo gooey fitz oh my goo goo foo foo fitz fizzle” or very similar. I am not quite sure what to make of this. I try to type a response, but all that comes out is random letters, apparently because my hand is wounded.

I send about half the messages I type, but give up on half because there are too many random letters interspersed with the intended words. Most sentences, I attempt to type correctly several times over. After about ten minutes of not being able to focus enough to get any words correct, I receive the message, “Are you still there? I am waiting. "I simply cannot type because of my "injured” hand, it seems.

So, using the ever futile “dream logic”, I try to type “I cannot type because the sore on my hand prevents me from typing”. That makes no sense, does it? I end up giving up because I cannot even get the first few words to come out correctly.

I then spend the next ten minutes or so trying to type “I cannot type”…(oh brother)…assuming the “conversation” will still continue in a coherent or productive, possibly enriching manner. There are a few other messages onscreen that relate to wondering if I am still there or needing anything. The tulpa seems extraordinarily patient (long after most people would have went on to do something else), but then, they have to be, to serve the dreamer unconditionally.

Finally, I decide that attempting to type and send “my hand” (hoping that somehow that message will be fully understood) might be doable. I type something close to “mjyjo hkajndjp” and send it, growing weary of the events after a seeming half-hour, at least.

As a result, the tulpa finally starts solely typing equally indiscernible gibberish and sends a small banner-like horizontally-scrolling, somewhat sketchy cartoon of the old-style Kewpie dolls having some sort of co-operative can-can dance across the screen amidst randomly falling flower and snowflake patterns.

The failure, overall, seems more related to my distorted in-dream hand-eye coordination rather than having a hurt hand. However, it is also as if certain keys change their letter values at times as soon as I type them.

I'm in granma's kitchen. I realize it's dream. Go out and start flying. Just flying over trees and among a clothesline. I enjoy it. When I land, I do my stabilization technique with concrete, I lick it also. The dream is pure. Somebody tells me that there is a dragon above our house. I fly there but can't see none. I land on garden. I see my mum. I talk to her. I jump on the street and I try to find someone. I wake up.

12/22** DILDx2 1210 220 410 6 740
Mirror dild, awareness dild

220 F: wife&I see lovebirds in a store leaning into each other, we look at each other...I say I bet he's touching //

Spoiler for explicit:

her breasts. She says I bet she's touching his (dong). I say yeah and I bet its huge and he's gonna slap her face with it.

410 D: really cool ride at amusement park (any ride designers credit me!) Hybrid train ride on tracks for all ages. Some cars or seats move independently as it goes along. One kind rotates horizontally, some up and down like a Carousel as it takes you through a long stretch of the park. Wife and son are directed to seats on the near side and back of the train and I am directed to the far side of the train. Do you want me to go around the front of the train or under here (small clearance under train and tracks)? I hurry around the front of the train and it starts to take off without me so I jump on the train its a set of 4 seats in a circle and there are three older guys sitting in the other three seats. I sit down in the fourth seat and look back towards the back of the train and see my wife and son and they're waving for me to come on over. I hop off the train as it starts to move slowly and as I try to make my way over to them the train movement
becomes confusing and I can't make it over to where they are and I lose track of them. There is some kind of like water slide path that goes along the train track and I foot surf down the path having a great time. I wonder if I'm not supposed to be doing this and along the way I see a worker look over at me and I wonder if I'm busted but he keeps walking on. I find them at the end of the path. That was so much fun waking up from even though it didn't seem like I was lucid. If I was it was very low level. Definitely not counting it.

~6am F&Dild F: helping Sj M with something related to my business near the Capitol in a town south of where he currently resides.

DILD: amusement park again I take train as before one quick stop to where the bathroom is but this is more a traditional train but I got on the wrong train and it took me to completely different stop people that got off there were catching a connecting train so ask the conductor of that train where I should go and they said you can catch the same line you were on back to where you started and then catch the correct train. I walked away from there and I saw a girl in one of those corndog Hut like outfits brightly striped and ask her where the nearest bathroom is and she said over there behind such and such some feature at the amusement park and I see a animal faux fur hat/partial mask like for kids (pikachu etc) but a little realistic I think fox. I put it on and start skipping through the park acting silly and I think this may make me look gay to some people and sure enough my subconscious spawned a gay bashing closeted gay that steps into my path and
wants to fight I guess. I say hey dude chill (or something like that) I'm just acting silly and then I go ahead and skip on around him. I see the bathroom and go inside and wash my my hands first and look up at the mirror...Holy Shit I'm dreaming and I'm a black guy. I have high wide set cheekbones, wide nose, medium dark skin, shoulder length dark brown to black trimmed dreadlocks. I take my time to really soak in the face/look. I start making faces to see if like before there would be sync issues. Sure enough there was a delay..I would close one eye and moments later "he" would. It was fascinating! I then went outside no longer concerned with going to the bathroom. I see two boys walking and say look what I can do and I take off flying up ahead a little. Unimpressed I say how about this and I shoot up straight into the air at super speed and then shoot back quickly but slowing down at the last minute landing gently on my feet. Enough of that...I go
flying around the amusement park exploring and start fading back to bed. I woke up thinking the mirror thing was cool but now 12 hours later transcribing from my paper DJ I am a little "weirded out." I have read about one or two people seeing a different person in the mirror...but what the heck is that about?

~740 DILD#2 having trouble sleeping after a bit of a late WBTB. I just remembered about how I saw myself in HI's in the last night or two and note it down. Also noted how weird it was to look in the mirror during the WBTB right after that LD. I don't feel like trying to WILD. I think about how i didn't get to any goals or contest items and remember i need to do step 2 telekinesis which i chose because I don't remember trying it before. I eventually fall asleep. I am in this giant Conference Center like what I was in recently with escalators and all and I am noticing lots of beautiful women going by and then I notice but I'm floating around the place just above the floor and realize that I'm dreaming. I'm having a lot of fun just checking out all the beautiful women while fly floating about and I start to get a little mischievous and beside the try out the telekinesis. Using telekinesis, I am pulling down the womens clothes with a simple motion of my
hand through the air including one that looks a little like Girl Friday. Then something on happens it is like the scene is playing in front of me on two separate huge movie screens and I'm watching this group of 3 women putting another woman up like a pyramid for cheer and the same thing is happening over to the left as well but the one on the right is closer to me and I watch curious if they are able to perform the maneuver. They are also out of sync - the two screens. Could this be a residue from recalling the earlier lucid dream where the mirror image was out of sync? . The woman on top tumbles down and her hair gets stuck in the escalator and I have no interest in watching anymore of that. I look away or possibly close my eyes and find myself back in bed. (too tired to look for typos, gotta go to bed soon)

I’m standing outside like a house or a school or a church. I’m talking to someone maybe a kid or something and then I walk over to the building ahead of me and I see my sister there but she’s very young like 14 maybe. I say hi and I realize that I’m dreaming. I start stabilizing by looking at my hands but it’s not working very well as my hands are kind of unstable so I decide I need to touch stuff. I walk back to the building where I was standing and start touching the wall, really feeling it. It’s made out of little bricks or tiles and I feel the grooves and then I decide I will kneel down and feel the grass or flowers that are growing from the ground right at the wall. As I’m doing this some little kid comes from behind me and starts grabbing my shirt. I tell him to get off me and what the hell is he doing. He keeps at it and actually I decide that it’s ok because it just adds to my stabilization because I can feel my shirt better. After a moment or two he just disappears. I’m fully lucid now and as I look up I’m amazed at how crystal clear everything is (note: I forgot to say verbal commands to stabilize and also forgot to say that I’m anchored in lucidity and anchored to this dream and I’m all powerful and I can do anything). Anyway, as I look up I see this amazing green lawn of grass ahead of me and it also looks like a bed in a bedroom at the same time, even though it’s a large lawn...strange and hard to describe really but that’s what it looks like. So even though I’m outside I’m also inside and I go on to explore this house where I now find myself...possibly my dreamscape changed somewhat while I was stabilizing. I walk through a few rooms and I don’t recall now exactly how that went but the last room that I went into I see a woman doing something and she looks like my wife and I get closer and in fact it is my wife. I momentarily have a thought of having sex with her and I feel my lucidity drop a bit, so I decide to just go ahead with exploring the dream. I go outside and take off flying over this lawn of grass. I keep going higher without wanting to and I see down on the lawn a black cow with I think white spots. I consider this cow to be an excellent target to practice my magic spells and I want to land but I can’t. I then try to just stop flying so that I can fall down and land on the grass and that doesn’t work either. I then try to throw a fireball as I’m flying over the cow but that doesn’t work either (note: I should have stopped to stabilize at this point as I was loosing my lucidity). Now the cow grows wings and takes off flying like a cow demon. It flies to this roof of a building where I can see something protruding that looks like spider legs (giant spider at that)...but I can’t really see to tell for sure. So the cow lands there and I fly after it trying to throw another fireball and it’s not working again. I try to make a tight fist and imagine heat inside to make the fireball..doesn’t work. I then try to shoot lightning out of my fingertips at it and that doesn’t work either. The demon cow now notices me and takes off flying after me. It flies much much faster than I so it catches up to me in like 2 seconds and we are fighting in the air. I imagine that if I rip off it’s nose it will die and I grab onto the nose and try to tear it off. After a few seconds I can feel it giving way but I also find myself in a limbo where I no longer see anything and I transition into the next dream, which turns out to be a false awakening but I don't realize it and continue non-lucid.

The dream was a MILD and I had taken Galantamind 4mg, Alpha GPC 300mg and Melatonin 0.75mg 2 hours before the dream. The dream lasted a little less than 2 min.

Before going to take a nap I saw this movie called True Grit (the 2010 version). It is a western movie, good one. The first thing I can recall from the dream is that I had something like a branch in my hands and I threw it to a group of persons. They were "the bad guys" and everything looked pretty much like a western movie, in fact I think some of them were wearing hats. So I throw this branch and hit one of them, climbed a little hill and knock out another one of them, then I see 3 more "bad guys" hiding in what looks like the roof of a building near me. I go there hiding from this 3 guys, I kick one of them and throw him down, then I see a shadow of someone pointing at me with a revolver, I quickly see the other bad guy pointing at me and jump from this "building". I jump and dove into a river. I already knew that I was dreaming, but i did some kind of a RC, i could breath under water (didn't pinch my nose). I start following the river and ended up in something that looked like a sunken ship, all made of rusty metal. It was really vivid, very realistic. I felt a lot my touch and other senses

First Dreams - Very Weird:

Dream 1:
I was hanging out at some carnival, it was a very gloomy day. It also had enormous lecture halls beneath the ground in several buildings. After wandering around for awhile and eating some gross carnival food, I went down into one of these lecture halls and sat next to a couple friends from high school. President of the United States (PotUS) came to give a speech about something, except he wasn't Barack Obama, he was some young punk that looked like a young Barack Obama (Maybe 16 years old) and he was extremely cocky. He got up in front of this mostly empty lecture hall that could probably fit about 600-700 people. This guy pulled out a gun and my mom came out of nowhere and jumped in front of the bullet. She got shot and lay there bleeding while the young PotUS just watched with an emotionless look on his face. I wondered, why the hell would she do that? He must really mean a lot to her. Dream fades to black.

Dream 2:
I was back at the carnival, it was raining this time. I wandered around again until I eventually found my way down to the lecture hall. I sat in a different place this time, farther in back. Exact same thing happened otherwise.

Dream 3:
Back at the carnival, this time there were a couple of cops as well. They gave me a hard time and ignored me when I tried to tell them that someone was going to try and shoot the president. I eventually went down to one of the lecture halls, as though I had no choice in the matter. This time, the PotUS was coming out of the lecture hall right when I got to it, some guy came out of nowhere and tried to shoot him. My mother jumped in front of the bullet again. Same stuff.

Dream 4:
After fading to black this time, I became lucid in the darkness. I guess this would be a true DEILD. I tried to create a different scene because I was tired of watching my mother get shot over and over again. Didn't work, I was back at the rainy carnival, this time one of the cops was holding me down and....spanking me? It was a horrible, helpless feeling. I told him that he was a nice guy and that he didn't want to hurt me. Didn't work, so I told him the same thing again while I transformed him into another person that looked like a stereotypical hippie. He let me go and I teleported to another world. I was at a beautiful house on the second floor. I started in a tiny bed that might be appropriate for a little 6 year old. Being that I am 6'3, it was a little too small for me. I was feeling tired all of a sudden and I wanted to take a nap, so I looked around, expecting to see some giant beds to lay in. Two, giant super king-sized beds appeared behind me with small rays of light shining down on them from some skylights. This room reminded me of what my parents' bedroom looked like in the early morning when I was a small child (a recurring place of safety for me in dreams). I moved curtains over the skylights so that I could take a nice nap without light. I then realized that if I took a nap in a dream, I would probably either wake up or go to a different place. I didn't want that so I decided to look around instead. The house was quite an interesting design, I thought. The entire building was in the shape of a '+'. Outside of the room I was in there was a balcony that led to the other wings of the home. I looked over the edge and saw an indoor river, surrounded by plants that led to the front door. Outside of the house, there was a zen garden and an old-school, large, wooden gate that led to a busy street (there were no cars, just people walking). I went down into the garden and noticed the edges of the dream starting to blur. I stabilized. These bugs started attacking me. First it was mosquitoes, then spiders started jumping at me. I didn't like that so I ran away. My heart was pumping super fast and I woke up.

Dream 5:
I was at my parents house and there was a giant snake that was slithering around like a lil' creep. The cats tried to kill it but it escaped into hiding. Soon there were baby snakes everywhere. One bit me, ouch, nothing bad happened so I assumed they weren't poisonous. I decided that it was time to catch that sneaky little snake. My sister and I picked up some giant butterfly nets. This snake was extra tricky though, it would take the shape of one of the cats and then there would be three cats and we would have to figure out which one was just the shape-shifting snake. After going through this process of the snake taking cat form, us discovering it, then it running away a couple of times, my sister eventually caught it with a net. During this process a couple random, nameless DC's got brutally torn apart by the snake. It didn't seem like a big deal in the dream but now it seems kind of messed up. I put my net over hers and we welded it shut with torches coming out of our fingers. I woke up.

fragment:
I was only semi-lucid during this dream, so I won't count it as lucid. I remember that there was some dream guy that was talking to me. He told me that he could tell me a grand secret of lucid dreaming if I went to this magical pool of water. I went there and my body turned into water. I blended with the water and became the water. Then I woke up. Super short dream.

Super long fragment:
I was hanging out at some strange building with my brother and one of my uncles. We all decided to smoke some weed outside, then they went down into a double secret basement that was three floors beneath the surface. I didn't want to go down there so i stayed at ground level. Eventually some weird stuff started happening and the dream turned into a kind of ghost murdering RPG. The house turned into a ranch out in the middle of a post-nuclear testing site in a desert somewhere. There was also a giant group of people with guns and swords now. We hacked and slashed our way through ghosts and possessed people that turned on us. After awhile, I had probably killed these ghosts a hundred times and I got tired of it and most of the group was dead so I ran towards the home and went down into the double secret basement where my uncle and brother were hanging out. My uncle had been possessed and my brother had to kill him. My brother and I got overrun by dozens of ghost-demons and he got pulled behind while I barely escaped. I went up to the top floor of the building and this strange light zoomed by at super speed and drove away all of the ghosts that attacked me. My mom and dad were hanging out up there, reading books as though nothing were wrong. I asked them what that light was, they told me it was their little dog. They said she was possessed by the guardians of the property. I asked them if the guardians protected my brother too, they said that the guardians refused and that he must have done something pretty naughty because they wanted nothing to do with him. I woke up.

I flew in ordinary dream, then remembered, that in dreams it also possible, count
fingers - 7.
I flew through the window, and landed in the street. I put my hands in the wall to earn points and hardly remembered about ice sculpture task. I was on a cross in my town
and there was enough space for snowstorm. I began moving my fingers on the right hand slowly and all became grey and there were snowflakes and decorated snowflakes like in previous LD . In some moment i understood that i need more power. Then i began moving my left hand and left fingers. When i understood that snowstorm was strong enough, i turned around to find what sculpture to make, and found a rose bush. It was without flowers, but with leaves. I wished it and finished the snow storm. I felt fingerpain in both hands. When it became clear, i saw a ROSE BUSH MADE FROM ICE!!!!! It was about 2 meters and it was so .... Every leaf, every branch was so attractive and beautiful, that i came to it, broke off one leaf and took it in my mouth. It was cold, and melt slowly. I decided that the task was finished and awoke.

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00:00 Saturday 2013-12-21 comp #16 night #9 LD #13
01:30 bedtime
02:16 real bedtime

04:10

F1) a bunch of people becoming lucid, in a competition

05:34

F2) ice cream shop in the mall it's our shop, we expanded it, I see the early construction of just the foundation and the subfloor. Everyone's congratulating us, they like it better than the smaller one. There's a spot at the end which is ours. Sister and BIL came by the shop.

F3) moving through a huge 3d building/space there are peole everywhere. There is a love story, there is only one person for you and you're trying to find them sometimes there are hard situations where more than one person wants the other. Moving through these huge structures, getting to the top (flying?), I'm trying to get higher and higher to get to the top to see something about the roof. I"m not able to get up there.

07:36 "The dog that wouldn't die"

1) On deck at parent's house, I see my dog wrapped up in newspaper, he's very warm there in the sun, he's normal sized, but he's not responding to me, I unwrap him, I think he's dead, I take out the small battery from him and I see he's dead, now he's a tiny dog in which fits in the palms of my hands. I show him to my wife, I'm devastated. I run into the house to the laundry room to find some batteries to bring him back to life. I'm running in "where's the battery!? Where's the battery?!" My son shouts after me "that's stupid, don't even try it, what are you doing?" I get a battery and put it in. For a moment I see him alive, then I don't see him any more, and I think "where did he go?"

I'm entering a mad scientist laboratory, a big industrial medical facility, I'm talking to the mad scientist. I see a living dismembered dog head on the table strapped down. The face is facing away from me the head is lying on its side, I see the severed neck meat with the bone in the middle. There's an experiment that's being done stimulating different parts of the brain of the dog which are actually located a bit down on its back. Then the head is upright on the table facing me, the pelt extends down beyond the head. They run experiments and the head yelps and yowls and apparently dies at the end. It's very disturbing. Something is written on a sign in red next to the head, it reads "Hi (my name)", an assistant says that was painted with yak butt blood. I'm outraged by this whole thing. I just want to take my dog which is in a bag by the table who has been brought back to life by the scientist. I take my dog and run away with some other kids.

2) sliding down a hill with some other people with some animals, my dog zips by on his own down the hill. We're going somewhere, maybe to the beach. We come to a house, there are kids and adults. There's a hedgehog walking slowly across the lawn away from us. We look at him. The hedgehog then see see is climbing up on the beams of the overhang of the roof. Someone says "don't shock him! He was starting to come out!" I look at him for a little while and decide he's not coming out.

I go inside the house and see a bag of chips (round flavored corn chips) I eat a few chips and realize this bag may have been meant for something else and shouldn't have eaten them. There's a party in this house, there's a lot of food open around the place, there's taco mix, dips, there's a table in a living room they're packing up this food to take it somewhere, there's a bag on a table, I lift it and hear glass clinking together, I think there may be wine insdie, I look inside and see two wine bottles, they're opened, I'm thinking "how are these not spiling, they're on their sides?" I look inside there is an amazing invention: a special stopper that goes down inside the bottle that allows you to store an opened bottle of wine on its side. There's a funny big upright handle that attaches to the edge of the table (like a beer tap) that holds the opened and stoppered bottle of wine upside down. The idea is you must pick up this wine with one hand upside down, and you pass the bottle to your other hand, and it won't spill because of the stopper (explanation goes on for a while about the hand passing).

3) I'm with people in daylight in California, wow look at the blue sky, it's warm, There are kids and parents, they want to slide down the hill, across a busy street, I say "STOP!" "Don't do this, you have to set up someone to watch for traffic. When a car is coming you have to signal stop, and when the way is clear you signal go, I hold up my hands to show the signal for stop and the signal for go. The kids are mimicing these signals to show that they understand. I'm amazed at this blue sky, I'd never get that sky where I currently live.

F4) I see the DG (wife of JT) with funny looking eyelids. I think about how peole change, I saw her in a party room.

08:12 BTB

10:52 Christmas mother lightwaber battle crow girl (LD)

F5) I'm a detective.

4) Christmas celebration. I'm home finally to see family for Christmas. Not my family though, I don't recognize the faces. A very large, sumptuous rich home with huge rooms, in the room where the Christmas tree will be. Earlier I selected a tree, and set it up, I thought it was a great tree, I brought it into a room to set it up and decorate. The tree starts falling apart, and I realize it had been constructed from smaller from little bits of branches all tied together. I could see little potted plant pine trees as part of it, it fell apart. I saw a green flag tied to the top of the tree, I thought it was a signal that it was a bad tree, I'm pissed about this tree.

I'm in a room with other men, trying to set up a long series of table/benches in order to be the work surface for preparing Christmas/decorating. The men are some agreeing with me some disagreeing, I'm setting up the tables so that one interlocks with the other to form a very long single table.

In a huge sumptuous house arguing with people I don't know about how to set things up for Christmas, we're disagreeing, there are two cavernous adjoining rooms, we're in the living room and the dining room is just beyond us, a huge open aired area. I'm upset, this is not how I wanted it to be, I wanted it to be the way when I was a boy. They're saying "we can set up this room then that room." I say, "NO, that room's the dining room, we're not going to set up the tree in there.

Then the whole thing turns into a giant mall with canned Christmas music and stores, highly commercial, my Jr high school best friend is in a shop preparing something, I'm so upset because this isn't how I want Christmas to be, I'm on the verge of tears. Then my mother (young) is on my left walking with me, I'm trying to hide from her that I'm crying, I don't want her to know that I'm upset, I think "I just wanted Christmas to be like when I was a boy!" I don't want to say this to her. Mother says to me "I think I know why you're upset," she's being very motherly, trying to explain that everythingis OK. We walk for a while end up outside.

5) fruit salad. In my parent's house living room. Wife is fixing somebody a fruit salad. I say "it's OK, I'll maek the fruit salad." I go to the kitchen start cutting fruit, I realize I don't know how much to make so I go back to the living room to ask who wanted it, "OK who's going to have the fruit salad?" there were two middle-aged women sitting in chairs to the right, one say "Oh no no I won't," the other woman says "Yes I'll have it," and someone else had left. So I went back to fix it.

Back in the living room, lying down on the couch, I look behind me and see a glance of my father naked, "ew" I think I didn't need to see that, then I thought "wow my body's a lot like his." There are guys in the room and they're fighting, I'm imaging it's a light saber battle with toy lightsabers with collapsing tubes. They're real but they're not. I'm imagining a lot of ways I'm winning this battle, lots of maneuvers like in the Star Wars movies, cutting off both hands of the opponent in a single swipe, I think if you cut their hands off it's such an easy way to win. Then I think "just cut right through them! How can you stop a light saber?!" Just cut their heads and bodies, I imagine doing this. They don't fall down or die. At one point I move to the entry way and extend my light saber about 15 feet to bonk one of the other guys.

6) crow girl LD #13

I'm in an unknown house in a hallway I see a room at the end, in the middle of the hallway just beyond me there's an open door leading up to the attic, it's like a closet stairway the walls are lined with books it's extremely cramped. I know that crow girl lives up there. I think she may be my wife. I have a feeling this is a scary nightmare. I call for her and expect her to come down, she starts coming down the stairs, she's young and beautiful with black hair but with a scary nightmare movie dead zombie exression on her face. I expect her to turn into a crow at any minute and it'll be scary. All of a sudden she's a small doll like a little straw man doll in a burlap sack with a drawn-on face, I'm holding this doll out in front of my face with my two hands. I start running the other way down the corridor all the while with my eyes fixed directly on this doll. I move into a room at the end of the hall still looking at this doll. I expect the doll will transform any second and it will be scary. I think "well that will only happen because I expect it to happen." I'm looking at this doll and realize I'm dreaming and I'm partially lucid. I'm still holding the doll and still scared a bit, say "I'm dreaming" again and all fear is gone, I'm lucid, and the doll is forgotten. I turn around in the room facing the door to the hallway. I'm ready for goals now. I begin my practiced group summons, and say "OK, line 'em...." I stop myself, wait, here I am jumping into girl stuff again, my partner's name is Pickman, I'll summon him and get some team points going, what was my partner's name again? Oh yeah, Pickman. And the next thing: I say again: "OK, ladies, line 'em..." (again I don't get to the word "up"), I'm instantly awake in bed, and finish the sentence, "oh, shit."

A slight variatoin on sleep-friendly fusion SSILD this time, I did it a few quick alternations like I mentioned last time: quick SSILD cycle, then relax, quck SSILD cycle, then relax, but then I moved to doing them together: I did the longer SSILD cycles, but with a relaxing mindset, so that I have the attention focused on the senses, but a softer attention, and try to move deeper into relaxation while doing the cycles at the same time. I do a few long cycles this way. Either I dropped the SSILD and went to sleep or I fell asleep while doin this combo technique, which would be great it's just what I was trying for!

Didn't stabilize! Argh! I remembered my teammate's name, but didn't remember to stabilize. I was also not calm, I felt very rushed.

I can't recall the entire dream, but the dream entailed me going to progressively higher cliffs around the world and jumping off of them, because I had some insane power to fall from any height and survive. But I began to get the acing feeling that cliffs were a dream sign... so I must be dreaming right?
When I thought of that, I was at the last cliff. This cliff was made of a tan-colored rock and overlooked a tropical rainforest, with a handful of winding rivers going though it. I jumped off the cliff and started falling. But it was a really floaty sort of falling, I was probably only falling about 20 miles an hour.
I actually became lucid while when I was about 2/3 of the way down the cliff. When I became lucid, Some form of dream control became activated, with or without my consent, converting the rainforest into this park area. All of the trees in that area went away, and a grid of concrete pathways spread out in all directions. They left cells, about a hundred feet on edge filled in with grass.
I was able to make trees grow in the cells with dream control. I thought It would be cool to fill the cells with palm trees, but when I tried to do so, trees of every variety, including palm trees filled the cells.
I couldn't really care that my control over trees was as accurate as I wanted. I finally hit the ground and walked along some of the paths. Eventually, I got to the edge of the pathways where they met with what remained of the rainforest.
I noticed there were a couple of houses, one of them I recognized as S's house. His mom and dad came outside. (If I wasn't already lucid, this would have been a dead giveaway that I was dreaming, because S's parents are divorced.)
And for whatever reason, I told them I wanted to play hide and seek with them. I told them that I would hide and they would try to find me. They covered their eyes and started counting.
I ran around to the back of their house where I planned to either fly up high somewhere they could never look or turn invisible. I realized I have no idea how to turn myself invisible. So I used my focus flying technique to fly up onto the roof of their garage, where a large tree that isn't there in RL had grown branches over the roof, and this gave me enough cover to hide from them.
I just hovered there for a minute between the roof of the garage and the tree, as the dream characters tried to find me. They walked around the house at-least twice. Eventually I flew down and revealed to them that this was in fact my dream, and that I had used my flying powers to hide from them. (I'm not entirely sure why I wanted to play hide and seek with dream characters at the time, but looking back, it was pretty funny.)
S's "mom" was very impressed and excited to be a part of this dream, but S's "dad" was very angry that I had "cheated" by being lucid. (Ugg crap here we go again!)
His face and body began to distort in a freakish way. His head grew huge and his body became very small and fat. His skin was as red as a cherry and he was yelling obscenities at me. Let me just say that seeing something like that "realistically" is actually quite scary.
"Stop!" I yelled. "This is my dream, and I am in full control!"
But it didn't work and I woke up.

Okay, so every night I try to have a wild, but I fail. But tonight,I didn't try to have one, and I did! So my dream was, I was Jake, and Finn was at the other side of a large plain. I realized I was lucid, so instead of running, I tried to stretch. It was not as easy as the show makes it seem. The most I could make was a few feet, but when I got there, Finn and I explored the woods and found an intricate dam system made of dirt. While the man who lived there was yammering on about how it worked, I poked holes in the dam where the guy slept. After that, my dream changed, and I lost lucidity.