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Semi-Lucid

This was something I wasn't originally going to post because of the sort of "content" that was in it.
However it has an example of something that kind of bothers me in dreams.
That is Semi-Lucidity.
You see, sometimes I have dreams where my desires and will are so strong that they manifest themselves as dream control, either active or passive.
However, though I may have powerful dream control, and though I know there are no consequences to my actions,
in the end, I have no idea that I'm dreaming.
This happens to me a lot more then full fledged lucidity does, actually knowing that I'm dreaming and knowing what that means, in a sense.
However here's my predicament.
When I'm semi-lucid, I have much more dream control than I do when I'm actually lucid.
This leads to a lot of frustration in my lucid dreams.
The reason for this, I think, is that because I don't know that I'm dreaming in semi-lucid dreams, I think everything around me is actually happening,
which means my expectations are really strong.
I don't think that I'm having a lucid dream, I think that I have miraculously developed super powers in the waking world.
Where as when I'm lucid, things are a bit different.
I think it's because that I'm so aware that diminishes my abilities.
Or maybe it's because of the laws of the specific dream realm, or maybe it's because I don't expect to succeed enough, or maybe, hell I don't know.
Well enough rambling, on to the actual dream.

February 3rd 2013

I'm in the living room of my grandma's apartment.
I'm with someone else though.
I'm not entirely sure how she got there, or who she is, but frankly I don't even care.
Details and questions aren't buzzing around in my head, I'm being completely driven by will.
Without even thinking about it, I use my telekinesis to grab onto her.
I kind of feel like a puppeteer, using by powers to manipulate her movements.
Though I'm doing this all with physical force, not through any means of actual mind control.
I try and make her perform certain actions, testing just how powerful I am.
I can tell I'm not exerting that much of my strength, I don't want to injure her or anything.
Though through me flow malicious intent.
I feel like a super villain, making the damsel in distress dance against her will.
(It's kind of scary in hindsight, in this dream I really was evil)
Finally my amusement of the situation begins to fade and I grow bored.
Suddenly a thought crosses my mind.

"Wait, why is this woman here? Am I holding her against her will?"

I take a look into her eyes.
They're fearful, and they resent me.

"Hmm, how did things get to this?" I wonder.

Now I feel disgusted with myself. Have I really fallen to stoop this low.
I let go of the woman and forget about her, she then disappears.
I decide to go play some video games to get my mind off the situation.

I completed a few milestones today, as well as having some vivid dreams. I was kind of dissapointed at first but I just kept going back to sleep. I've realized after tonight the less tired you are when you go to sleep the better chance you have of having a lucid dream.

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I went to sleep around 2 AM, I had a horrible dinner which might have had something to do with it. I didn't even really have a dinner except eat a bunch of seven-layer-dip and a chicken wing right before bed.

Sleep: 2:30
Wake: 6:30
Sleep: 6:40

1. [COLOR="#4B0082"] I was in some sort of gymnasium where Obama was giving a speech. It was like a basketball court and then there was a smaller court right next to it so from a birds eye view it looked like a square next to a rectangle.
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[COLOR="#4B0082"] On all sides of the room there were bleachers and they were all full and Obama was on the far end of the square in the room giving a speech. I was next to my cousin Russell and some lady with a baby next to him. After Obama stopped speaking they put on a movie for everyone to watch. Inbetween the speech and the movie the woman with the baby started walking on top of this tall row with her baby and there was like at least an 8 foot drop. The movie we were watching had someone's kid being taken away by child services and I started yelling yea we got someone with the same baby problems over here and I pointed to the woman walking with her baby on the high beam thing. I kept yelling jokes about it and she kept trying to hide her baby, but still kept walking on the beam. Pretty soon her baby was taken away and I was the only one who was clapping as it was happening. Sounds cruel but would you rather have a dead baby? Sometimes I feel like the only person in the room who knows the true consequences of things.
After that the movie kept playing and the next thing I know is somehow I met a guy and a girl on the way back to the cars and my dad was about to leave but he wanted to get "that movie with the rock in it" lol. So for some reason I remember all this is happening at our River house for some reason (my dad owns a river house we have 3 hours away from our normal house) Except in the "dream river house" it's a lot sunnier and theres a lot more bushes and trees and such. And I try to go in the house through this futuristic white truck thats owned by the guards, no real trouble for going in it but it looks suspicious. I realize I can't get through the truck so I go around to the place where the speech was taking place. Two of the guards pass by me (they are soldiers from some african country) and start talking about checking up on the display case, which apparently was in the back of the truck. I walk back to the auditorium building and in the dream it was blank but somehow I'm supposed to know it was a beach on that side, but now that I look back it was just white on that side lol. There were bushes and two wooden beams over a gap where it dropped to a beach down below that you had to walk over. Once I got back to the building the entrance room looked like it belonged to a church, and I met the Jogger guy and the girl I had met before. They asked me what I was up to and I guess I didn't remember what I said before because I said I was going to go watch Lord of the Rings. The guy asked me if I was going to where it was filmed or either asked me where it was filmed, dont remember. But I was saying no it's not around here it's all the way in New Zealand. The dream ended a few seconds after I was imagining on a map my location on the earth, and then like on google earth there was a blue line zigzagging and zooming all the way to New Zealand.
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After this I stayed perfectly still when I woke up, Which is a landmark success lol. However the DEILD did not work as intended.

This was around the time I woke up at 6:30, and I was feeling like SH*T. Because if you read at the beginning what I had for dinner. I had a bit of a stomach ache, drank some water which only made me feel worse. I went outside my room and did some general cleaning for 10 minutes then went back to sleep.

woke up at around 9:30 and nothing happened.. decided I had nothing better to do, even though I was fully awake I concentrated on going back to sleep.

2. [COLOR="#4B0082"]In this dream something happened that made me go on a road trip, can not remember no matter how hard I try. I was driving in my car on the road and the GPS turned onto some back country road, I had to slow down a lot to drive around all the giant rocks on the road, and I realized I didn't have the lights on so I turned on the lights, the lights inside the car worked but the headlights weren't working. Either way I saw the rocks in the moonlight/starlight anyways and at one point it felt like a childs toy car and I just grabbed the sides and picked it up over the rock. Then I thought about how crazy this was and I was like "wait a minute"[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DAA520"]I performed my first ever RC (:banana:yay!!:banana:) and my hands went through each other and I realized I was dreaming. I looked around and everything, even though it wasn't daytime, was still in vivid detail and it felt so real. It felt so much like real life it was that hard to tell the difference. I looked to the side and there was a bigger street and a jeep wrangler drove by and its headlights were shining through the snow into a thick forest/jungle straight ahead of me. I tried to fly but I couldn't get off the ground. Then I realized my dream was fading and I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together but it was too late and I woke up.[/COLOR]

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First off, I should explain a couple of things about Dink Smallwood - it's a free-to-download computer game created by a guy named Seth - who put himself in as the main villain at the last level. He's kind of known for his evil sense of humor.

The dream starts, as far as I can remember, in the game. Everything looks like the game - not at all realistic, and I'm viewing myself from above - but it feels real to me. As I enter the final dungeon, the floor starts falling out. I tell myself that it's normal for the game, but now that I wake up, I know it wasn't.

Somehow the dream shifts without me knowing it. I'm in a walled area instead of a dungeon, and I'm seeing though my eyes instead of above. Everything is realistic now, too. I just couldn't tell the difference.

To my right, a door opens and a few people walk through. I think they were both girls, but I can't be sure. They weren't really part of the dream.

We're in a house that is fairly good sized, considering it's in a densely packed neighborhood in a city somewhere. The people explain that I was in a virtual reality program - like a holodeck from Star Trek, if you're familiar - that was being controlled by Seth, the creator of the game.

I met Seth (at this point, I was pretty fangirlish. Part of my dream, because I'm not actually that big a fan of Dink Smallwood, so meeting Seth wouldn't be that big a deal) and watched him with another game he was working on.

I honestly don't remember what else passed before the rest of the dream, but my sister popped up, and one of the girls was revealed to be a friend of hers that I know in real life. Seth left the room where he was working and came out, doing something with this giant keyboard-thing he carried everywhere. It pretty much controlled everything in the house.

Then there was a slightly boring period that I don't remember well. My dreams do that a lot - slip away in pieces.

The next thing I remember is being attacked by a whole bunch of, like, Arab raiders or something, complete with curved swords and facial covers. Everyone in the house was busy fighting. That was when I realized I was dreaming, and started to control it.

Oh man, it was so fun. I never have lucid dreams. Sometimes I realize when I'm dreaming, but I can never remember to try controlling it. I stopped the swords before they could do anything and immobilized the attackers.

Then, of course, I lost the thought that it was all a dream. It was fun while it lasted.

We (we being my sister and me) left the house - returned once because we had forgotten something - and suddenly I was back in the game, in a level I had never seen before. My father was there too, watching. He was the only realistic looking thing in the game.

Then I woke up.

I got up, changed into my clothes, went to have breakfast.

Then I woke up.

I hate "dreams within dreams" but at least the lucid part was fun, if brief.

This was a short but pleasant lucid after drinking a 3-bag brew of peppermint tea during my WBTB. I woke up for the WBTB on the late side (4:45 or so), so I didn't stay awake for very long. Probably because of this, my waking life memories were a little tough to access.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #64: The Menthol Arcade

I'm in a dark arcade playing Street Fighter II with my friend SC. We're talking smack and he says, "I bet you can't win a sumo wrestling match." I say something really brilliant like, "Bring it!" and the game starts.

I'm on the righthand side and both of us are playing as E. Honda. I look down at the game's controls and I'm disappointed to see that it has no joystick and each side has only 3 buttons instead of the usual 6. The weirdness of this sticks in my mind and after thinking it over, I realize that I'm dreaming.

The game starts and neither of us moves at first. I jam on the buttons a bit and my player starts E. Honda's signature "Hundred Hand Slap". I will him to start drifting to the left and he slides along for a few seconds.



Before I can land a shot, the screen goes black. I look over to my left and SC has vanished. I'm completely alone and all of the machines are off now. I turn away and start to explore the rest of the arcade.

The arcade's divided into two sides, and the side that I'm on is arranged around an enormous air hockey table that's at least 4-5 times larger than a normal one. I wonder what someone would do if the puck got stuck in the middle of that huge thing. On the opposite side of the room I see an emergency exit. I think about exploring the other side of the arcade but it occurs to me that I probably have goals I want to work on, and outside seems like a better bet.

I keep verbally reminding myself that this is a dream until I reach the exit. I push on the crash bar, the door swings open, and I'm staring out into a milky gray void. I'm nervous about walking out there but I feel like there's no going back now.

There's a bit of a drop as I step into the void, but my feet land on something solid a couple of feet down. I feel like I'm wearing my work shoes. The scene goes totally dark, but I'm ready to DEILD. I start swinging my arm around, imagining that I have a gladius. Nothing happens for a few seconds, but I still feel relaxed. I start swinging harder, throwing in a few man-grunts for emphasis.

Some sort of wind sweeps up from below and picks me up off of my feet. The wind starts to swirl and soon turns into a cyclone. I can feel myself spinning and spinning, and I think that this is great -- LaBerge suggests spinning as a way to change scenes. I'm confident it will work, and sure enough I see a colorful, spinning scene start to emerge.

The wind dies down, the spinning slows, and I'm gently set down on a vast, jeweled mosaic that stretches in every direction as far as I can see. There's a slightly reddish glow on the horizon and what looks like a set of distant mountains. I'm awestruck by what I see, but it's just a few seconds before the dream ends.

And it was lucid, not that long or interesting, but still lucid.

I was at school, talking to a friend, and I realised that it was saturday, and school wasn't on. reality checked, became lucid, couldn't think of anything to do, got bored and woke up. The end

#129 There Is No Wall WILD

I am deep into HI/HH. For some reason I remember how CanisLucidus likes to sleep on his stomach. "I hear him say have you ever tried it on your stomach?" My dream self rolls over halfway on my stomach. I can feel the blanket over my face and I begin to feel strange whirling spinning sensations. I was amazed how much better a WILD attempt this was. I focus on the sensations for a few seconds. (I didn't notice until later that I felt zero vibrations like I usually do. I am actually glad that this didn't throw me. Never give too much attention to the noise. Passively monitor it.)

Then I feel my wife in bed poking my ribs and telling me to wake up. I try to ignore her. But she keeps doing it. I say to her, "Stop it pleeeease! I am trying to have a lucid dream and you are waking me up."

I never open my eyes but I roll over to my back. She is still moving the bed around and saying to wake up. I realize this probably not really happening. I tell myself over and over that she is not real. I decide that I just need to get out of here. I can still feel a slight grip from the sleep paralysis making me move slow and awkward. But I manage to stand up without too much trouble.

It's dark in the room but I manage to see my hands clearly. I open the bedroom door and find myself in a long hallway. The dream is still blurry and insubstantial but I realize this is not my house. Something reminds me of my ex in-law's house. I begin to believe that's were I am. The dream comes together now and that exactly where I am. I make it to the living room and pause for a second. I think, "If this is their house then which wife is in the bed? Past or present?" I decide that I really don't want to know or want to be here so I continue out the front door.

It is really dark outside. I think the only way out of here is to just fly away. I see the sun coming up the west. I find that slightly funny as I start to fly up. Then, I get lost in the void and feel the dream breaking up. I decide to just go back to the ground and stay inside. For some reason the dream wants me here.

I go back inside and visually stabilize myself. I wonder around the living feeling slightly triumphant. I think, "Haha bitches I'm in your house and your not even here!" I explore the house some and realize there is very little clutter or furniture. Every thing looks spacious and organized. I see a small white wooden door with no knob in a random spot on the wall. I use expectation to make it open to some place else. Nope. It's a small closet with a water heater.

I walk around the wall into the kitchen and then back into the living room. I see a clear spot on the wall separating the living room and kitchen. I think maybe I can draw a doorway with my fingers to get out of here. I make a motion with both fingers at the top but realize my hands phased into it. HA phasing! I think about reaching past the wall into the space beyond. My hands pass through fine so I thrust myself into it. My arms get softly stuck at the elbows. I pull back and stare at the wall. I say, "There is no wall. There is no wall." I really focus on believing it. I think about the space beyond the wall again as I jump forward. I feel a slight sensation like a cool mist of water pass over me. I feel grounded on the other side but all I can see is the color of the wall. I think about the other side and what it should look like. The dream stabilizes.

I look around the kitchen/dining room and see the back door. I really want out of this house! I have TOTY on my mind and want to move on. I can see the door is open but the screen is closed. I can see outside and it is total darkness. I feel really confident from phasing and decide to take a risk. Without thinking things through I rush forward flying head first into the door and throwing it off its hinges into the darkness. I say,"This leads to another planet!" (why?)

I am now engulfed in the void. I feel spinning sensations. I relax myself like in any other DEILD and try to focus on seeing something. I think about the Colosseum a bit while I wait. After a while I wake up.

Last night I dreamed, god knows how many dreams. But the one that's stuck in my head is the one where I got shot by a girl. I never knew the pain of a bullet going in through your body could be so painful. Its a piercing pain. All the way through, until it can't move inn any longer. And it just stays stuck in that place.....and here is how it all began.


I was in a room, a very tiny room. There were two doors. But only one way out, and I was staring at it. On my right side of the room, against the wall, there was a concrete bench stuck to it. I was sitting on the floor close by it. And no matter how much I wanted to get out and leave, I couldn't. I was stuck to that floor. Then that's when it all happened. Two men came in with big guns. And they were arguing. At first I didn't know what about because from my view it looked like they didn't know I was there. But then it became clear that they were arguing about me. They wanted to kill me. One man was pointing his gun at me. I still couldn't move. And I don't even know if I did wanted to move. But as a shot was fired. I thought that was it, I'm dead. But I wasn't, because when I opened my eyes there was a man lying dead right in front of me. Then I heard shots being fired. I realized I was able to move. I was trying to hide, to take cover. But there was nowhere to go. Under that concrete bench there was enough room for me to hide and take cover. But no matter how hard I tried to get under there, I couldn't. I realized it got real quiet, and when I looked up there was this tall, overweight, dark skinned woman approaching me, I just sat there, scared to death looking up at this lady. Without thinking twice, she rose the hand that was holding the gun and shot me, just like that. She just stood there, watching me go down and bleed to death. And as she stood there, I knew why she had shot me. I had just witnessed her murder two men. As I laid there faking my death I took the risk to open my eyes and see if she was gone and she was, but so was I. But I hadn't moved. And I didn't, it was still the same room. The difference this time was that my aunt was in the room. She was sleeping on what looked like the concrete bench. As my vision got clearer I realized that it was the concrete bench. She had just put blankets on it to make it cushiony. I woke her up and told her what had happened. I stood up and showed her where I had been shot at. Her eyes went wide at the sight of my bloody white blouse. As she was calling 911 from the corner of my eye I saw movement by the entrance door. I slightly turned, still hiding my wound, but enough to see who was at the door. And when I saw who it was it shocked me more than the fact that I had a bullet penetrating my insides, killing me slowly. I saw Johnny and Aimee standing in my doorway looking at me like if they were lost. Well, at least Johnny was. Aimee was just staring with a blank expression. When I told them that I had been shot, I collapsed to the floor. It took them both a second to process what I had just told them and the fact that I had just collapsed and went unconscious. Both Aimee and Johnny started running towards me but Johnny was faster. He was already kneeling by my side. He had my head on his lap, and his left hand on my wound. He was begging, crying out to me not to dye, not to leave, and that I had to be strong. Aimee was already there kneeling next to him holding my hand. She was also crying. She told me through her tears that she was sorry for everything and not to go. She kept asking if I was going to die, but no one would answer. Johnny kept putting pressure on my wound and crying out encouraging words to me, Aimee kept panicking, and my aunt was now talking to a lady dressed in all black. She was sent there because of a misunderstanding. I believe she was there because she thought someone had died. My aunt had yelled at her that some one got SHOT not died. The lady dressed in all black simply said Oh well then I'll drive her to the hospital. Her car only had two seats the back was just a flat platform...idk who laid me there but when I opened my eyes again I saw Johnny and Aimee kneeling by me. You'd think Id be in so much pain but I wasn't. I had pain but it was really faraway. I felt it, but the pain seemed to be vanishing. The pain was subsiding because I was dying. As I took my last dying breath I snapped back to my body. I woke up. And I was thank full that it was only just a dream. But as I was fading back to sleep, for the first time, a dream unwanted was continuing. I was laying in my grama's living room floor. And next to me was Aimee sitting on my grama's couch, watching me. My cousin was there to but in my grama's kitchen, like always. I asked what had happened, that what was going on. That's when she told me that I had gotten shot and that they all thought I had died. But I had arrived to the hospital just in time. I had surgery, the bullet was taken out, and I got stitches. I lifted my shirt up and looked at what once was taking my life and saw that it was replaced with stitches. I asked her if she was sure if they took out the bullet because I was still in so much pain. She said yes, that my mom was there when they took it out, but that I was supposed to be in pain for a few weeks and that the doctor prescribed me pain killers. I had to take a pill as soon as I woke up and did. When I woke up I was still very confused I didn't know why Aimee had stuck by me, and I kept wondering where Johnny was, and I wasn't going to ask Aimee where he went or what happened to him, and I was not about to put on the BFF ACT just to find out and I did not trust her to begin with. I just wanted to get out of the house, I wanted to go for a walk.. But this pain was excruciating and it wasn't letting me think. But something happened. The scenery changed, because next thing I knew, I was outside, walking. I had headphones on and my cellphone. I was still so confused I didn't know how I ended up walking in a park. As confused I was, I enjoyed my walk, it made me peaceful and the fact that I had bumped into Johnny made me happy. I went to ask him what had happened to him. I wanted to know why he left. But he didn't answer me, he just gave me a cold stare. You know how they say that you can do or be anything in a dream? Well its true, because even though Johnny's words didn't come out of his mouth I heard his thoughts. He didn't have the guts to tell me straight up in my face. He wanted me to leave. He didn't know why the hell I even had to show up, why I was even complaining to him, because I was fucken alive right? It hurt me to hear him say that. Well hear what he actually thought of me. And to top it off I was already in enough pain. I saw the expression in his face change when I winced and held my stitched up lower abdomen. His eyes asked if I was okay, but he, himself, wouldn't dare and actually ask. But I still did tell him that I was still in healing process and the doctor had me on pain meds. He looked confused. I guess the meds would get me high. Too high. So I understood where he was getting at. He knew I hated anything that had to do with drugs. But I was in pain and I would take anything at this moment that would take the pain away. And as I was thinking that, one of his friends came and snatched my phone and iPod away, I tried chasing him and getting my things back but I was in too much pain. I begged Johnny to tell him something. I was already crying up to that point. I was in too much pain and I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to go back home and take my pill and this guy is laughing in my face running around with my things and to top it off Johnny told me straight up that, that was none of his dame business and to deal with it myself. The guy finally gave me my iPod back but before he can hand me back my phone he broke it in half. It hurt me so much that I started crying even more. I just looked at Johnny disappointed and walked away. When I arrived to my grama's her window was broken and she needed help putting the new one back on, and for some reason, all this seemed wrong I don't know why. But it did. Next thing I knew a girl that I never even spoke to just walked up to her house and put on the new window like nothing. I was amazed she could do that.....


You know how in real life people tell u who's not good for you and to stay away? Well you should listen. Because even your dreams tell you who's not good enough for you. You can be dying or be dead and they won't care. The person who stuck by you through everything is a keeper.


Too bad it was only a dream. Because in real life, she back stabbed me

100Mg-5htp prebed
Bedtime 10pm
Wbtb 2:30a-3:00a
400Mg L-theanine
2 capsules Calea Z
1 tablespoon Calea Z in tea form. The taste was not so bad compared to wormwood!

I felt tired and mellow. I relaxed easily and attempt WILD. I took awhile to clear my mind. I tried the counting but it kept me too alert. I then focused more on a version of SSILD. Pretty much the same just more free flowing and less structured. I lose consciousness pretty quick.


I am in Walmart. For some reason I take 3 large Styrofoam cups from a soda machine near Subway. A cashier says something snarky and the door greeter reprimands her for it. The cashier says, "Oh I just like to give her husband a hard time." The woman is older with gray hair and I assume its someone that works with my wife. I don't know what to say so I just smile politely and walk on by. I am heading to the back of the store when do my usual awareness stuff and notice that I feel really odd. I think, That Calea Z. is kicking and now I'm stoned." I stop walking now and begin hovering down the walkway. I pause to get my bearings and taking in the dream scene.

For some reason I am instantly kicked back into vibrations. I don't feel myself in bed but I know I am about to have a OBE. I am not excited but really content because its been awhile. I feel my face turn into a huge smile.

Then I hear a phantom alarm clock. I don't know if its real or not and worry that its time to get up. I reall want to look at the clock but I know I'll lose the dream if I do. I briefly debate with myself but all the worry cuts off the vibrations and I am fully awake.

The time was 3:23am. I had just got back to bed from a WBTB ending at 3am. I practiced WILD for a good bit before losing consciousness this literally was the first dream.

I took a good while to go back to sleep and I didnt think to WILD again or even SSILD. I remember no more dreams after this. Perhaps Calea Z. has a really short half life. Or maybe I need a higher dose. It definitely doesn't compare to Galantamine.

I have a weird sleep scheduled due to opposite work schedules with me and my Fiance. I go to bed at 2ish, wake up at 6:30 and drive her to work. Get home at 7:15-7:20 and go to sleep around 7:40. I then sleep till 12.

Anyway, this morning, which which was Friday the 1st. I was struggling to fall asleep that morning, By 9 in the morning I had been laying in bed for an hour and a half trying to sleep, with no luck. So figuring why not, I started trying to lucid dream. Focusing on what I thought was my second most known area, My work, I imagined it fully, every detail I could think of.

Suddenly I was standing in the middle of My work, Every color as bright as could be. My eyes got wide and I said "Holy ******* **** Im ******* dreaming" All of a sudden the whole dream began to ripple as if a huge stone was thrown in to a small pond. I could feel a pulling as if I was waking. So i looked at my hands, and the ripples slowed to a halt. I began to look back up and start to walk around, but I woke up

Opening my eyes I was like "**** I had it" Excited I had finally Entered a Lucid dream and it ended so quickly. So i Attempted again, picturing my work to full detail once again. I laid in bed and suddenly my whole body tingled and I felt myself go numb.

I opened my left eye slowly, to peak in to my bedroom thinking I heard something, and I was standing in my work again. Just like that. Getting excited once again I got ripped out instantly.

Shaking my head in agitation, I went at it again. This time just thinking about dreaming, and being conscious.

I was standing in a stone room, sort of like the Flintstones houses. The tables and bookshelves were inside indents in the walls, built in sort of. I walked around the room slowly, Noticing a single post it note on the wall, I looked at it and it was just a pencil doodle. I looked away and looked back and it was a different doodle. I then woke up

I tried once again but then failed at having a lucid dream, and slept the rest of the time. Remembering the next dream but it was quite boring.

This was a nice, very vivid LD where I was reunited with a long-gone childhood pet. It was more difficult than usual to connect to my tasks and goals. In fact, I could remember very little from waking life. I'm wondering whether this is because it was galantamine night, which required me to use an extremely short WBTB.

And my ever-reliable nose pinch RC let me down!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #63: After the Storm

I'm walking with my 3-year-old E in the back yard of what I think is our family home. The yard is vast, wild, and overgrown. As we walk, a Golden Retriever comes up to us and starts sniffing my hand. He looks almost exactly like the dog that I had when I was a kid, but I dismiss this as coincidence.

I wonder how this dog got into our yard. E, the dog, and I walk to to edge of the property and I see that the entire fence is destroyed. Nothing but a couple of snapped fenceposts remain. Looking further out, I see that our next door neighbor's house has been utterly destroyed. I think that this must be a dream. I perform the nose pinch reality check and can't breathe. I try it again and still can't breathe. "Oh shit," I think. "This is really happening."

The three of us walk further through town. Everywhere we look, houses are toppled and people sift dispiritedly through the rubble. I tell my son, "E, I think there's been a big tornado. Daddy's going to figure this out."

We walk across an empty four-lane road. Some of the shops on this road are open, which strikes me as odd. I RC again, pushing my finger into my palm. My left hand stretches like stiff taffy and I know that this is a dream.

I look down at the Golden Retriever and realize that he really is the same dog that I had when I was a boy! He's been gone almost fifteen years but now he's somehow standing right in front of me. I scratch him behind the ears. He just looks off into the distance with that big, goofy doggy grin. Even though I know that this is all a dream, it feels like a reunion.

E pets the Golden and starts fiddling with his ears. The dog pants and stares contentedly up at the sky. I decide that now is the right time for me to break off on my own.

I walk further along the road. I know that I had lots of plans for this lucid dream but I can't remember any of them. As I'm pondering this, a steady flow of traffic starts on the road and in a few seconds, cars are whizzing by in both directions. I remember a conversation with Xanous and Alyzarin about how they like to play in traffic during lucid dreams.

I start walking across the road. I'm halfway across when I suddenly realize that the cars are driving on the left side of the road (like in Great Britain or New Zealand.) The next thing I know, a small, strange, open-topped car is barreling toward me. Suddenly I'm scared that this car is going to flatten me and I try to force-push it to the side. The little car swerves to the left and its brakes squeal. I float up into the air, drifting slightly away.

The car has stopped and its driver, a woman of about 30, is leaned forward toward the steering wheel. Her eyes are squeezed shut as if she's in pain. I run or fly to the side of her little open-topped car, freaked that I've hurt her somehow when I did that force-push. "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

She doesn't respond, but she's clutching at her stomach. There's something horribly wrong with her. Her stomach is badly distended, stretching all the way down so that it rests on the floorboard of her car. I pick up her enormous, stretched stomach off of the floor and start feeding it back into her body. It takes some effort, but in the end it spools smoothly back into her torso as if nothing had ever happened.

She looks at me and smiles. I notice for the first time that she's incredibly attractive and I kiss her. (Guess I got over the stomach thing!) I pull away before I get myself totally distracted and she drives off, waving as she goes.

Again I try to remember my goals and again they won't come. I finish crossing the road and leap about twelve feet into the air, perching on a crumbling arbor by the side of the road. I look out over the ruined city and see that the destruction stretches for miles. I can't even seem to find my house anymore. Is the destruction getting worse? What's happening to this place?

I consider where to explore next but the dream soon ends.

Mother and Sister Arguing
I'm in the Daisetta house. Mother and sister are arguing (as usual) in the kitchen. My mother calls my sister "stupid" and my sister is very sad and upset. For once, I defend my sister and call my mother stupid. I want to make her feel the same way my sister does so that see can feel empathy.

Kids
I have three kids, a boy of about 10, a girl, and a younger boy. They are playing around the house. I keep calling the oldest boy "Superman" but then I don't know what to call the younger boy. I think "Little Superman" or "Superman's Sidekick" but he doesn't want to be called little. Also in the house is Lance. It seems we're acting out a shooting game. He is sneaking around the house trying to reach the living room. I shoot him to defend.

Short Scary Lucid
I'm laying on a couch. I'm looking at myself in a mirror. But I know I'm wearing a sleep mask so I must be dreaming. I stand up and stablize. The room is mostly dark. In front of me is a window and behind me is the kitchen, somewhat like my real house. I walk into the kitchen and begin to recall a goal. I start to visualize a new scene. But I hear a creepy whispering voice that sounds like my sister. She says "Look what we found..." I fall through the floor to the level below. I'm not in a big empty room. Ahead I see a spotlight shining on one point of the floor that is covered with blood. I'm pulled toward the scene through the air. Slightly behind the spot light I can make out bloody bodies hanging from hooks on the sleep. I wake myself up.

Macy's
It's after the Super Bowl and I go to Macy's alone. The streets and the store are almost deserted, just a few people. I'm looking for some novelty to decorate my living room but I'm not sure what I'm looking for. As I enter, there's a salesman holding a deck of playing cards that light up. I think it's some kind of cheap magic trick. I ignore him and wander around the store, looking for something by nothing in particular if you know what I mean. I think I take a magazine. I've made a full loop around the store and didn't find anything. I see a different saleswomen now with the lit playing cards. She approaches me. She has blonde hair. She asks for my ZIP code and email address. I dodge the conversation, asking what the playing cards are. She pushes to get my ZIP code. I walk away. She walks to a nearby register and commiserates with another salesperson that she's not having any success selling the cards and she's frustrated. I haven't found anything so I intend to leave.

This was a fun Valentine Task of the Month-themed LD. I managed to pull off the basic TotM ("Find a flower and give it to the next DC you see") and gave a valiant effort at the Advanced ("Find Cupid, and bribe him to shoot your favorite celebrity or DV member.")

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #62: Winged Cupid Painted Blind

I'm talking dreams with my friend AL as we walk behind a row of townhouse garages. I tell him, "You know, I had a dream a few nights ago that Wife and I went out on a double date with you and ML." I feel something strange when I say that, then realize that it's all a dream. "And I'm having a dream right now... gotta go, man!"

I'm disoriented and can't remember what I'm supposed to be doing. I assume I'm supposed to be flying somewhere. Without waiting for AL's response, I turn my face toward the gray, cloudy sky. "Up, up and awaaaay!!" I wail. Absolutely nothing happens.

Then I remember the Task of the Month. I look down at a nearby patch of grass and see a bunch of small, yellow, weedy-looking flowers. I pull a handful of them up and turn to AL, who is now sitting on the ground, piddling with the grass. "Here you go, dude!" I announce, stuffing the flowers into his hand. He just stares at them.

This dream still has some gas in the tank but I have no plan. After a moment I remember the "Cupid" advanced TotM, where I'm supposed to summon either a DV member or celebrity. Even though I'm hoping this task will stay G-rated, I play it safe. I remember that Kate Beckinsale is on my "freebie list" ("A list of 5 celebrities who, should the opportunity arise, one is allowed to sleep with without it being considered as cheating by your significant other.") Also known as "list of absolutely futile spouse-approved celebrity crushes".

"Okay," I say, "Kate Beckinsale will be..." I whirl around. "...right behind me!" I'm staring at nothing but a chain-link fence.

I relax and do it right this time. I think about how she is already standing there and I'll just need to turn around in order to find her.

I whirl around again and this time find myself staring at an invisible woman dressed in a business suit. She has no hands, feet, or head. I watch for a moment and see that the suit is vaguely moving. The suit's right arm reaches across its chest, as if its wearer was scratching her shoulder.

"That's not right," I say, and walk up to her. I place my right hand where her face should be and am surprised to feel nothing at all! I pantomime the motion of molding clay and after a couple seconds of work, her face fills in from top to bottom like liquid being poured into a glass. This is really close to the final result:



Her eyes narrow shrewdly, like she's wondering how exactly I plan to pull off this next part. (I'm wondering the same thing.) I need to add Cupid to this whole scene. I don't want to turn around and potentially go through the hassle of re-summoning my celebrity, but I'm not sure how else to get Cupid into the scene. I think about putting my hand behind me and having him land on it, but then I'm a bit grossed out by the idea of Cupid sitting in my hand naked.

Kate Beckinsale cocks an eyebrow as I stand there struggling with this question. In a few more seconds, the dream solves the problem for me by ending.

Recall is a bit bad because I tried to DEILD after the dream, and slept for another hour or so.

Anyways, I'm in a bathroom, and suddenly a pipe bursts and water starts gushing through the wall. I try to turn off the water, and the faucet head breaks off, and then the shower head breaks off. I did a nose pinch, and it didn't totally fail, but I had to remind myself that I needed to focus on head pressure.

The second one did the charm. I left the busted up bathroom, and quickly left the house. Ugh, being totally goalless I looked at my surroundings for a bit, and saw low hanging dark clouds. It kind of reminded me of a scene from the Matrix. I decide to think about Agent smith, and he came running from the distant wood line. I rushed towards him, and we both met in the middle of the empty field, punching each other. A light drizzle started and the fight went on. I can't really remember the fight itself other than how it felt. He wasn't too good, but it was cool to fight him.

Things get more fuzzy, because I don't know how I got to this place I'm at. I remember knife fighting, and earning kinves if I won, and seeing Jenny McCarthy. I asked her to take off her shirt, and she did. I also remember having some profound conversation with a female DC. She was asking so many questions about herself, and I was explaining to her, that she's essentially me.

Fun morning! Went to bed at 1am (I was baking bread late last night, bad Ophelia), and woke up at 5:30am when Danny went to work, then again at 6:45am when it was time to get Chris to school. I went back to sleep at about 8am, making myself think of the TOTMs (The cupid one and the clock one) so I could remember them later if I got lucid.

I woke up maybe around 9am, and felt tired enough to try to WILD. I was able to initiate the vibrations again, which was bad ass. I gotta be the right level of tired though, because I tried a few times when I wasn't tired enough and it doesn't work. I forgot to incubate a new scene, so when I opened my dream eyes I was in my bed. I slowly sat up in my bed and saw a handsome man sitting on the edge of my bed. I said "Who are you?" He said some garbled things but I picked up the word "Lane," which was the middle name of my bf in college. "Michael!!" We hugged, and he wanted to make out (he looked goooooooOOOOD!), but I wanted to do the cupid task. I knew it wouldn't count because Michael isn't a celebrity or DV member, but I just wanted to see if we could find Cupid. So I grabbed Michael's hand and we left the bedroom. I tried calling Cupid, expecting to see him, but no Cupid. I told Michael to call him but he wouldn't. I even put my fingers on Michael's lips and made them move as if he was calling out "Cupid!", while I made the sound. Lol. Then I put my hands together, and imagined that Cupid was forming in my hands, then I threw them up in the air, as if to make Cupid manifest that way. Didn't fucking work. I suck at conjuring people I gave up and turned to Michael and we made out for a few seconds before I woke up.

I half way rolled over, then rolled back and decided to try to initiate vibrations again. I was able to get them started, but it was like an engine that wouldn't turn over at first. So I tried to focus harder on the back of my eyelids and forehead, saying "focus focus" to myself again. It worked and I opened my dream eyes into an LD as usual. I forgot AGAIN to incubate a new scene, so I was in my bedroom AGAIN lol. That part is so new to me and has to happen super quick, so I need to add the word "incubate!" to my little mini "focus" mantra me thinks. Me, mantra? Haha, who woulda thunk? Anyway, I got out of bed and left my bedroom. RIGHT as I opened my bedroom dorr, I was trying to think of another task to try, and I thought "CLOCK." As soon as I walked out the door, I was outside in an alley behind a restaurant in Europe it looked like. And there was a little bench with a big wall clock laying on it! It was just a plain old round one with a white background, just like the ones they had at school when I was young. And yay it had a second hand. I don't remember what time it was, but I remember that the second hand was right on the 12, and it was ticking. It looked perfectly normal and vivid, so I picked it up and held it in front of my face, counting as it went along. It looked just fine, and 5 seconds had gone by when I thought to myself, "I so got this!" (fffuuu). As soon as the second hand ticked 7 times, the numbers started to flip. The 6 and 7 swapped places. Then the second hand would tick too far of a distance, then rewind a bit, and it would land inappropriately in between the tick marks. I watched for a few more seconds then woke up. Haha oh well.



My subC: the Troll of Trolls.

Non-Lucid Lucid

Yesterday I got home from school exhausted so I decided to take a nap. I woke up after about an hour in this really tired state ready to go back to bed. I was laying with my eyes open when I noticed I was falling back to sleep without any control. This transitioned into that dark matter state where my body is asleep but I can start building into the next dream. My entire body was very locked up with this feeling of being high/pleasure, so I started to think of what I wanted to do.

I knew I wanted to lucid dream about something that wasn't sex because I always do that, so I start to imagine being in a bar or something. I lose track of what I was thinking but all of the sudden I appear into a bathroom stall in a bathroom. I open the door and suddenly am hit with this big realization that this is so real and scary and I thought that because I was scared I was gonna imagine creepy figures into my dreams. I turned on the sink and it was all too real to me. I decided I didn't want to do this so I jumped straight up and landed on my back as the scene faded. Again I was in this state of dark matter. My body was locked up with this feeling as I started imagining something else. I decided I wanted to go back to a previous dream I had in a inflatable bounce place. I started imagining and spinning around until something appeared.

It was this room with a low ceiling but was filled with this bouncy material filled with air. I start walking up the steps to some slide when the dream starts to collapse. I yell "ILLUMINATE!" two or three times and the dream stabilizes. I round the corner with my body bent over as I jump down the slide. I land on my stomach and I bounce up about to the ceiling and fall back down onto this inflatable thing in the air. That's when the dream collapsed.

It went into another dream where I was talking to this girl named Alex, but then I returned to dark matter and decided to start up a dream with Alex. Her and I had made out with each other in my bed irl so I started remembering that moment and soon enough I woke standing up on my dream bed. I look down and see myself and Alex laying face to face making out. I wanted to be the one making out with her, so I shoved my dream self over and started kissing her until the dream collapsed.