lucid

Finally a WILD success to report! WILD 12 did the trick, and was followed by a DEILD of its own! Let's get into it:

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

12:00 AM - 3:00 AM

I fell asleep so late last night I decided to abandon my first 2 hour alarm at 1:30 AM, because I knew if I slept only 1h30m, I wouldn't have had any dreams. When my alarm woke me at 3:00 AM however (approx. 3 hours of sleep), I remembered a dream!

I was trying to go into some kind of swimming pool/resort place, but I realized my phone was losing charge and I wouldn't be able to listen to any music/books, so I decided not to stay after all. I was in my car driving home, when I crossed through the parking lot of some place called Cafe... something. I can't remember the name, but as I was looking at it, I thought-- that sounds pretty nice. I could go for some coffee. And it also was the end of my work-day and I was driving home anyway, so I pull over into the parking lot.

There was a lady in a phonebooth nearby who was arguing so loudly I could hear her screaming, but I couldn't understand what she was saying specifically. I locked my door and started to walk away from my car, and as I got about halfway there, two people came out of the store, a guy and a girl, and I suddenly remembered I left my wallet sitting in the passenger seat of my car. So I went back, unlocked the door, pulled it out, and headed in-- while still listening to phonebooth woman yelling at someone over the phone.

I go into the store and notice it's much larger than I expected, with a full first floor, and also an escalator that goes up to a second floor. I'm a little overwhelmed because I really don't know much about coffee, though I like it alright, so I just start walking around in a counterclockwise circle looking at the walls. As I pass the escalator I see a group of 4-5 children with a woman watching over them, who seem to be getting something for themselves, like decaffeinated coffee, and they're all picking various flavors and creamers while she watches. I walk past them and notice I'm in a "kids' section" of coffee, and just sort of glance over things there and keep walking.

As I'm walking near the back aisles of the store, I hear a woman say, "everything alright?" and I just ignore her for some reason, thinking she's not talking to me I guess. She says again, "Can I help you with anything?" and I turn and look at her a little startled and say, "Oh, no, I'm just enjoying looking around," with a little laugh, and then say, "all this coffee is making me almost want to buy something." She laughs too and says, "Imagine how I feel working here." I notice she's an older lady, probably in her 50s, a little chubby and wrinkly and she seems nice. I tell her, "I just was on my way home and saw the store and decided to come have a look," and she says, "Oh, you're on your way home, did you stop downtown?" I tell her no, and she says, "There's an film festival happening there, you should have went and looked around!"

Someone had mentioned this to me earlier in the dream I remember, but I can't remember when, but as I was telling her, "yeah, someone mentioned that to me earlier," I woke up.

When I woke up, I decided to do my WILD, and as usual I fell asleep without transitioning.

3:00 AM - 4:30 AM

I woke up again before my next alarm which was set at 5 AM, and I think because my alarm has been set at 4:30 I didn't comprehend this, because I got up as usual, peed, and laid back down. Here I began thinking about King Yoshi's WILD Guide which I have mentioned before. In it, he mentions that a technique for stopping dry-spells is to pretend that you are an expert at what you're doing, and very confident you'll have the lucid dream.

Taking this a step further in my groggy state, I first start saying to myself, "Oh, yes, I know exactly what I'm doing," in my head, and, "I'll definitely succeed at this WILD, I do it all the time, it's very natural to me, like breathing." I'm kinda amused by this and suddenly while adjusting myself I'm just playing along with the idea and find myself talking to a fake audience, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see a lucid dream performed live on stage for your entertainment-- I'll be lying here and for the next two hours you'll be utterly entertained by the world of fantasy unfolding on the screen above your heads, whereon you can see everything I can see..."

I continue running with this mind-voice, promising them that it will be fantastic, as I comfy myself, then saying, "Now, I need absolute silence from the audience as I enter into one of the most difficult parts, wherein I must fall asleep comfortably," and I chuckle at this and get comfortable on my side and begin trying to count down in my head with each breath in and out.

4:30 AM - 5 AM

Suddenly, I'm awoken by my actual alarm going off, and I roll over and shut it off and lie back down, mentally saying to my fake audience, "That was a close call, ladies and gentlemen, what you saw was almost me failing for the entire night, but fear not! The alarm has caught me and now I will roll over and begin anew, and once more I need total silence please." I laid down on my right side now, and began counting down again, and quickly, I found myself lying in my bed in the morning with the sun shining through the window and the smell of breakfast from the other room.

I sat up, thinking, darnit, I messed up again! But then I reach up and plug my nose and find that I can breathe. I'm baffled by this, because I feel 100% awake and as if this is the realest, most regular awakening ever. Everything looks normal, sounds normal, feels normal. I plug my nose and try again and can still breathe. I'm so confused I think something is wrong with my nose, I can't understand how I can breathe.

But, I think, I have to be dreaming! There's nothing else that it could mean! So I basically leap out of bed and look at my hands, which look normal, and I start rubbing them together to increase the stability of the dream. I walk through the kitchen where my dad's making breakfast, and tell him I'm going outside. He seems puzzled by this but I open the door without waiting for his response and walk down the sidewalk and into the front yard. I'm still telling myself, "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!" because everything is so real I'm afraid I could lose it at any time.

As I'm walking into the front yard I remember my goal of "splitting a mountain with my aura" for the lucid dream tasks of July. So, wondering how to even do that, I begin screaming at the top of my lungs trying to somehow "charge up" like in DragonBall Z or something. Nothing really happens and I feel my voice becoming raspy, and have a faint moment of hoping I'm not actually awake and screaming in my front yard at the top of my lungs, lol.

But, to quell my fears, I immediately run an acre or two into the yard as fast as possible, and I'm able to run so quickly I know that it can't be real life. I stop again, and begin yelling again, trying to do... something, and my next idea is to stomp on the ground so hard it sends my aura out and splits the mountains. So I stomp on the ground, and nothing happens. Next, I bend down and punch the ground as hard as I can, then stand up and look around. Suddenly, I notice something falling and look up, only to see the moon has turned dull grey and is falling through the atmosphere breaking into pieces and falling to Earth, lol. So, I think, I can destroy the moon-- surely I can destroy a mountain. (Also I don't know why the moon was directly overhead during the day, don't ask questions.)

Again I punch the ground as hard as I can, then look up once more, and in the distance I see a mountain breaking into pieces and crumbling into dust, and I feel self-satisfied that I achieved my goal. When I woke up I feared I had failed, thinking the goal was to "split the mountain," but it turns out the goal was simply to "break a mountain," so I think I passed after all!

Content with this, I remember I had wanted to explore the mountain after it split. It kind of just crumpled into dust, but I figured it still might be worth seeing what was there. So I head over that way and find some small lumps of tiny mountain still standing next to a house. What's more, they seem to be lightly glowing, so I begin kicking at them and trying to see what's underneath. Eventually I take my hands and slash the air in their direction, as if cutting X's into them, and soon one begins to erupt, as if it were a tiny volcano. Without thinking I reach out with my hand and catch a piece of lava, and find out it is unbearably hot and drop it on the ground (not sure what I was expecting). I pull my hood up over my head (suddenly wearing a hoodie I guess) and pick up a piece of rock that has some lava sitting on it, and throw it at the nearby house, just to see if I can catch it on fire (I guess I'm kind of destructive, huh?).

It doesn't, so I head over to the house; I somehow teleport inside the house and don't know how. This confuses me and makes me worry I'm losing control, so I begin rubbing my hands together again to reassert control and stability in the dream, and then I decide to exit the house by holding onto a banister and kicking my way through a window. I do so and slide out onto the ground awkwardly, but get out nonetheless, lol.

I walk away from the houses and notice that I'm on a hill, overlooking a golf-course, and there's another hill above me-- and people are hitting golf-balls off the hill into the course as if it's a driving range. I head up on the hill and at this time, a friend of mine, Brooks, comes and begins talking but I don't listen well, and soon after a girl he used to date comes up and begins complaining that someone has broken the window out of her house. She questions him, and then me, and remembering that I don't have to stay here for this and have better things to do, I smile at her and then turn and jump off the hill and begin gliding down into the golf course with my arms out like wings.

However, I'm not satisfied to glide, and think about how I always have trouble truly flying. I remember how on the forums here at Dreamviews, someone said that the key to dream control was to simply know that it would work. As a symbolic gesture, I simply drop my arms by my side and begin saying to myself, "I don't need to worry, I'll simply lift into the air and float. This is my mind; I control everything here."

Surely enough, I begin rising into the air, fairly rapidly, up above the trees, until suddenly I see a cliff overhang I hadn't noticed before. I float along underneath it and land on a small platform and notice there is a nametag on it, and a ragtag house. The nametag says "William" something or other, and I turn around to see a little anthropomorphic mole (standing on his hind legs) looking up at me. When turning around, I accidentally bump him and he falls off the platform, like 10 stories, and hits the ground. I look down after him trying to ascertain that he's okay, and when I see him get up and brush himself off I decide he is.

I start walking into his little house (uninvited, lol) and soon encounter another little mole person who is pointing a shovel at me warily, and I tell him, "Sorry, sorry, I don't mean to intrude!" and he threatens me with the tiny shovel again, and I say, "Your friend is okay, he's coming, look!" and I point down at him coming up in a little elevator. The one pointing the shovel at me continues holding it out but looks down at him.

And suddenly, just like that, the lights go out. I have no idea what time it is, but I realize I've woken up, and I hold my eyes firmly shut and just lie there. I feel like I'm struggling to fall asleep again. Eventually, I open my eyes and I'm in my room, but now it's dark. Once more I think, "Darn, the DEILD attempt didn't work," and start to get up, thinking it's the middle of the night still. Then I stop, and plug my nose again as I'm getting out of bed. And I find I can breathe! Once again I'm baffled by how real the false awakening feels, and how quickly I dismissed it as being real life, and am glad I did another reality check before taking it for granted. I stand up and go over to my door in the dark, and think, "When I open this door, I'll be overlooking the rings of Saturn," which is the first thing that comes to mind. I open the door, and instead I'm looking at my hallway, and my dog is at my feet wagging her tail. I close the door in her face (lol), and think, "When I open this door, I'll be somewhere fantastic!" and I open the door again. Once again, I'm in the hallway and my dog is at my feet wagging her tail.

I say, "alright, fine," and walk through the door with my dog following me. It's now light as I exit the hallway, and my dad is in the kitchen making breakfast, and I say, "Good lord, how long have you been making breakfast?" and he says, "About an hour," (LOL) and I walk past him and go out the door into the yard again. This time I stop and bend down to pet my dog, and I notice her eyes are shut and her face is even more greyed than in real life, and I sympathetically say, "Oh no, you're getting all old girl!" and as I say it I realize I've made a mistake. She starts bending down and coughing up phlegm and stuff and I think, "Oh no, I set the expectation that my dog is old and sickly and now she's gonna die in front of me," so I start backing away from her and saying, "No, just kidding, you're young and spritely! You're even younger than real life! I've never seen you so energetic!" but I'm also backing away from her because I don't want to get distracted with this and want to go do more lucid dreaming stuff.

As I'm heading into the driveway, I look back and see my dog is indeed young and healthy again like when she was a puppy, and she comes bounding down after me into the driveway. I start jumping in the air repeatedly, thinking to fly again, and then I stop and think, "Oh yeah, there was that other dream task of milking something!"

No sooner did I think this than I suddenly found myself trapped in some strange, half-awake state, unable to move. It was like one of my eyes was seeing my bed in real life, and the other eye was seeing the dream, and the dream was suddenly "locked up." I was just stuck there floating in space, and I closed my real life eye (this was purely an illusion/dream, not reality I think) and still I was stuck in the dream, but now I was back in the mole house sitting on a sofa, unable to move. There was a man there talking to me about lucid dreaming in theory, and I told him, "Actually, I'm lucid dreaming right now, I just can't move!"

He went bug-eyed at this and then began scoffing at the idea, and I said, "No, no! I really am, I'm just stuck!" and while ignoring his scoffing I somehow accidentally found myself awake for real.

I did another reality check JUST TO BE SURE, and then laid down again in my bed and patted myself on the back. Finally, at least one decent LD after a week of work!

Edit: listening to my audio logs I also discovered I reported a dream fragment I had forgotten, but I don't know when it happened:

I had a dream I was playing Runescape (lol) and came across these two guys swarming around this emerald lying on the ground as if they were protecting it. I walked up to them and watched them for a bit and then just ran up and took it off the ground. They both ran after me telling me they were trying to protect it and I needed to drop it, and I just said, "No, that's okay," and logged out and changed to another world (lol). Once I got there I used a spell to go home and then walked away still holding the emerald, but I accidentally wandered into a dangerous area and got the crap kicked out of me and died, dropping all my stuff.

Panicking a little, I ran back there again and picked it all back up and tried to run back to the home town, but again got killed and dropped everything again, but a little closer back to home.

But I woke up shortly thereafter.

DEILD - 330am

I am partially awake. I randomly decide to DEILD. I feel brief vibrations and focus on in that and relax deeper. My phone alarm goes off for some reason. I turn it off without waking myself too much. One of the cats paws at me from my night table. I decide to ignore it. Nothing is going to keep me from entering the dream. My wife says something. Fuck it. I ask her what. She mumbles something.

I wake surprised that I didn't get lucid there. The transition was so smooth or I was never really awake to begin with. I don't know which. I don't move and try DEILD again. I come to a stop sign on a familiar road. This time I know I am dreaming. I am not sure what I want to do so I focus on on the visuals. I lean out of the car and look at the texture of the asphalt. I pour myself out of the window and flow under the car and then around into the grill and then back under the car. I lose visuals so I focus on physical sensation. I roll on my stomach and feel the road under me. I feel sensation on my lips.

I up really early in the morning but I am full of energy and ready to do stuff. I leave the house and quickly find myself in a church. There are several people there. I see a woman and I am going to tell her that I am ready to do some work but I don't know who needs help. Suddenly I feel really odd. My eyes don't focus well. There is an odd sensation of pressure in them. I tell the woman that I might be too tired for this. I wonder around and walk through a few rooms. There are other people around but not paying me much attention. I see a coffee pot and think maybe some caffeine will help but the pot is empty. I decide to just leave the building.

When I get to my car, I feel bad that I showed up and then just suddenly left like that. I say to myself that it doesn't matter. I don't anyone will even really remember or care. It's like a dream. Wait a minute this is a dream. I start the car up and go for a joy ride. For some reason the area reminds me of a somewhere I used to live but it doesn't look the same. There aren't really any roads. I end up crashing through yards and construction areas. Really random and confusing. I crash the car and decide I want to get another one. I see a nice truck and I hop in. I notice the leather seats feel really slick as I start it up. I see a road out that leads to a highway. I feel excited to get out on an open road. I make my way there weaving through traffic, going faster than I could in waking life. When I am out on the open road I drive as fast as the dream will let me weaving through traffic, really enjoying myself.

I decide to stop focusing on driving so much and just watch what the dream generates as I go. It become more of an amusement ride now. I see lots of random people doing really random stuff running here and there. I notice two cowboys spazing out in a inhuman way. The ride takes me right into them and for some reason I bite one on the shoulder. It feels like I bit the blanket. I see a lot more random stuff that I can't really recall or make much sense of. I feel like I have been dreaming a really long time. This though causes me to wake up.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm next to the corner to the main street next to my house. I realize it's a dream and remember my goal about finding an avatar bending master that can teach me how to always be able to do all kinds of bending in my dreams. I see a weird person in front of me and scream out. "You are the mastere, teach me!". I don't get a clear answer and I try to summon some fire. I succed but it's only a very small fire in my hand. I remember it was a very long lucid, or it was two different dreams. In this next part I was also lucid.

I'm flying and suddenly I'm next to my house. I see that it's a nice looking sky and decide to just take a good seat and spectate this amazing view. I fly up on my roof and find a perfect position where I see the sun glowing really cool. It's all beautiful and suddenly three doves come flying. I decide to feed them. I fly next to them and they first fly away but when I take the seeds they fly into my hands. It's a good feeling as I feel the birds against my hands.

Notes: I know there was so much more to the dreams but I don't remember. I love birds and they are one of my dream signs.

27 ОС. Состав стены.
11 декабря 2011
Я был в незнакомой комнате. Сразу вспомнил про план - пройти сквозь стены. Подхожу к стене пробую - не выходит. Решил попробовать отодрать со стены обои. Снимались они поразительно легко, но под одним слоем находился другой слой, за другим третий и так далее. Мне это надоело. Решил по стене кулаком постучать. Было такое чувство, что долбишь не стену, а подушку. Попробовал ещё раз сквозь пройти - опять не вышло. Стал передвигаться вдоль стены и пробовать в разных местах - безрезультатно. Постепенно дошёл до коридора. Увидел, что за этой стенкой находится комната. Пнул ногой стену с края, и она съехала - задвинула дверной проём в ту комнату.
Далее я пошёл по коридору и оказался у своей выходной двери. Попробовал пройти сквозь неё не вышло. Решил тогда сделать это с разбегу. Результат таков: меня выкинуло из сновиденного тела, и я со стороны наблюдал, как оно врезается в дверь. Нет, думаю так дело не пойдёт. Вернулся назад в тело. Открыл дверь, увидел за ней железную, как и в реале. Зрение стало пропадать. Закрыл дверь и стал ждать. На некоторое время настала темнота, думал сейчас проснусь, но не проснулся вернулся на то же самое место. Стал ощупывать дверь - тактильные ощущения реальны. Решил хотя бы продавить палец сквозь неё. Подставил большой палец и давлю - не продавливается. Мне это надоело ушёл в другую комнату, и там потерял осознанность. Уже в неосознанном состоянии помню опять сдирал обои только не со стены, а с чего-то наподобие стула. На этот раз их содрать получилось полностью. Далее увидел знакомых и уже даже намёков на план не осталось, начисто забыл, что во сне нахожусь =(

Выводы:
1. Под одним слоем обоев оказывались другие слои. И так до бесконечности.
2. Стена была мягкая, как подушка.
3. Снова попал в позицию наблюдателя.
4. Продавить пальцем дверь насквозь не вышло.

27 LD. The composition of the wall.
December 11, 2011
I was in an unfamiliar room. I immediately remembered the plan - to go through the walls. I go to the wall and try - it doesn’t come out.
I decided to try to tear off the wallpaper from the wall. They were shot amazingly easily, but under one layer was another layer, after another a third and so on. I am tired of this.
I decided to knock on the wall with my fist. It felt like hammering not a wall, but a pillow. I tried to go through again - it didn’t work again.
I began to move along the wall and try in different places - to no avail. Gradually reached the corridor. I saw that there was a room behind this wall. He kicked the wall from the edge, and she moved out - pushed the doorway into that room.
Then I went down the corridor and ended up at my exit door. I tried to go through it did not work. Then I decided to do it with a run.
The result is this: I was thrown out of a dreaming body, and I watched from the side how it crashes into a door. No, I think this will not work. Returned back to the body.
I opened the door, saw an iron door behind it, as in real life. Vision began to disappear. I closed the door and waited. For a while it was dark, I thought I would wake up now, but did not wake up, I returned to the same place.
I began to feel the door - tactile sensations are real. I decided to at least push a finger through it. I put my thumb in and press - it doesn’t squeeze. I got tired of it went to another room, and there I lost consciousness.
Already in an unconscious state, I remember again tearing off the wallpaper not only from the wall, but from something like a chair. This time they were completely ripped off. Then I saw acquaintances and there weren’t even a hint of a plan, I completely forgot that I was in a dream = (

Findings:
1. Under one layer of wallpaper appeared other layers. And so on ad infinitum.
2. The wall was as soft as a pillow.
3. Again fell into the position of observer.
4. It was not possible to push through the door with your finger.

26 ОС. Знают ли персонажи меня?
10 декабря 2011
От студенческой столовой до меня стали доноситься запахи: картофельное пюре, котлеты горячие. То что запахи доносились до меня с большего расстояние меня не волновало.
"Так стоп! Я же во сне не могу различать запахи. Так это сон.", - пронеслось у меня в голове.

Вспомнил, что в неосознанном сне фотографировал здание, решил и сейчас достать фотоаппарат. Фотоаппарат оказался старый. Я быстренько сфотал, и положил его в карман.

Перешёл дорогу и увидел машину, стоящую на тротуаре. Давно мечтал это сделать - запрыгнуть на машину. На капот запрыгнуть почему то не получилось. Вместо того, чтобы встать ногами, встал почему то коленками. На крышу машины умудрился запрыгнуть уже ногами. Было ощущение, что я иду не по крыше машины, а по батуту. Кстати в машине был водитель, но на мои хулиганские действия он никак не прореагировал, не соизволил даже выйти.

Спрыгнув с машины стал смотреть по сторонам. Увидел пожилую женщину, считай уже бабушку. Сначала решил к ней не подходить, потом вспомнил свой план спросить у спрайтов своё имя, и подошёл. Бабушка шла довольно таким быстрым шагом, что мне пришлось ускорится, чтобы спросить её.
-Ты знаешь моё имя?
-Нет
Отвечала она как то неохотно. Даже отвернулась, когда я спрашивал.
Я остановился. Решил вслед спросить её какую-нибудь ерунду.
- Вы не знаете как пройти на улицу Б2Р?(Первое что в голову взбрело).
Ничего мне не ответила.

Пошёл дальше, увидел трёх парней. Третий куда то отсеялся, осталось два. Я спрашиваю у одного
- Ты знаешь кто я?
- Нет
- А ты?
- Знаю.
- Как меня зовут?
- Назвал моё имя в уменьшенной форме, так как часто знакомые называют.
- "Ну а у тебя моё имя не имеет уже смысл спрашивать", - сказал я первому.

Лицо второго парня, который меня знает, показалось мне смутно знакомым. Этот второй зачем то протянул руку и стал дотрагиваться до моей спины. Я сделал то же самое и он убрал руку. Далее чтобы от него избавится, я его раскрутил и сказал:
- Отведи меня туда не знаю куда.
- Хорошо пошли.
Сделал пару шагов за ним, потом подумал к чёрту мне это надо, ещё точно отведёт куда сам не знает.

На дороге появились грузовики, но они просто объезжали нас. Я же развернулся и побежал. Несмотря на то, что бежал быстро, было ощущение, что эти парни меня скоро догонят. Тогда я решил взлететь. Взлетел и медленно направился в сторону, где я живу в реале. Решил попробовать метод расширения глаз, чтобы побыстрее оказаться там. Зрение стало портиться, причём правый глаз видел хуже чем левый. Возникло чувство, что левый глаз сейчас наяву откроется, я даже увидел свет, что странно, так как в реале нигде свет не горел. Сожмурил глаза. Зрение более или менее восстановилось. Пролетел ещё некоторое расстояние и проснулся.

Выводы:
1.Осознался из-за запахов.
2. Сбылась мечта - попрыгал по крыше автомобиля.
3. Спрайт знал мое имя.
4. Бежал довольно быстро.
5. Удалось полетать.
6. Были странные проблемы со зрением. Показалось будто бы открыл глаза, и увидел непонятный свет.



26 LD. Do the characters know me?
December 10, 2011

From the student cafeteria, smells began to come to me: mashed potatoes, cutlets hot. The fact that smells came to me from a greater distance did not bother me.
"So stop! But in a dream I can’t distinguish smells. So it’s a dream," flashed through my head.

I remembered that in an unconscious dream I was photographing a building, I decided to get a camera now. The camera turned out to be old. I quickly took a picture, and put it in my pocket.

I crossed the road and saw a car standing on the sidewalk. I have long dreamed of doing this - jumping onto a car. For some reason, jumping onto the hood failed. Instead of getting up, I got up for some reason with my knees. On the roof of the car, I managed to jump already legs. There was a feeling that I was walking not on the roof of the car, but on a trampoline. By the way, there was a driver in the car, but he didn’t react to my hooligan actions, didn’t even deign to leave.


Jumping from the car began to look around. I saw an old woman. At first I decided not to approach her, then I remembered my plan to ask my sprites for my name, and went up. Old woman walked at such a fast pace that I had to speed up to ask her.
-Do you know my name?
-Not
She answered reluctantly. Even turned away when I asked.
I stopped. I decided to ask her some nonsense afterwards.
“You don’t know how to get to B2R street?” (The first thing that got into my head).
She didn’t answer me.

The face of the second guy who knows me seemed vaguely familiar to me. This second one for some reason reached out and began to touch my back. I did the same and he removed his hand. Further, in order to get rid of it, I untwisted it and said:
- Take me there I don’t know where.
- Let's go well.

I went on, I saw three guys. The third one dropped out somewhere, there are two left. I ask one
- You know who I am?
- Not
- And you?
“I know.”
- What is my name?
- He called my name in a reduced form, as acquaintances often call.
- “Well, it doesn't make sense to ask my name,” I said to the first.
I took a couple of steps after him, then I thought to hell with it, I’ll definitely take me where I don’t know.

Trucks appeared on the road, but they just circled us. I turned around and ran. Despite the fact that I was running fast, there was a feeling that these guys would catch up with me soon. Then I decided to take off. I took off and slowly headed towards where I live in real life.

I decided to try the method of expanding my eyes to quickly get there. Vision began to deteriorate, and the right eye saw worse than the left. There was a feeling that the left eye would now open in reality, I even saw the light, which is strange, since in real life the light did not burn anywhere.

I squinted my eyes. Vision more or less recovered. I flew some more distance and woke up.

Findings:
1. Confessed due to smells.
2. A dream came true - I jumped on the roof of the car.
3. Sprite knew my name.
4. I ran pretty fast.
5. Managed to fly.
6. There were strange vision problems. It seemed as if I opened my eyes and saw an incomprehensible light.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm in a city and I get lucid. I remember my goal about bending different elements and try to summon a fire but nothing happens. I remember my goal about meeting the bending master and decide to meet with the master. I scream out loud. "Master! Master!", but no one comes. I fly over the waters to an island and meet a group of people. I ask them where I can find the master of bending. They tell me to go back the way I came from. I fly to where I came from and think about how the trip to where I came from is different from when I fly the same way back. My vision is getting darker and I recognize this feeling. I'm going to wake up in my bed. It's all black and I feel my bed against my skin. I do a RC and know it's still a dream. My vision is black for a while and I walk against the window to fly out. The floor on the streets are gone. It's just white void there. I fly over a house and experience some special experiences. It's like I fly upside down and I'm not the one in control. The void is beautiful and I just hang with the dream. I remember my goal about meeting with the master again and start to fly to where I was going before. The flying is going pretty slowly and I try to speed it up pretty often, but it doesn't work. I finally come to the right place and I see a castle. I meet up with Klaus there and he greets me and says. "Ahh, you have come here to forfill your goal!" with his typical way of talking when he is to tell a joke that he thinks is funny. I say yes and ask him where the master is. He points into the castle but it is divided into three parts so I have to ask which part I shall go into. He says the one to the right. I enter it and I suddenly only have my dad's white underwear on me. I think to myself that this is a castle and I need better clothes if I want to meet with the prince. Some people with fancy suits comes up. I punch one really hard in order to take his clothes. I am disappointed over myself because I used violence against my DC and decide to just walk into the next room with only my underwear on me. I walked pretty quickly because there were people who saw me when I hit the man. There is a biograph and the prince of Sweden is the one hosting it. There are brown blankets on each chair and I take one to cover myself with. The prince says something and he is the master I've been looking for. I decide to watch the movie before I talk to him. The movie starts. Someone in the movie says something about hands and shoulders (all my dreams are in swedish) and a woman in the audience repeats the sentence as if the sentence had wrong gramatics in it. I repeat the sentence in my head but decides that the sentence was right. After a while the move comes out of the screen and I see it right in front of me. There is a dirt pile and some insects fighting each other. I wonder when it is going to end so I can meet with the master. I interact with the dirt pile and move an insect. There is a dog and a child too. I feel as the dream fades...

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm in my house on the upper floor and chasing small monsters that are going to kill us. I have a laser pointer and using it to glow under beds in order to kill the small monsters. I communicate with the other persons in the room and looking if they find anything. I'm now on the lower floor and I'm hearing things upstairs, I know it's a monster. I know it's a dream but it's only semi lucid. I test out what weapons I can use against the monster upstairs. I shoot some blue energy balls and think it will do. I fly up the stairs to my sister's room. There are two people and a monster there! I think to myself that my superpowers won't work against the monster. I use my superpowers to shoot him with some blue energy balls but it has no effect. I use my other superpower and shoots yellow beams to cut his head off. It works and his head goes off. He still talks and reattaches his head. I use my yellow beams again and use my telekenisis to put the head on the cealing. I say something to the two people in the room about the head. There is going to be a council about how to punish this monster that can't die. I lose myself into the dream story. I walk outside the room by the toilet and there are a lot of Harry Potter characters there. I see Malfoy. There are three different groups there. All the Huffelpuff members, Slitherin members and Gryffindor members (rip Ravenclaw. They were excluded from my dream). I know I'm Harry Potter now and I'm a member of Gryffindor. I get to choose one more time which household I should join. I say I want to join Slytherin even tough Malfoy is my enemy. I regret my decision immediately. I hover over the ground with my back just hanging and my arms hanging too. I hover with my head held down and I'm really depressed.

I’m gonna skip the first part; it was a boring non-lucid about checking my reddit messages.

Then I woke up and decided to check my reddit messages for real. I logged on and didn’t question why I wsn’t logged in already, or why it said “pepper” instead of “password”, but I did question why the site switched to French when I logged in. I fully believed I was awake and this was just a silly website glitch, but I did a reality check anyway. I struggled to count my fingers (I blamed sleep deprivation for my sudden inability to focus), but I thought I counted six. This didn’t seem right, so I repeated my RC: six fingers. I was dreaming.

I didn’t get my usual rush of excitement, maybe because of the confusion and difficulty surrounding the RC, but that was a good thing, because it actually allowed me to stop and think instead of running around and acting on impulse.

I asked myself what my goals were for this dream (first time I remembered) and recalled that one of the DV beginner goals was to look around and describe my surroundings. I began with my pillowcase (which looked almost like in real life except the circles on it were brown and only one shade of blue) and described it out loud as being “black and tan”. Then I realized I’d got the colors wrong and tried again, though I don’t remember what I said the second time.

Suddenly, my vision went black. I was afraid I was waking up but reminded myself to keep calm. I could still feel my dream body, so I walked across the room, hoping to anchor myself in the dream world. It worked, and my vision returned briefly. I don’t remember what happened next, but shortly after, my vision turned black again and I could feel my body in bed. I knew on some level I was still asleep, but I also knew I was waking up. I could hear birds chirping outside, so I figured I’d reached the “point of no return” of waking up and opened my eyes.

Funny enough, the birds turned out to be part of the dream. When I woke up, I couldn’t hear any birds, just the neighbors talking.

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

This is a collection of 3 dreams. This is the first attempt I've made to become lucid in several years, and it was successful! But not through the method I was trying.

Sometime before 2:30 AM
I dreamed that I was an official content censor for some kind of fascist regime, but even as an editor of content was victim to extreme regulations. I worked in an open office surrounded by other workers and was encouraged not to move from my post or stop working. I remember trying to move unsuccessfully a few times but only small bits of this dream stayed with me.

2:30-4:45 AM
I dreamed that my school had a 'software hit-list' of things they wanted coded for them (I'm a CS major) and one of these was a more secure meeting method. Someone had coded this and randomly instated me as a moderator because I was a CS major, and I realized that all CS majors were given such honors for reasons unclear (we are not generally known for our people skills, lol). Anyway, I hopped on a bus, the physical representation of this new forum for students of my university. I also decided that if I was a moderator, I'd try to be a good moderator, and make sure nobody was doing anything wrong. So I scoped out the area around me.

Next to me a guy was sitting in a trench coat and sunglasses, and I tried to look past him to see what was on his other side without bothering him. There was just a window, and in the end he did see me trying to look around him and gave me a funny look, so I apologized and looked forwards again. I sorta realized in that moment that I was being stupid trying to moderate just because it was written on my name, and started behaving normally riding the bus again.

It gets a bit fuzzy here, but I recall a friend from high-school being on the bus, and lying in the floor. I woke up again later.

4:45 AM-7:30 AM
And here's the meat, the lucid dream. I woke up, used the restroom (I had drunk a glass of water so that I would wake up in the middle of the night), laid down again, meditated for a few minutes while counting my breaths. When I lost count I rolled on my side and began counting my breaths again, trying to fall asleep. And then I did fall asleep! But not lucid.

I can't remember this dream back all the way, but the first thing I remember was playing baseball with a bunch of kids. I guess I was a kid too, I'm not really sure. At one point, we were playing on an abandoned lot, and the pitcher's mound was in the middle of a partially constructed scaffolding (inconvenient), and I was pitching. Batting was a girl who I went to high-school with who was well known for throwing hissy fits when things didn't go her way (no offense to her, I'm sure she's more adult now, but we were all probably 12 or 13 in this dream...). She was indeed throwing such a hissy fit because I was pitching too fast at her. So I lobbed one slowly to let her have her way.

She immediately smacked it and sent it flying into the scaffolding I was standing in, and I picked it up and tried to turn to look to throw it to first base, but I couldn't see first base. I then turned and saw second base was also obstructed, so I turned some more and threw it to someone who was running up from near third base. Of course, when I threw it to him, he missed it, I felt silly for throwing it too hard, and he turned and ran after it. Within those precious moments, two opposing runners had run up to my scaffolding and were standing at the edge yelling at me. I turned to look at them and hear what they were saying, which was that they were complaining that 1st base was a pit, so they had run to the pitcher's mound instead, and that should count as a home-run.

I'm not sure why I was allowed to decide but I shook my head yes and agreed, and the game was over (I guess they were already ahead). Soon, everyone congregated around the pitcher's mound/scaffolding and we started discussing that playing baseball here sucked (gee whiz). I suggested, from nowhere, that nearby was a series of under-construction houses where nobody lived, that was sure to have some open air nobody was using that we could play. It occurred to me we might accidentally break some windows or something, but I secretly figured we could probably get the heck out of there without getting caught if so (sorry construction workers, I was a kid in this dream, I swear!).

So off we set into this nearby construction area, and me and one other fairly small kid who couldn't have been more than 8 ended up going into a nearby house, and walking around inside, because nobody was there to stop us. As we were walking around looking I suddenly made a joking comment that the house was so empty, it almost seemed like a dream...

And the saying of such a thing is one of my well-known triggers (anytime something seems like a dream in real life, I tend to reality check reflexively just as a habit because I have said it in dreams many times and woke up frustrated I didn't become lucid). I reached up and plugged my nose and blew air through, and found I could breathe. Ta-da! My first night back at lucid dreaming a success, I felt pretty proud of myself and thought back to posting on Dreamviews the night before. I remembered reading an article about lucid dreaming to hype myself up and them talking about how realistic your hands are, so I looked down at them.

Then I set out after my small friend who was with me, and told him I was having a lucid dream! He looked at me like there was a giant spider on my head and began fast-walking away, so I walked after him saying, "No, really, look!" and tried to summon a baseball from thin air to show him. I tried several times, but my dream control has always been a bit wonky, and I couldn't get it to happen. I tried looking away from my hands and looking back. I tried closing my eyes and thinking "BASEBALL" (lol) and opening them and looking back, and nothing. Soon me and the kid were outside of the house standing in the grass, and I still didn't have a baseball. He looked pretty skeptical, and I suddenly feared me losing my lucidity to this goal of getting a baseball, so I said, "aw nevermind," and walked away from him.

Still marveling at all the weird wrinkly detail of my palms, I walked off towards the nearby woods. As I was walking along, the whole group of children I had been playing baseball with came to where we were and began asking if I had found a place to play baseball. I told them I wasn't looking anymore, really, but they could probably play somewhere near here if they still wanted to. They set off into the woods also (for some reason) so I followed them nearby, but quickly got distracted by a humongous ravine going down hundreds of feet, and instantly was taken with doing what I always do in lucid dreams: jumping off stuff and trying to fly.

I jumped off the edge into this enormous canyon and hovered my way down with my arms out, but as I stuck my arms out I was suddenly bothered by the feeling of my sheet on my bed (lol) and the feeling that it was like a wall blocking me from sticking my arm out all the way. This bothered me and also again, worried me I was waking up, so I pulled my arms in-front of me in more of a Superman position instead. I alighted down on a giant metal tower, crawling with futuristic soldiers.

My lucidity started to degrade a little here. I was no longer doing anything I wanted but getting sucked into the current of the dream, while aware I was dreaming somewhat.

These soldiers all began shooting at me, and, aware that I was dreaming, I stood my ground to see what they were shooting. As if in slow-motion, the shots came as a multitude of lasers, followed by a few canisters that looked like grenades. I started smacking these canisters back, and hitting various things on top of the tower and destroying them, eventually succeeding in knocking the soldiers off the tower I was on. Then a large docking bay door opened on the side of the canyon and I was being shot at once again. I once again tried hitting or grabbing and throwing the canisters, but they were far too far away (easily 100 meters). I settled on another plan, which was to forcefully punch parts of the tower towards that loading bay (ambitious).

And of course, as with my dream control, I punched them so lightly they simply limply fell off the tower. I tried harder, and harder, and soon was greeted with a (phony) percentage number indicating my percentage of full power that I was using (which I took for a real measurement, hence why I marked this lowered lucidity). I could only get this number to around 20%, which launched the things I was hitting a decent ways but not quite there. I heard someone call me a fool, and looked to my left to find, who else: Darth Vader, sitting in a chair.

I don't even really like Star Wars which makes this stranger, but anyway, he told me that I would never summon my full control in such a way. Suddenly finding myself curious at what he had to say, I think my lucidity started to come back up here.

I figured, who worse to steer me wrong than Darth Vader in a dream. But at the same time, maybe he would say something useful, so I urged him to continue and sat down next to him. He spoke cliches, telling me that I should 'let my emotions rule me,' and 'use my anger to summon my full power'. I nodded amicably and then noticed that I was now sitting beside him in a flying vehicle. In an act of defiance towards Mr. Vader but also in the interest of trying what he said, I screamed at the top of my lungs (haha) while grabbing the side of the car and pushing, and surely enough, I ripped off the entire right side of the car and part of the roof, and dropped it as we flew along. He didn't really say anything-- he didn't seem threatened but rather like I was acting like a child, and I felt mildly embarrassed (again, haha).

We soon rolled up at a small garage that I felt I recognized from another dream, and I simultaneously felt the dream was coming to an end. It was as if this was a final destination for me, and I could tell this by looking at it. I don't recall what the sign said fully, but I do recall it used a nickname of mine people have given me ("Loaf" a missaying of Life), and I looked around and at Darth Vader again. He didn't have much else to say, so I thanked him for his advice and said maybe I'd use it again later. Then I hopped out of the car and walked up to the shack, and as I was in the process of doing so...

My eyes opened and I hopped out of bed to get my coffee and write up this journal!

I found myself at an apartment or house that I didn't recognize. My father , mother and brother were with me and a few others I did not know. I became lucid when I realize I no longer had a room and yet found myself in one. I could see at my laptop where some of my anxiety was coming from. I tried several times to phase through the window. It did not work.

I then went downstairs and went through the door. I am now at my old town house walking. It was a nice sunny day and I decided to walk and ask myself, why am I having a lot of anxiety or nervousness. The inability to relax. However as I spoke to the sky no one answer me back.

It was then I felt my lucidity slip me and I went in to non lucid.

It's been some time since I last had a lucid dream. This morning I woke up in Hell.

I found myself waking up in a strange bed in a strange home. I don't know how I got there but I was not in fear because I felt I somehow belonged there. A person I didn't know came up to me and I felt I was with a friend when he asked me if I slept good. I asked him how long I was out and he replied it was for quite awhile. I said I was thirsty and would like some orange juice, so he opened the sliding door out to a patio and said to follow him.

There were large speakers on the patio playing odd music very loudly and he said he needs to collect a glass on a table in this other room across the patio to put the orange juice in. We enter that room which was dark except for the light coming in from the patio and the room appeared to be a dining room. The glass he picks up is seriously filthy and he says "of course I'm going to wash it first." So I follow him to the kitchen and he only rinses the glass then fills it with OJ and hands it to me with a smile. "Enjoy!" he says. I take a small sip and began to feel dizzy. Spotting a day bed near a table, I had to sit down but instead I lay down and pass out. When I awake, he is with me and I apologize for napping there but he said it was not a problem and was happy to see me fully awake. "You like horses, right?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Come, I have something to show you."

So I follow him outside and up a small steep hill is a dilapidated barn and going up the hill to it is his father on horseback followed by two small children. When I reach the barn with my friend, his father is bringing the mare to its foal. Hanging from the rafters by chains are two bleached skeletons of foals. "She's been spitting them out like rabbits" he says, "but we're not having much luck keeping them alive." I also see three mongrel dogs chained up near the foal just out of their reach but the way they were chained was bizarre cruelty.

One had several meat hooks in its body, each secured to chains. Another had a large fish hook in the corner of its left eye which was swollen shut and a rope was fastened to it. The other was tied up by its collar but it had been beaten severely with bloody scars all over it. The foal attempts to take suck while on its back because it can't rise up and the mares mammaries begin to stretch and droop very surreal like. The children laugh from the entertainment they're experiencing.

As I begin to say to my friend that he could end up in jail for animal cruelty, I realize he's not going to jail for anything but that I am in Hell. That's when I really woke up. I am in Hell. Just look around and see the whole world gone mad. Who is it fanning these flames? The authoritative mainstream media with the power of Hollywood under the direction of the CIA and DARPA which is all controlled by Communist Zionists. Duh. How will this story end? Very ugly I'm afraid, because the poor sheeple would rather be slaughtered than take responsibility for allowing Our Garden and all the children in it be vandalized by these enemies of righteousness and workers of evil. The End.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

It's dark. Suddenly my brother's thoughts are coming to me. I know it's a dream but I don't have the power to act because it's all dark.

Notes: I had more dreams but they ended up forgotten because I did some work and ate breakfast before I wrote in my DJ.

25 ОС. Вопросы другу.
7 декабря 2011

Я шёл с другом по незнакомой местности. Вспомнил про свой план и стал расспрашивать: Ты кто? Как тебя зовут? Друг отвечал медленно, приходилось переспрашивать. Имя он ответил правильно, а вот вместо фамилии сказал нецензурно: "сукин сын". Далее я спросил, что это за местность? Сам же несмотря на то что местность незнакомая воспринимал ее, как знакомую местность О. Друг же ответил: своротка на Б. - тоже реальная местность. Подумал, что у нас разное восприятие сна. Что он скорее всего сейчас спит и видит эту своротку. Далее задал ему два личных вопросов - на один он ответил иносказательно, хотя для меня ответ был понятным, на другой ответил кратко нет. На этом я проснулся.

Выводы:
1. Был уверен, что встретил во сне своего реального друга. В реале друг встречу не подтвердил.
2. Во сне я решил, что разные сновидящие по разному видят местность сна.
3. Забавно, что друг назвал вместо своей фамилии матершиное сочетание слов.

25 LD. Questions to a friend.
December 7, 2011

I walked with a friend in an unfamiliar area. I remembered my plan and began to ask: Who are you? What's your name?
A friend answered slowly, had to ask again. He answered the name correctly, but instead of the last name he said obscenely: "son of a bitch."
Then I asked what kind of terrain is it? Himself, despite the fact that the unfamiliar area perceived it as a familiar area O. The friend replied: the turnaround to B. is also a real place.
I thought that we have a different perception of dream. That he is probably sleeping now and sees this roll.
Then I asked him two personal questions - he answered allegorically to one, although for me the answer was clear, to the other he answered briefly no. On this I woke up.

Findings:
1. I was sure that I met my real friend in a dream. In real life, the friend did not confirm the meeting.
2. In a dream, I decided that different dreamers differently see the terrain of dream.
3. It is amusing that a friend named instead of his surname an obscene combination of words.

24 ОС. Двойник за окном.
7 декабря 2011

Осознался у себя дома на кухне. Попытался найти спрайтов, чтобы задать вопросы кто ты? Что это за место? и т.п Так как спрайтов не оказалось решил задать вопрос вслух. Раздался голос. Эффект такой будто часть моего сознания на эти же вопросы и отвечает, но несёт бессмысленный бред. Тогда я подошёл к окну и увидел какое-то двухэтажное здание и в нём был Я (мой двойник). Всё это на уровне окна, при условии, что я живу на 4 этаже - явное искривление пространства. Я задал пару личных вопросов - тот я ответил, но тут меня выкидывает в мою спальню. Ответы я не запомнил. Начинаю тереть дорошку руками, чтобы закрепиться. Тактильные ощущения реальны. Но увы не получилось - зачесалось физическое тело. Проснулся.

Выводы:
0. 7 декабря я видел два ОСа за ночь.
1. Столкнулся с эффектом голоса сновидения.
2. Увидел за окном с 4-го этажа здание. Причем второй этаж этого здания, был наравне с 4. Явное искривление пространства.
3. Видел своего двойника в том здании.
4. Тактильные ощущения реальны. Но закрепиться не удалось.

24 LD. Double outside the window.
December 7, 2011

Confessed at home in the kitchen. To ask questions, who are you? What kind of place is it? It did not turn out that he decided to ask the question out loud. There was a voice. The effect is as if a part of my consciousness answers the same questions, but carries senseless nonsense.
Then I went to the window and saw some kind of two-story building and in it was I (my double).
All this at the window level, provided that I live on the 4th floor - a clear curvature of the space.
I asked a couple of personal questions - that I answered, but then me throws me into my bedroom. I did not remember the answers.
I begin to rub the powder (carpet) with my hands to gain a foothold. Tactile sensations are real. But alas, it did not work out - the physical body was combed. Awoke.

Findings:
0. December 7, I saw two LD per night.
1. Faced with the effect of the voice of a dream.
2. I saw a building outside the window from the 4th floor. Moreover, the second floor of this building was on a par with 4. Explicit curvature of space.
3. I saw my double in that building.
4. Tactile sensations are real. But failed to gain a foothold.

I typed this up in great detail, and then the page reloaded and didn't save any of it. SO here's the much shorter run down.
MCT oil, raw honey, melotonin, and tincture blend (African dream root, bobinsana root, blue lotus, calea z, mugwort, lemon balm, damiana) around 10:45, asleep by 11. Multiple dreams and multiple Lucids, woke up several times but the dreams continued each time, so here's the important stuff I remember.

Theres a party in my apartment, lots of people are hanging out. Someone does a hit of coke in my kitchen, causing me to question the situation. I look at my hands. Tooooo many fingers. I tell someone else to look at her hands, she agrees with me, this is a dream.
I go to my room to go to bed, the apartment is empty now, my roommate says something to me. I look at my hands again, yes this is still a dream. I grab some pillows off my bed, sit on the floor to meditate. Several Om Mani Padme Hums later, I open my eyes. My room is no longer my bedroom, but a concrete industrial type room with floor to ceiling windows on the two outward facing walls. This is sharper, more in focus than any lucid dream I've had in a long time, the meditation was well worth it. I decide to seek the McDouble I've been after in several of my last lucids. I turn toward the windows, expecting to break one and jump out, but to my surprise theres a window that opens easily, and a staircase leading to the ground. I walk down, and think of the task of the month. A breeze starts up, cooler and fresher than it has any right to be.
As I walk through this city scape, I look at the DCs and am aware they are simply projections of my subconcious. I lock eyes with one, he knows what I am thinking.
Strawberries grow like weeds against a building. I pick some, a nearby tree whacks me with its branches, these are not my strawberries.
I see my families old tan van, I climb in, find Mcdonalds bags (clearly full of trash). I search one anyways, hoping to find a McDouble. My mother is in the drivers seat, says she'll take me to a McDonalds. She drives, and as she is on a collision course with a wall, I close my eyes. I open them, and now we're at McDonalds. We're so close, my McDouble dreams are coming true. I place my order, get my burger, take several bites so big I finish nearly half the sandwhich at once. No ketchup. I wander the store, find a ketchup bottle on a shelf, douse my burger, take some more bites. Perfect.
I sit at a long table, my mother to my right, the people from the party filling the other seats. Soon we are all eating chocolate covered strawberries, which are much tastier than the burger. My mother and I fight about my unhealthy eating habits, but I tell her this is a dream and I can eat whatever I like. She leaves.
I wake up for the final time.
During one of the times I woke up, I had my usual false awakening during which I thought I was writing in my DJ, only to wake up and find out that never happened. This occurs at least once every night.