lucid

10-14-09

Brief LD yesterday.

Didn't do much except look around and observe. RC was floating.

10-05-09

I had two LDs this morning doing WBTB. Mostly flying. Also dream control changing the color of clothing. I'm still good.

9-21-09

Oh, and I did have a mini lucid dream last night. I mustn't forget to mention that.

I was walking up onto college campus that was supposed to be my college. I saw people walking toward the large parking lot holding instruments. I thought, "Wow, I remember I used to do that. That's where we would practice our field shows."

And then as I looked the people seemed out of date. I could see that a lot of them had 80's hair styles and clothes. I started taking a really good look at each of the people that passed me. I started to realize that this wasn't real... that it was just a dream. I was amazed that I was able to see so much detail on each person. And for the remainder of the dream I just people-watched.....thinking how cool that it was that my brain was able to create things so perfectly.

I first appeared in a casino. I'm walking around the casino game rooms looking for my family. There were several people around the halls and rooms. I don't remember hearing any noises. I walked around the casino searching for any of my family members. I only found one. It was my older sister, looking for the rest of the family too. We both decided to split up and look for them together. She walked towards the direction behind me and I walked towards the direction behind her. I continued walking until I came to a big, noisy hall filled with people. Most of which were laying on the floor or sitting on it. I didn't know what was going on. I met some people and shook some of their hands, I even made a couple of friends. But after this, something totally strange happened. The scenario changed and I was now in the backyard of the home I lived in. There was some kind of a party going on, with some people I have never heard of before. Most of these people were teenagers around 15 years of age. There were also a group of little girls hanging around the front porch of the home.

I walked around the home to see if I could find anything of interest. I found a group of teenagers, so I decided to hang around with them. There was this kid I told something to. As we were walking to the front yard of the home, I had told him how boring my real life was. I also mentioned how much better a dream world was. I tried my best to not wake up. Still, I wasn't sure if I was lucid. We stopped right in front of the home porch and found the group of little girls. One went running up to me and hugged me. I was hoping she wouldn't bite me. I felt as if I saw this little girl on television before. I heard a noise behind me coming from the garage. It was my father closing the front garage door. There was something I needed in there or just a place I wanted to hang around in.

Me and the group of teenagers walked towards the front yard and I noticed the time of day was bright. I was still able to see things and people clearly. I was first hopping around the front yards to see if there was anything in other yards of other homes. I was using matrix wall abilities to run on the sideways of walls. As I was jumping and running, I did find a home which looked interesting. There was a dalmation dog in a backyard. It was just looking at me. I stared around the area it was in and felt it would be a bad idea to go there. Perhaps there was something else lurking within.

Me and the teenagers were in the front yard for a few minutes longer. At one point, I yelled out saying, "Who's dream is this?" I kept on yelling it until I got an answers. I had no clue it was my own dream. I stared at the street in front of me and saw two cop cars pass by observing our actions. The front gate was opened. I walked in front of the gate and stared at the narrow street. I found two girls walked down towards our location. I did not know who one of them was but the other one, I remember. I remember her from piano class my senior year of high school. Her name was Valerie. I walked slowly towards the street and rushed up to Valerie and confronted her. I grabbed each of her shoulders with both my hands and asked her, "Is this your dream?" I shook her. I kept on shaking her until I received an answer. She was trying to escape. I carried her by force over to the home I was in but I was struggling. A few dogs were after me. A pit bull was one of them. Once the pit bull got a little close to me, I grabbed its upper and lower mouth and stretched them apart from each other and broke the mouth. I continued carrying Valerie over to the house. The pit bull was still alive. I hurried over to the house as fast as I could and when I finally stepped in to the property, I closed the front gate. I left one of the teenagers outside the property though. As I was locking the gate, the pit bull was attacking the teenage boy. I watched the scared teenage boy as he struggled to get himself loose of the dog.

I carried a bucket over to the front door of the house. The bucket was supposed to be Valerie. I carried the bucket all the way in to the room I lived in. The house was dark, so I had to be cautious. I brought the bucket in to my room and closed the door behind me. I turned on the lamp next to my bed and struggled to turn on the fan lamp. I couldn't turn it on. I quickly walked over to the box(now it was a box), but noticed the area around me was still completely dark. I ignored it and as soon as I got in front of the box, I always had a thought that Micheal Myers was behind me. I ignored those thought and slowly opened the box. Before I got it opened, I woke up to a phone call ringing in the living room.

After swimming through the 4th mezzanine in a succession of many-tiered gazebos in Ruidoso, NM, believing I had done so once in the past, Barbara told me she could feel our dream beginning to end. I told her that I felt like I had a few more minutes. So I asked a tender of some sorts to hand me a pen and paper so I could begin to sketch our underwater gazebo. I got the top tier, a couch and some dogs before I woke up.

I was somewhat lucid in there, I think?

I was back at Pacific Fire Festival (festival for the fire art artist) but this time Allen and I had brought along the whole group; Leo, German, Dina, Izra, Stephany, Yeva. We had been trying to pick out a good spot to camp and since our perfect location last year was too small for all of us they all decided on a horrible location. Instead of being nestled between the forest and the ocean, they chose horrible event camping like there was at Electric Forest last year. Our neighbors were these two guys I went to high school with. I tried to talk to them and for some reason they had totally blown me off. This sort of overwhelmed me and I said that there was no way in hell that I was going to camp there. I decided to set out foot on my own for a new place where all of us could fit. For a while I was just going to different camping areas and seeing how full they were, this lasted a while. As I continued it started to get dark, really dark. Soon enough I was walking in pitch black alone but still I was determined to find a spot. In the distance I could see lightening hitting, once about every 5 seconds. With each hit I noticed that it was striking closer and closer to me and I was walking right towards it. I felt a sense of danger and began to run the opposite direction. As I ran I couldn’t see anything in front of me and eventually I ran directly into a tree that seemed to bend and curve to my body as we collided. Even in that moment I had a sense that that was strange but I just continued to run. I saw a dim light coming from a small building in the distance and I knew that I would find Allen in there. When I got inside the are seemed slightly fractal as if I were on shrooms or something. I started to explain the lightening danger I was just in and then without any doubt or doing a single reality check I knew that I WAS DREAMING!!! Instantly the dream shifted and I was driving a car on a rock side cliff road really fast. Recently when I became lucid I was doing this same thing but not on a rock side cliff and I chickened out from seeing what would happen if I let myself crash. I had this strange feeling that I was somehow given a second chance and meant to experience this. I decided to go for it. I did a quick nose plug breathing reality check just to make sure before I drove full speed into the rock wall but instead of the car just crashing I gently bounced off of the wall, straight up into the air. As I made my decent down towards the ground, the ground acted like a marshmallow and I sank right into a new dream setting. AMAZING!! I have never been gifted in teleporting in dreams but I think that’s because I always try Allen’s method of drawing a portal in the air with your finger. I then came up with this realization in the dream that I have to find my own way to portal to a new dream and that crashing could be a great method for me (I am sure this isn’t good for everyone as the excitement might wake them). My new setting was awesome. I was in a dense tropical forest lush light greens, rocks, and a flowing river. I was there with a group of explorer DC’s, all of us dressed in that stereotypical tan explorers shorts, shirts, and hats. As we walked over some rocky area I noticed that I could slam my feet into the rocks beneath me and they would compress under my foot like a marshmallow. If I pushed hard enough I would be stepping into a gewy white center of the rocks. I bent down to taste the gewy centers and it tasted just like a marshmallow after you have cooked it in a fire. I was laughing and felt so pleased by this bizarre little world, just like a child might. My DC’s were pretty quite and I was loudly carrying on to them about how amazing lucid dreams are and about all the strange places they could take you. I would find something like a leaf or a rock in the dense forest and describe to them (really to myself) about how it can be exactly like in waking life and how you have the ability to shift it if you wish into something totally different. Finally we reach this very mall dock with an assortment of 2 to 3 person boats tethered on. I chose a two person boat and picked out a female Dc to company me. I plopped into the boat and some water trickled in do to my jump. She climbed into the boat with me and we started to set sail down the river. I was taking not of the almost greenish yet still very clear water bellow me and how all the trees were making arch ways of foliage so dense above us that you wouldn’t see the sky. I felt a sense of calm and power here. I wake.

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

Bedtime 9:15PM-5AM
Naproxen 550MG (Tension headache), 1 glass apple juice, bedtime SSILD

Lucid #94

I layed down and did a little SSILD pre sleep while my wife was feeding the baby next to me. I almost immediately found myself in a short hazy and fuzzy LD. I thought about this a lot to make sure it wasn't a half-dream or HH/HI. I am pretty sure it wasn't but it was a poor quality dream.

I am sitting in a folding chair. There are rows of them around me. The chairs are full of old people. I am trying to go to sleep in the chair. Begin to get worried that the people around me will think I am crazy especially when I fall over asleep. I was really emotional about it then I realize it was a dream and it didn't matter. I am shocked at this and that's when I open my eyes fully awake and notice it had only been minute or two. I suppose I should have done an RC to be sure but it was pretty solid.

Parents 2:27AM
Something about college. My parent pick me up. I have some pills in the car. I don't want them. I give a huge bottle of Tylenol to my dad. He was like sure I'll take them. Then I have something called Citrate. I read the word clearly on the bottle. I decide to keep these. I think they extend the effect of melatonin. There was something about a hooker earlier. I told her I would me her someplace specific. I hope my parents don't go there because she will recognize me. I tell my mom who is driving to go straight. We go up a large pipe and it Ts off.
Then the dream changes and I wake up. I had been kidnapped and there are all these crazy people around me acting like zombies. I have to fight my way out with random children s toys. The whole thing feels like it had happened to me before.

2:30AM WBTB- Apple Juice, Bathroom, SSILD

I close my eyes waiting for the first imagery to appear. I fell asleep before anything else. I think next time I should maybe mantra a bit instead of lying there with a blank mind.

Smoke and candy 6:06AM

I am working at the 13th ST plant again. It's now moved in rl. I go to the gas station accross the road. I want to smoke. I wait in line some and then look for Prime Time cigars. Some tells me those are nasty and to buy some other brand. I think it was "Twisters" I ask for one and see that I am also buying a bunch of candy.

11-13-2012 -- More to this in the beginning that I can't remember, as usual. I'm pretty sure I am in the Hickory House, except it doesn't have the right layout, and areas are much bigger. As I am wandering the house, I am watching something on TV, and it seems to involve what seems to be a balloon sculpture, except I grab it and it seems to be something else made to look like a balloon sculpture, a sort of prop.

It is three 260s braided together into a straight stick, but the braiding somehow makes it more aerodynamic, so it should be able to be tossed around a room and fly really well. [Though I haven't looked into it in real life for years, I think this is actually true.] The prop has some kind of balloon creature riding it, but I am more interested in the braided part. I can't try it out because it isn't really made of balloons, but I decide I want to make the same thing, and try it.

Problem is, as I start looking for my balloons, my mom tells me to use hers, instead, and points me at a huge 'bag' of balloons on the couch. She explains that Pioneer Balloons gave it to her for a give-away at a lecture she is giving at the clown section of a convention. This thing is massive, probably about two feet by two feet, and contains probably 15 times the amount of balloons my apron carries (and my apron carries around 2,000 balloons), and I am amazed and jealous that they have given this to her to use, then give away.

How can she have this and be giving a class at a balloon convention as a clown, when she has only been doing this for a couple of years, while I have been doing this much longer, and have never been asked to do so? But neither here nor there. I go to grab some blue balloons (a sort of royal blue color, a shade lighter than the basic dark blue) and they stretch more than they ought to. I decide not to try and mouth inflate, with my air and vocal chords as they are, and go looking for a pump, but the first one I find has a huge tip, and I know I could never stretch the balloon over it. The second one is a regular balloon pump, and works fine for me.

Problem is, as I start to blow up the balloon, perhaps a 10" section of balloon fills up, then starts bulging horribly before it pops. I start to stretch the other balloons slightly, and they are like pulling warm taffy. I try to grab more from mom's balloon bag, but they are all in the same condition, either badly made, or very old, with no strength and stability left, so I don't get to blow any up and try the designs. I am explaining all this to mom, while asking where the balloon prop came from.

She explains that some guy named 'Charlie' comes by every couple of days and drops off some balloons he has made for the local kids. I have no idea who Charlie is, but it is nobody I know. Suddenly we are at the convention (it is either an FCM convention or a balloon convention that has made a point to invite non-ballooning clowns to try and teach them) and I am wandering around, visiting with balloon artists I know, while having to admit I don't know where my balloons have vanished to.

I visit with Don Caldwell for a few minutes, and he is working on some great new designs he plans to use in a combination lecture and show tomorrow, then I find myself visiting with Joe White. Meanwhile, it is just a day or two before Halloween, and mom is talking about how she isn't taking her gig at the weird mall-like fun center that I've dreamed about making balloons at several times before, because she doesn't expect many people there on Halloween. Several others are trying to explain that this is one of their busiest days of the year, but she just won't listen.

It is quite late in the evening, and several of the balloon artists are talking about going out to a bar or nightclub for a little drinking and partying, and I'd really like to come along, but I start to realize that while I know these people, like them, and they sometimes teach me some designs, none of them are actually friends, and none want me along for the party. Bummer. I'm regretting Dale just went home from a Disney visit, because it means he's not going to have the time off to go to the convention, and I'm going to be all alone. Double bummer. [True ... my best friend Dale was just here in Florida for two weeks, and just went home ... part of why almost none of my dreams have been posted for the last couple of weeks.]

As the balloon artists head off to the bar, I just wander the streets. I am singing some sort of old classic song (perhaps Putting on the Ritz, but really, I think the song changed several times even as I was singing it.) As I sing the first line, I find myself walking next to several punk-looking teens, and I am embarrassed, so I switch to whistling. When I am whistling the last line, one of the teens sings it out (though by this point the last line may have been 'So happy together') and when the other punks glare at him, he says something like "What? It was a great song, and he sang that first line of it very well!"

One of the other punks pulls a small tray of Stouffer's mac and cheese out of the microwave, and spits on it to show what he thinks of this. I make some sort of smart-alec comment about how he has no musical taste, and I, for one, don't want any of the mac and cheese either, thank you very much! The others laugh and agree, and he gets mad and throws it at me, getting mac and cheese all over my shoes. I walk off down the street, trying to wipe the shoes clean.

Spoiler for Becoming lucid and sex:

As I walk down the street, I find myself approaching three more teens, two guys and a girl. They are probably 17 or 18, not super-young. The girl is a very attractive blonde, with flowing, long blonde hair, an attractive face, and a pair a nicely formed, nicely-sized breasts, probably C cups. I know this because she is not wearing a top. As I walk past them, I am trying to get as good of a look as I can without staring and gawking.

As I walk past I find myself thinking 'that's illegal. She could get in trouble for that, and while somebody that age might run around half-nude on a dare or a prank, they would not be so cool and uncaring about doing so in public in front of a stranger. I must be dreaming!'

I hold my hand in front of me, and start trying to stretch my fingers. Nothing happens. I bend down and try to push my fingers through the curb I am standing next to, and again, nothing happens. Yet I am convinced I am dreaming. I lift my hand to my face and start looking closely at my fingers. Several of them have been cut off, and end in stumps. Yet at the same time, they are whole and complete. One is bent off at a weird angle, like it is broken, yet at the same time it is perfectly straight and normal. 'This is more like it,' I think. (Was doing some reading about Schrodinger's Cat recently, which may explain the fingers both being there and not.) I am so excited to have proof that I am dreaming, that I start to walk on air, actually kind of dancing around perhaps 6 inches off the ground.

I quickly turn to follow the cute half-nude teen, and in the few seconds it takes me to catch up with her, we are all now standing in a crowd at a cross between a playground and a ball field. We're at bleachers outside a short chain link fence surrounding the softball field. The girl was was half-nude is now in a uniform, preparing to play, as is getting younger before my eyes. She is now probably 16, maybe even 15, but still very hot, and in the dream, I just don't care.

I make a comment about how disappointing it is that she got dressed, and it just means more work for me, then I pull her close and start to kiss her. Being as it is my dream, she has no objections, and starts to return my kisses as I start to remove her clothes. We break the kiss for a moment as I pull her shirt over her head, and then kiss again as I start to pull down her pants.

The crowd around us are not as upset as they should be, but the game is about to start, and as I release the kiss and begin to strip off my pants and undies, her mother is urging her to run off to the field, as the game is about to start. She does, seemingly unconcerned that she is running onto the field, naked.

I'm a little upset about this, and turn to glare at the mother. After all, I was just about to have a lot of fun! But then I see the mother, and I really don't mind. She looks much like the daughter, long blonde hair, gorgeous face, even more stacked. She is perhaps around 37 to 40, and a complete knock-out. I am now nude, and I just grab her shoulders and gently push her to her knees, then shove my erection into her mouth. She just starts sucking on it.

Problem is, the dream isn't a very good dream. She's sucking like a vacuum cleaner ... even sounding kind of like one, but I'm not getting nearly as much feeling as I ought to be, from it. Meanwhile, we're in the middle of a crowd, but they can't quite see what is going on. The lady's husband wants her to come and sit with him to watch the game, and doesn't understand why she is on her knees. Even if he somehow can't see my dick in her mouth, I am halfway surprised he doesn't figure out what is going on just from her face being right in my crotch.

She seems slightly confused as she tries to respond to him, showing she herself doesn't really realize what is going on and she slurps her way off me and tries to answer him. I just push my way back into her mouth. But as I start to remove her clothes, people are having a harder and harder time not noticing what is happening, and keep approaching us. Finally, I gently wave a hand at them, and speak in a kind of hypnotic voice. I tell them they can't see us, and for a few minutes they won't even remember the woman was with it. They kind of drift away to start watching the game.

By this point, I have all the blonde's clothes off, and she is spread eagle on the ground in front of me. I start to press a large thingy into her slit, but disconcertingly, one of her legs has separated from her body. It is still moving in rhythm to what we are doing, but there is a gap of about an inch between it and the rest of her body. And still there is not nearly the amount of sensation there ought to be.

And meanwhile, though it has only been a minute or two, people are starting to gather around us, wanting to know what is happening. The husband seems to be actually figuring things out, and though it is hard for him to override what I told him, he is starting to try and get mad. So I wave my hand again, and in a more annoyed hypnotic voice am telling them they will forget she even exists for fifteen minutes. They start to drift off, but almost immediately are turning back to us again. So I wipe their minds of all memory of everything, with no time limit, figuring when I finish, I'll give them their memories back.

Problem is, it is even affecting the blonde I am with, and with no memory of anything, she is just laying there. There is almost no sensation, anyway, and this becoming completely meaningless. "Fine!" I snap, petulantly. I wave my hand and the woman is on her feet, completely dressed, as am I. She and the others wander away to the ballgame, and I just walk down the street, trying to think of something else to do, since I still know I am dreaming.

I don't know exactly how the idea comes into my head, but I somehow decide it would be fun to ride the Corkscrew, a roller coaster that used to be at Knott's Berry Farm, but was removed something like 20 years ago. I just start staring down the road, and a little in the distance, a mountain starts to come into being, and slowly the Timber Mountain Log Ride begins to appear, logs plunging down the long drop and splashing into the water. I can just barely see hints of the highest part of the Corkscrew's lift hill behind it.

I walk around the mountain and into the Roaring 20s section, but it takes some work. I have been kind of pulling this out of my mind and forcing it into the world, so things are sort of super-imposed on each other. As I try and walk into the Roaring 20s section of the park, I am walking under the freeway overpasses that were already here when I started to pull the rides into existence. Kind of neat, kind of weird, seeing freeway lanes filled with cars just disappearing into the sides of the log ride and the mine train areas.

As I move further in, I can now see almost the entire ride in front of me. But it isn't quite right. The cars should be red white and blue, but they seem to be green and yellow, and instead of riding on top of the track, they are hanging underneath, a suspended coaster. But the track itself seems right, and I am more than willing to try the Corkscrew as a suspended coaster.

A few problems, though. At first I can't find the entrance area, and when I finally do, the lines are very, very long. At one point, where the track dips to near the ground, after the lift hill and just before going into the corkscrews (the real layout of the ride), the ride almost seems to merge with the line, and people are just kind of being sucked into it. But when I get there, nothing is happening.

I decide to just bypass the line, and half-jump, half-fly up to the loading station, but as I do, the ride seems to have just shut down for the day, and there are no more cars on the track, so no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get a ride. Very frustrating!

[Oddly, while there was a lot of lucid stuff in the dream, a lot of cool dream powers and impossible things, still nothing actually worked out, and there was a lot of frustration throughout, as well. Doesn't change the fact that it was a very long, detailed, and interesting dream for me.]

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There was another very long and detailed dream earlier in the night, but unlike this one, I couldn't remember much of it. I know there were some Harry Potter bits, and lots of repetition and boring bits. I also eventually found myself in a sort of higher-class version of the Adventurers Club, sitting on a large, ornate staircase leading into the main salon wearing either a bathrobe or towel. Either way, I am probably going to be half-nude as I stand up. A couple of anonymous female performers here, and some annoying interactions with BC for some reason. Might be interesting if I could remember it in full, but as it is, not worth much.

So i have heard that wearing a nicotine patch to sleep will aid in creating more vivid dreams. Last night i wore a 21mg over 24 hours patch to bed and here are my results. Dreams are weird. I did experience my 3 dreams during REM sleep, consistently waking after each dream. Though i cant recall the first dream entirely but i know it made no sense (which isnt expected but whatever). My second dream was about me fighting two guys, one guy i used to work with (who is a skilled karate fighter in which we always used to talk about fighting, like everyday) and i was whooping his ass like all haymakers to the face and he had his guard down the whole time, which would never happen in a real fight with him, but it was strange because we were acting but it seemed so real. The second guy i was doing the same, all haymakers to the face and i have no clue who he was lol. but after the fighting stopped we switched scenes to talking to the first guy in his office ( just like i used to when i worked with him) about how if it was a real fight he would destroy me lol. Then i woke up only to fall back asleep moments later and fall into my third dream. My third dream was somewhat vivid and of course weird, i was back at my previous job (which i just got fired from in October and wish i hadnt of fucked it up, best job ever) and i was working with my boss, he was showing me this tool that i know isn't actually there at the shop but he wanted me to sharpen the blade on it and i had to disassemble it to access the blade on this weird tool. so i got the thing taken apart and had the blade ready to sharpen and when i put it in a clamp and got the grinder ready to sharpen it is when i woke up. This is my first night actually giving a shit about dreams and actually trying to remember them and actually logging them, so with that being said i don't believe that at any point i attained lucidity, although at one point in my first dream ( the little fragments i remember) i did look down at my hands and they only had four digits and at that point i woke up so maybe for a few seconds i was lucid... i dont really know for sure. all i know is my dreams ( the ones that i have remembered in the past) are always fucking weird. and i cant wait to log more.

The first thing I remember is that I got out of bed and started on my way down the hall to the bathroom. I remember it was still pitch black outside. This was probably caused from waking from a previous REM cycle and noticing hwo dark it was. Anyways, I made my way to the bathroom and as I got there this feeling that I was dreaming grew and grew.

I then looked into the mirror and although I already knew I was dreaming somehow, told my reflection that I was definitely dreaming, just for reassurance I suppose. I then remember immediately deciding to work on my major dream goal. I started downstairs and decided to search outside. I knew it would be cold outside (I was still in my pajamas), but when I went outside, it was slightly chilly, but not really that bad. I figured my dream powers were finally working for me, not against me, and then I felt nice and toasty. I proceeded barefoot down our driveway through the snow, on a search for them.

I can't recall at this point if there were any DC's, but I believe I may have come across some, however, learning from my previous experience, I simply ignored them and they went away. Finally, I came across a ton of cars all lined up on our driveway. I started running to try and get through them all and get back to my search, but whenever I ran the dream faded. I had to resort to walking through all these cars instead and hoping no one bothered me.

As fate would have it however, some random idiot just had to jump out of his car and start following me trying to strike up a conversation. I turned around to tell him to get the heck away from me (cause he was just an annnoying DC), but around this time the dream faded and that is as far as I can remember.

Sadly... in this dream I had perfect control, remembered my major dream goal immediately, got started looking even, but in the end another stupid DC ruined it all!! Grr... Why... can't... I... just... complete.... this.... goal!?!?!!?!

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

Bedtime 9PM-5AM

Apple Juice, Bedtime SSILD

No recall until after WBTB

WBTB around 3:30AM, Bathroom then straight to bed. No additional aids. SSILD/WILD

FA: Foiled Again!

I know I put this in RED but I am not adding it to my lucid count. I was so so close though. If I had not given in to the FA...

I had strong HH and entered what I call the half-dream. I am walking around waiting for the dream to form. I can feel my body in the bed. At some point it begins to feel more real. I can loudly hear my foot steps like I am walking on gravel on asphalt. I got this same sound once before. I feel like I am kicking my legs in the bed as I am walking. I am unsure if this is real so I stop. I think about the lucid task I want to do. I want to look at a playing card and see if it matches with the random one I have blindly tucked away in the bookcase in rl. Before I can even act on it I feel SP grip me. It is mild and I pause for a bit and then start my usual visualization of my feet going over the side and touching the floor. It feels real but then it disappears. I feel like I am laying in bed still so I roll. I only get to my side and stop. I think that I really woke up. I am half sitting up in bed on one elbow but I never moved that way. I notice later too that I moved way to easy. Not at all like real life.I did not realize any of this and I gave up. Then out of habit I did a half assed nose plug RC. I am pretty sure I blew through but didn't realize it at the time. I fell into non lucid dreams.
I was really disappointed because I should have enough experience that I really shouldn't be falling for this. How many times must I learn that ANYTHING after SP is probably not real?


The first one I was riding my bike in my old childhood neighborhood and I follow some kid down a trail.

Then I have some stupid sex dream about a bearded woman who keeps going on about being a virgin. I think that's probably because you have a beard.

Something about being at my ex inlaws house. I hear the ex MIL say how R got offered a CEO position. I think how she lies all the time and don't believe her.

I was in a room with strange technology. Someone was learning dream control with electricity. She was getting zapped by a box and some voice was instructing her. I walk by and touch the box and it shuts down. I say, "I believe you." And walk away smugly. I think how they should have made the electricity with insulation.

Jungle Fever

I was at my grandparents, though it looked completely different. I saw a barn type structure, though it was just a long shed.

I then noticed that the shed was gone. This was a throwback to a tree that I grew up knowing at my grandparents house, but one year they had to cut it down.

I was disappointed, but then found a pin. It was used for compost, but it was empty now, and the ground was rich. I thought I could raise chickens in that pin.

Dream Skip

I'm in bed. A naked black girl is sitting on the floor with her back against my bed. I commented on her olive skin. She was black, but she also had some heritage from a country where skin is dark, but not black.

I asked if she would come to my bed. She asked why? She continued answering saying something like, "So I can be up there with you?"

I then realized this was a dream. I also realized I didn't have much time. I somehow knew that my alarm had already gone off once and would sound again within 5 minutes, which is the interval in which it sounds.

I quickly got out of bed and pulled my underwear down. I picked her up and put her in the bed. She was heavy. I picked her up so her head would be on the pillow.

I couldn't believed how pretty her skin was, especially against my white skin. I started to put it in. I got it in a couple inches and my alarm sounded. I woke up.

My alarm was under my pillow. This means it had already gone off once. I picked up my phone and put it under my pillow so that the alarm wouldn't be so loud the second time.

The point of that is to say that I started dreaming within five minutes of waking up for the morning. This is obviously very typical timing, but confirmed.

Lucid
Advanced ToTM
Basic ToTM


I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and suddenly I wonder how I got there. I become lucid and plug my nose to be sure. I get up, start sprinting, and I phase through everything. I figure out that sooner or later I'll end up outdoors. I stop mid-stride because I see a classmate of mine arguing with her boyfriend. Then ZAP!*

I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and I have the feeling this has happened before. I realize I just had this dream a moment ago, and that I even became lucid. Once again, I become very aware of the dream. I try to think of the tasks I wanted to do, and I remember the tasks of the month. I can't find any writing materials, so I walk up to one of the food stalls. It has a small fridge with a clear door, and some drinks inside. It must be very chilly in there because the glass was very foggy with small ice crystals on the surface. I point my finger over the glass, thinking about the word NOVEMBER. I start writing it backwards, creating letters by clearing the crystal fog: R-E-M... Wait what. Why did I write REM? Lol. I try again, successfully this time. R-E-B-M-E-V-O-N. Surprisingly, the letters don't change or morph. I double-check my work two more times, until I am satisfied that I spelt it right.*

I walk away from the stall and think about my next task – hunting a turkey. But before I could do anything...ZAP!

I am in a mall with some friends. I am sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. I immediately become lucid a third time, thinking how weird it is that the dreams seem to be restarted from the same point over and over again. At this point my awareness is quite good, having been lucid just moments ago. I still have my turkey task in mind, so I close my eyes and imagine seeing my preferred weapon beside me when I open them. I reopen my eyes and sure enough, there it is. A 17th century crossbow gun. It looks even cooler in person! It looks brand new, wooden, with little golden details in swirly patterns. I grab it, and at first I fidget with it because I am unsure about how to hold it, plus it was heavier than I expected. I eventually figure it out, and for some reason I forget about the weight. I approach the same food stall I approached for the spelling task. I grab the fridge handle, close my eyes and pull it open. At once, a turkey came out of it, clucking as it trots away. Then another one comes out, and another, and another. Finally, after about 5 turkeys have gone away, I start to run after them with my crossbow. I have my eye on one of the turkeys, which has just turned a corner. I sprint after it, slipping slightly on the floor every few meters or so. I don't even notice all the people in the mall gazing at me.*

The turkey stops by one of the ATM's in the far corner, a few feet from a dude withdrawing money from the machine. I am about 75 meters from it. I aim my crossbow at the turkey, and I fire away. There is a distinct snapping sound as the arrow shoots into the air. I realize I'm a really bad shot, because I didn't hit the turkey. Oh sh*t I just hit the dude. He limps down to the floor without a sound. Without a second thought, I aim the crossbow at the turkey again, with a new arrow magically in place. I fire, and imagine the arrow hitting the turkey. And it does. The arrow pierces the turkey's throat, and it falls to the floor, dead and bloodied. I run up to the turkey (who cares about the dude? ) and I grab it by the leg. Then some bystander who watched the whole thing yelled "WHAT ABOUT THAT POOR MAN YOU SHOT!?" I turn to the bystander, take a step back, and throw the dead turkey at him. He runs away, and I start walking away too, thinking about the awesomeness of what I just did.

I walk to one of the food stalls, looking for something to drink. There is nothing particularly on my mind, so this must be why I start to lose lucidity and eventually drift into a short nonlucid about my family before I finally wake up.

My dream recall has been crap lately, but I had a lucid dream last night. For as happy as I am that I became lucid, I didn't really enjoy this dream as much, for as cool as it sounds.

I was in a Hunger Games sort of situation. I can remember running though the woods being chased by this girl with a handgun. The woods were mostly pine trees, but eventually I burst out into a clearing. The clearing had more shrubbery and smaller plants, and there was a distinct orange lighting to the scene.
When I got into the clearing, I realized that I'd been following a dirt trail that led to a three way junction. It was at about this time that my pursuer opened fire on me. I ran to the left. I was getting tired of running.
I kind of looked up to my left. Bullets were flying by me. Then I said something to myself.
"Well, It doesn't matter if I get hit, I'm dreaming anyway."
I get lucid and immediately stop running. I start to walk back towards the girl. She is still shooting at me, but missing.
I walk closer, and knowing that this is the Hunger Games, I want to kill her. But she shoots me right in the chest. I look down and see the bullet on the ground in front of me.
I walk over in front of her. She is too terrified to run. She drops the gun.
At this point, I kicked her in the chest and pushed her down. I stood on her with one foot. She and I wrestled around for awhile, but it was no contest, me being lucid. I was fighting her off with just one foot.
Eventually, I killed her. I didn't take a good look at this girl until after I killed her. She had an ugly, wrinkly face, a sort of square, fat body, and thin, tangled hair. I can remember her wearing a sort of plaid jacket.
Normally, at this point, I would move onto pursuing one of my goals, but I haven't been focused on lucid dreaming lately, and couldn't think of any. I had this violent impulse. I wanted someone else to fight, someone that would be more of a challenge.
I tried to conjure another combatant. I just wanted them to appear in front of me. I started noticing a fog matching a flesh tone, and it taking the shape of a human body. But at this point, I woke up.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #29: The Lucidity Machine

Wife, dressed in a labcoat, straps me into this huge contraption that we've built called "The Lucidity Machine". She explains that when she turns this on, "you're going to be lucid and the dream will be really pixelly, like an old video game." I tell her that I'm ready. Wife walks over to a huge rocker switch on the wall, flips it, and I'm lucid.

As promised, my view of everything is extremely pixellated, reminiscent of classic Atari games. I'm immediately reminded of Adventure:



I appear to be in a low-resolution version of the same room but Wife is no longer here. I get out of the machine, focusing on sharpening the scene, knowing that it will grow clearer and clearer as I work my way through it. Sure enough, the graphics tighten up with every step that I take and within a few seconds everything's in full clarity.

I walk outside of the building into the sun and my recall gets hazy for a bit here. At some point, I find myself standing in front of a cute bungalo that's surrounded by a broad moat. It has a pleasant garden in front of it and I want to see what's going on in here.

I decide to use a technique that Xanous described in an old DJ entry that I believe he got from Robert Waggoner. Basically, I employ a sort of "targeted flight" where I focus on where I want to go and imagine myself being drawn there rather than on any specific mode of transport, like flight. I focus on a flower in the bungalo's garden and sure enough I'm pulled into a vivid close-up of this bright pink flower.

I hear voices coming from inside the bungalo and my perspective returns to normal. I'm now standing by the front door, safely across the moat. I open the door and walk through a small foyer into a modest bedroom with a window that overlooks the ocean. Two young women in their mid-20s are sitting on a bed taping a video podcast about lucid dreaming. I feel like they must be from DreamViews but they're both strangers to me.

My dream body has sort of faded from my awareness and the two podcasters don't appear to see me, so I just listen. They describe a guy who "built his own lucid dreaming machine" and describe things that I'd done earlier in this dream. I remember them talking about us building the machine in our lab and mentioning something about me hopping on a train (DC nonsense or forgotten scene?)

Suddenly, a group of people in lab counts bursts into the room, completely unnoticed by the podcasters. My friend S from work is part of the group, which is led by an older lady with graying hair. They're an amiable group but they announce that they are here to put a stop to my "abuse" of this "lucidity technology". The gray-haired lady says, "What you did was impressive but now it's gotten out of control." She gestures at the podcasters, and I see that one of them has turned into a 3-foot-tall Asian of indeterminate gender.

Lucidity is probably starting to slip, and I become angry that they want to take this technology away from me. I tell them that they'll never destroy what took years to build. The gray-haired lady says, "You'll find that these things are much easier to destroy than to build." Emotion sweeps me away and I lose my lucidity. I get wrapped up further in this new dream plot but my recall gets very hazy from here.