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I just had one of those lucid dreams where you don't fully realize you are lucid...except you are talking about being in a dream, so you know in retrospect that part of you knew you were dreaming, but not enough to really take advantage of the dream.

Dream:

I was with these girls that were supposed to be my college roommates, and we were stripping down and getting naked and going outside. And I remember pointing out to the others that we were outside where anyone could see us. And a couple of the girls got embarrassed.

But then I pointed out that it didn't matter because this was a dream and nobody else was real (but I was still talking to the roommates as if they were real) and it didn't matter if anyone came by and saw us. That, in fact, I could start shouting for everyone to come look at us (and I did). I pointed out to the girls that the only problem with that would be if my real body really started shouting in my sleep. But I was pretty sure that wouldn't happen. I also told them that sometimes in my dreams I would try to be aware of what my real body was doing. And I stopped and tried to sense my real body...but I wasn't feeling anything but my dream body.

And that's all I remember.

I was confronted by B.K. about some notes I'd written. I was afraid I would be kicked out of the C.S. I was so high. I read the last sentence and it was really weird, though something I might write IWL.

I laughed. B.K. asked why I laughed. I explained it looked like something I would write.
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Girls chest, tank-top, cleavage with goose bumps.
Then puffy brown areola were showing.
My feet were pointing backward trying to touch her breasts.
She moved close enough to barely graze a foot.
I tried to get on the computer and bring up the camera to take video, but I couldn't get to the camera.

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I was driving my bus very high. I couldn't turn the bus, so I stopped.

Then I was in my truck. I parked it and left it, but then was trying to find it again.

I realized I was dreaming, I was in a building trying to get out. I ran down the steps and had a false memory of how to get out.

Outside, I flew to find my truck. My truck appeared up in the air. It was blue, not black, which I found weird, but it was mine. I got in the truck and Bobby Cox was in it. He was the mechanic.

He questioned me about finding my way out of the building, so I said, "I flew up here, didn't I?"

Then the mechanic was Pat C. I went to kiss him (?), then I bit his mouth. I tried to bite clean through his lips. Then I went to bite his whole face/head, and I did.

I started driving down the road trying to find my bus. I was lost, and trying to get somewhere where I at least recognized how to get home.

I saw some people walking down the street. I saw a pretty girl, but I had to pass them. This part was not so lucid.

I was more lucid when I came to a room with white, metal bunk beds. It was about 10 bunk beds high. I saw a deformed child. I flew up the beds, half climbing them. All the beds had deformed, crying children in them.

I couldn't find anyone my age, so I left them.

Then I was with R, my FGF. She gave me ten dollars but I didn't want it. I just wanted to be with her. She turned out to be J. I told her I loved her.

DreamLucidAwake

So a few days or so ago I started to create a tulpa of my dream guide, Krystal. Part of my reason for doing this was to see if she could help me with lucid dreaming even more in some way. I remember she talked a lot when I was half asleep during the night. I can't remember what she was saying, but I think they were mantras. I can't really confirm that, but it makes sense to me.

As far as I know, this dream started off with me being lucid. It's possible stuff happened beforehand, but I don't remember. I was walking with Krystal in the middle of nowhere. Not really sure how to describe it. There was a lot of dirt and a lot of rocks. That's about it. The time was also near sunset, so the sky was pretty at least.

As we walked we came across an area where there were many large stones. They seemed kind of organized and looked as if they used to be structures. My first impression was that we were among the ruins of some old village that had been abandoned or destroyed. As we walked among the ruins we came across what looked like an old wheat field. Oddly, there was still wheat growing. It also had a creepy scarecrow on a post in front of the wooden fence.

Unfortunately Krystal didn't seem to talk much, and for the things she did say, I have trouble remembering. Perhaps I'm just a horrible listener. However, I do remember her saying something related to the wheat field being a massive unmarked grave. She also mention something about construction. Krystal then jumped over the wooden fence and dashed into the field. I was confused at first, but I jumped over the fence too and followed her. When I caught up to her, she was pulling a leg out of the ground. She then dragged the leg back towards the scarecrow. I found an arm sticking out of the ground next to me, so I pulled it out and dragged it back to the scarecrow.

Krystal removed the straw from one of the scarecrow's legs and then shoved the human leg back in to replace it. When she did that, the leg somehow locked into place. I then did the same with the scarecrow's arm and the human arm I found. We then went back into the field to look for more body parts, but time must have skipped here or completely forgot it.

Next thing I know, the scarecrow's straw has all been replaced with human body parts except for the head. Krystal transformed her hand to give herself claws. She took a swiped at the scarecrow and cut off its head. After that, Krystal went back into the field and brought back a pumpkin. She placed the pumpkin where the scarecrow's head would be and asked me to carve it for her. I didn't feel like asking questions, so I transformed my hand to give myself claws and started carving. I decided to try to make it as scary as I could for the fun of it. I gave it glaring eyes, a smile that showed many sharp teeth, and a triangle nose.

As I was doing that, Krystal had pulled out what I would assume is a spell book. She started flipping through it and reading it as a green glow formed around the scarecrow. When she finished reading, she closed the book and the glow disappeared. She then she asked me to ignite a flame inside the pumpkin. So I pointed a finger at the pumpkin's mouth and shot a tiny fireball into it. The pumpkin's face lit up brightly and I felt compelled to just stare at it for a moment. The scarecrow's body twitched slightly, and I immediately jumped back and into a fighting stance. Right when I jumped back, the scarecrow tried to grab me, but it missed. We had apparently brought the scarecrow to life.

The scarecrow detached itself from the pole and walked over to a tree stump. There was a hatchet that had been left wedged into it. It pulled the hatchet out and turned back towards me. For some reason I wasn't thinking too clearly and wasn't sure how to react. The scarecrow then charged towards me at a super fast speed. I finally decided that it would be a good idea to transform into a dragon. Before I had the chance to transform though, he was already right in front of me. He knocked me back across the ground and into a wall. As I got back on my feet, I was kind of dazed and I wondered why Krystal wasn't helping me at all.

The scarecrow appeared in front of me, and before I could even react, he grabbed me with one hand and swung his hatchet with the other. The blade went into the right side of my neck and I felt a sharp pain. The pain at least wasn't as bad as you would expect it to be though. He then wriggled the hatchet back out and then started hacking away at my neck more furiously until it fell off. My head hit the ground and rolled a bit before the scarecrow stopped it. He picked up my head and then smiled. It seemed as though he desired a human head to go with his human body.

My vision was starting to fade when I saw Krystal appear behind him in wolf form. She attacked him and I blacked out. After a moment I heard Krystal's voice telling me to use my illumina spell. It was kind of difficult since I didn't really have a point of focus or a target for it, but I eventually formed a purple light around me. Suddenly I could see again, but it was weird because it looked as if I was wearing a jack-o-lantern over my head. That was kind of close to the truth. I tried turning my head to look around, but I couldn't. Krystal angled me to be able to look up at her. It became apparent to me that I was still just a head and Krystal was carrying me.

Krystal carried me to my body (which was oddly still standing up), and attached me to my neck. I could feel my body again and I had control. I looked around and saw the scarecrow guy lying on the ground headless. Not far from him I also found my head. After putting two and two together, I realized that I had the scarecrow's pumpkin head as my own head now. I felt kind of sick at this point and fell over. I passed out and woke up for real.

Dreaming that I was playing rugby, training with a local club in Australia, then I was in a match playing for Ireland, which is strange given I don't play rugby and am not Irish.
I started off okay but was tiring quickly and I couldn't kick the ball properly very often. In all fairness, I had no idea what I was doing but seemed to play okay.

Remember going back into the changing rooms afterwards and organising to go for a drink with some people.

At some point I was playing basketball on the court near home.

**There was a lot more in my dreams last night, I woke a few times, but recall was bad.

Driving back from changing rooms, there was roadworks and it looked like I had to drive to the left, a policeman was there, he stopped me and had a go at me for being in the wrong lane.
After apologising he became a lot less serious and let me thorough and offered to wash my hands?? He poured this liquid that had the same viscosity as washing up liquid on my hands and I drove off.


Short Lucid dream - broke the 2 week duck!I was standing in my bedroom when my childhood pet cat that has since passed on, walked across the room.
I became lucid straight away, but instead of wanting to explore the dreamscape I spent a couple of mins petting him then followed him to the living room and lucidity was lost.

This was actually a fragment related to Saturday night's lucid dream. I only remembered this portion of the dream today at school.

I was lucid, and in the desert town, with sandstone/mud buildings. I was looking down a street that was a T-intersection. A tank comes in from the right, and fires at me, only once.
I was lucid, and held my hand up. The bullet hit right in my hand and I did not feel anything in my hand. There was a little bit of wind from the blast, but all of the fire and smoke was directed away from me.

Today I had my revenge from my brain that is lately tricking me into illogical fears when in SP, and has led me to waste some good WILDs. So my brain tried to trick me again in an unconscious FA, but I turned the tables.

So I'm having a false awakening, ultra realistic, thought I had woken up. I was laid in my bed thinking. I start hearing my parents' voices from other rooms, but I think "my parents are on a business trip, how the hell can I hear them?" I kept doubting for a little, then I reality checked, and I realised I was dreaming!

I got up ran to the door and before opening it, I thought "how about a lightsaber?" so I reach my pocket and try to visualise it. Shit. Due to excitement of the moment, my dream starts to fade. So I lay on the floor with eyes closed trying to DEILD.

I made it! And it wasn't a reset, I found my dream from where I had left it and kept on with it! I opened the door, walked through the corridor and jumped out of the window. I couldn't fly, I just fell down but wasn't hurt or anything. Suddenly the dream starts to fade, but weirdly! I am suddenly projected on a bike, now 3rd person and I control myself by thought, like a dream-video game! So I realised there was little to do about it and started driving on the streets. Suddenly, the dream collapses.

This dream was really short because I was too excited and had poor dream control. But I fooled my brain back for being a dickhead, so I'm happy!

I think I'm just going to continue revovling involuntarily between every goddamned induction technique they ever came up with. This morning was probably my first DEILD in it's truest sense. I mean, I've woken up and had 2 or 3 WILDs back to back before, but there was always minutes in between, and I didn' enter the dream where it left off. And the dreams were longer. This time I had maybe 5 or 6 (lost count!), and each time I would wake up after a quick 2-3min LD, be awake for a few seconds, then slip right back into the same story, fully lucid. No vibrations, and I didn't always start the LD in my stupid bed for a change! Like the last post, I'm a bit fuzzy on what happened in which dream, except for the first one and the last 2.

I woke up at 6:45am, and got Chris to school, then back to bed at about 7:20. But I tossed and turned for aaaages. I was sick yesterday so I still had cold medicine in me, and my sleep pattern was all jacked up. Not sure when I finally fell asleep.

In the first lucid, I dreamed that I woke up, but I wasn't sure if it was an LD because I didn't have my usual vibrations. I noticed it was super dark out, even though I remember it being light when I went back to bed. I was pretty sure I was lucid, and when I slowly got out of bed with blankets stuck to my back, I knew for sure. I went out the bedroom door and it was super dark. I flipped switches like crazy, to no avail. Then I remembered the flashlight me and CanisLucidus had talked about previously. So I felt my way to the livingroom and felt on an end table, willing a flashlight to appear. I felt something cold and cylindrical and picked it up. There was a little slidy button (like the flashlights we had in the 80's haha), so I pushed it up and it turned on with an ok-ish light. I shined it all over the livingroom, asking out loud "Any vampires in here? I actually wanna get bit. Free meal. Anyone?" Nothing. So I went out the front door and shined the light up and down the block. I saw a short old mexican man across the street. I ran across the street and asked him, with the light on him, if he was a vampire. He said no. So I reached up to touch his teeth in case he was lying, and he backed up saying "Hey leave me alone!" Then I woke up.

I fell right back to sleep and immediately was standing in the hallway, lucid! This time I was blind in my left eye again. I actually put my fingers on my left eye, to feel if maybe the lid was glued shut. It was. I tryed to pry it open, but each time it snapped back shut. I thought to myself, "Hrmm, all this time I wasn't lucid blind, just lucid winking lol." Then I woke up.

Fell asleep, woke up in bed again. Dark again, so I knew I was dreaming again. I was a little frustrated that all these dreams were so short, but thankful that I was popping back into them lucid each time. Still set on the TOTM, I decided to try to use a mirror to find a vampire. Guess which lucid prop decided to finally cock block me. I tried 2 mirrors, and one reflective picture frame, and each time, the mirror pivoted instead of letting me pass through. In retrospect, maybe the space behind could have acted as a portal, since the mirror always pivoted into a dark cube of space in the wall. Anyway, I was too focused on solving the issue, so I just went out the front door again. I still had my flashlight and was shining it all over the lawn, asking "Any vampires out here? Helloooooooo?" Something in my front yard quickly passed through the cone of light from my flashlight, and started to hurry away. The surprise made me drop my flashlight. I said "Hey, stop!" The figure stopped and came toward me, and I struggled to make out his features in the moonlight. He stepped right in front of me and I could see him better. He was a young guy, in his 20's maybe, wearing jeans, a blue hoodie, shoulder-length wavy brown hair. And damn sexy. I asked him if he was a vampire. He smiled and said "yes," and I could see a flash of white, pointy teeth. I said "you can bit me if you want." He asked "Are you sure?" I said "Do it, it's for an experiment." So he said "Okaaaay...." and tipped my head to the left. (Interesting note I just realized: the vampire chic in the last dream went for the opposide side of my neck than the dude.) He bit down on my neck in the traditional spot, and again, it didn't feel like a puncture, more like a super hot hickey. Wow. You guys seriously gotta try this! Then he just slowly urged me down on the grass, and without breaking the bite, started removing our clothes. HELL yeaaaah. I really wanted it. But then I remembered I wanted to see the transition even more than vampire sex ( maybe next time). So I pushed him off and said "Sorry" and ran into the house. I went into the hall bathroom which was already lit up, praise goodness. I looked at my reflection and saw the bite marks, same as last time. I reached up and could feel them too, a little gross but no blood. I felt awakeness start to pull me (ffffuuuuu!), and I woke up, with the image of my reflection staring back at me, burned into my mind.

I immediately went back to sleep (I can only thank my new found ability to ignore feelings of disappointment or dispair in LDs, as they deter from goals. If only I could apply this irl.) Anyway, sure enough, I went right back into the dream staring at my reflection.. same pose and everything, and completely lucid (that's a lucid first for me!) I was determined not to let this one go without experiencing the transition, since I remembered everything from the previous dreams at that point. I opened my mouth and stared at my teeth. After a few moments, my incisors lengthened and sharpened, but they looked like they had rotated 90 degrees. That's odd. I kept watching and those same incisors grew a little longer, and additional sharp growths sprouted from them. I watched as the other teeth did the same thing. I looked at my irises, hoping for some bad ass color change, but they stayed normal. Lol the ONE TIME. I stepped back a bit and opened my mouth a little wider, to see all my teeth. Every one of them was sharp, with tiny barbs protruding from each one. That would make a hell of a bite I'd say! The last thing I saw from that dream before waking up, was staring at my creepy new teeth, with a big wide grin.

I fell back to sleep for what would be the last lucid of the morning. I appeared in the same bathroom, fully lucid. I remembered all the vampire stuff, and even wondered if it would count since it was split up. I looked at my teeth to make sure they were still monstrous, and they were. So I thought I'd add a bonus to this task and go find some hot guy to bite. I left the bathroom, and now the hall looked like the hall of a university building. There were open doors, and rooms full of college students. I walked by one open door and a cute guy was standing right at the opening, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall. I found an open storage closet with a chair covered in a sheet, and I threw him down on the chair. We started making out, and I shouldn't have started with that, because it just made me horny. I started taking his pants off, then mine. I convinced myself that I could have both: the sex and the bite. I was greedy, because I woke up before I could have either. DAMNIT. But also yay!

Black - Narrative/Thoughts
Lucid
Non-Lucid

20 October 18:39

Throughout this long non lucid dream I was beginning to get frustrated with the events which were unfolding. I was standing on a ladder leading onto a little house in the middle of a dessert. Then, without warning, I suddenly questioned why I was dreaming.

I thought that this couldn't be real as I couldn't remember to how I got where I was. So I looked down at my hands and I saw that my pinky and ring finger were attached and slightly bent inwards.

I then said, "I am dreaming!" and I instantly jumped into the sky and started to fly. Flying this time came completely effortless. I stopped and thought about the conversation I had when I was awake with my girlfriend and that I wanted to touch something in my dream and feel it, as well as increase the dreams clarity.I wanted to do this, because in my other LD's I haven't done it and I always read about people experiencing touch and increasing clarity.

I flew to the floor and picked up an empty crisp packet that was conveniently lying there. I put the packet in my hand and began to scrump it up. The sensation I felt was just like I experienced when I was awake. I felt the sharp corners against my palm but it felt more "sharp" and just amazing that I could feel such detail in a dream.

I then went to a lake and tried the water, I felt the coldness of the water, but what was interesting is that I didn't move my hands, but the water felt like it was being brushed over my hands as though I was moving them whilst in the water.

I then shouted, "increase clarity!" but it didn't really make the landscape clearer as such, instead it was like a pulse wave emitting from my body and as it went from me, I could see the waves go past the landscape. As it passed some objects, it created new ones, for example, it left a bush in place of a table when the wave passed it. It didn't make it clearer as such, well it may have, but my attention was drawn to how the landscape was changing in front of me.

I think I went non-lucid after this as I can't remember much more. Also this was a dream in the middle of a long series of dreams, so I am quite amazed I remembered it as it was this morning and I have only had the time to write it down now. Very short LD experience, but one of the most amazing experiences ever.

I had a hard time getting up this morning. I can't remember this dream very well but it was a lucid.

Me and my supposed guide were sitting together. We were in a small stucco house, like one you would expect to see in Egypt or the middle east. We sat at a small wooden table by a window. Out the window, there were several more stucco buildings followed by a mountain range off in the distance.
Man, I would give anything to remember what she was telling me about. I can remember it being some really profound advice about my life. I woke up after we had talked for awhile.

Edited: Learn about my dream guide by visiting my "Ramblings" entry.

First Stage: Avoided.
Second Stage: Fell asleep.
Third Stage: Killed.
Fourth Stage: Killed.
Fifth Stage: Killed.
Sixth Stage: Fell asleep.
Seventh Stage: Main dream

Length: 11 hours real time & ~10 year period 7SLD (seventh stage lucid dream) time. Climax event ~1 week period.

As I fell asleep in an ice chamber guarded by robotic beings to the sound of clashing metal, I awoke in my childhood. I was around eight years old, and I was playing outside with some unfamiliar friends. I have brief flashbacks of playing soccer in the grass field with these friends. My vision pans over to an elderly man, watching with a friendly smile and leaning on his cane, as he watches us play. He's having a conversation with a mother (I'm not sure who's) while they both laugh in amusement. The days seem to pass by in seconds as suddenly I'm in the elderly man's home. A beautiful wooden interior apartment with perfect organization and balanced feng shui. There is an owl clock on the wall of his kitchen, the time is 3:37. The elder man starts telling me a tale that I can't forget.

"A long time ago, this planet was visited by a sibling of the Human race. They appear to look just like us, but they are millions of years ahead of us in both existence and technology. They have told us how to contact them, but they are very difficult to locate due to their nomadic nature. When they visited us, they gave us 3 artifacts, which when used together, could help us locate this elusive race. These 3 devices are remotes. One of them controls time, the other space and the third one grants knowledge. For thousands of years, these remotes have been hidden from civilization, and as my time grows short, it is time to pass on the legacy."

The elderly man opened a wooden drawer and pulled out two strange looking controllers. One looked like the classic controlled popularized by media that a suicide bomber would press to detonate a bomb, and the other one looked very closely too a Wii remote. Both were solid black. He informed me that the detonator one was the remote of knowledge, and the Wii looking one was that of time. He told me that when combined, their unique ability was to control any object, and he explained to me the abilities of each of the remotes. I was taught that they each had a unique symbol given to them in their native language, but were translated simply into English.

X - Space: Grants the user the ability to move and control a defined space with ease.
Y - Time: Grants the user the ability to manipulate time.
Z - Knowledge: Grants the user with whatever knowledge asked for, in the form of a wish.

X+Y: Allows teleportation to occur
X+Z: Allows for the creation of black holes.
Y+Z: Allows for the manipulation of any object.
X+Y+Z: Allows ANYTHING.

Since the elder man had control of both Y and Z, he had created (with his endless time and knowledge) a robotic cat, which he taught to protect. The cat was indestructible and only obeyed those who the man wanted it to obey. The elder man gave me both remotes and the cat.

After this event, I lapsed many many years in my life and suddenly I was my actual age (17). The hype of the remotes had become insane since people feared the end of the world. A person my age (and old best friend) was able to gain and betray my trust and stole the time remote. To insure he would not steal my last remote, I wished for immunity of time control. With my endless array of knowledge, I was able to have superhuman abilities. I could fly, I could run infinitely, and I could breath underwater without any problems. I used my immunity of time change the stay on track with the time traveling thief in order to reclaim my device. I eventually found him in a lower class environment in what I thought to be Iran. We were arguing near a swimming pool when the national armies cornered us. With some hesitation, I convinced my old friend to give me back my remote so we could escape with ease. I created a vast underground water tunnel from Iran to Russia, within a few seconds. Within the next second, I was in Russia. I have no idea how the armies kept locating me, but I was being chased by helicopters. My robotic cat and I were running for what seemed to be hours when finally we ended up in an isolated cavern, where the controller(s) of space were. In order to protect the space remote, the user divided himself into two separate entities, insuring that if one was captured, the second would be able to guard the remote. Without hesitation, I tried stopping time to take his remote when he informed me that time travel had no effect on him. I quickly decided to escape. I seemed to almost jump to the city I currently reside in today. I ran into a restaurant where I saw a friend. I begged him to help me run from the police, but he refused to help since he knew I was a fugitive. I heard helicopters. As me and my cat ran through a thickly dense bush, I realized that my time controller needed to recharge. With quick thinking, I wished to be on the moon. A second later, I wished to be able to breathe in space, and the second after I wished for immortality.

My dream ended at that moment, as I remember staring at the Earth with both remotes in my hand, contemplating what I would do next.

I plan on re-entering this dream tonight and hopefully I can retrieve the last remote and locate this lost race.

So this was a lucid dream, actually a DEILD, but no reality check oriented, just came to me that this is a dream.

So the dream starts non-lucid. I'm in my bedroom and there is also an old teacher with me talking to me about a school project and how I am going to organise it. This teacher was from my old school, not the one I am right now. She was young and very pretty (for a teacher) and always considered by the male population of the school a MILF. So as she was talking to me about this and that and I was like "yeah, sure let's do it that way", I suddenly realise I'm in a dream!

So suddenly I'm in a dream with my old teacher standing in front of me IN my bedroom trying to decide what's next. So I remember I have to stabilise my dream and I start looking my hands closely, they were like a labyrinth of wrinkles, fingerprints and stuff and I yell "Stabilise Lucidity!", and the dream becomes more vivid and cleared up. And I'm there on an improved dream with my milf teacher in front of me talking about project crap. I seize the opportunity!

I decide to grab her ass and look for reactions. And I do it, then she kisses me and we lay on bed. Just after I take her clothes off and start the thing for 6 seconds or so, I see the world fading around (probably because of excitement) and I try to calm down, thinking it's time to DEILD.

I do it and land in my bedroom again, the teacher has dissapeared and I was almost decided to project her back again, but it was unfinished business in the end because I saw my bedroom wall turn into a mountain landscape with the sky above. I said "no way, I can't miss that!" and I decide to fly. So I turn around and walk back to accelerate and when I turn again, the wall with the door has return and the landscape has gone. Shit. It started to collapse and I tried to stabilize it but no luck.


Anywayz, I was too excited in this dream and I kind of wasted it, but I'm happy I had sex with that teacher, always wanted too!

Meanwhile, in High School (6:59)

I'm sitting at a table in a room filled with tables, working on an assignment, when I see someone out of the corner of my eye. It's my mom, sitting at another table, trying to catch my attention by waving something. Exasperated, I acknowledge her, but she wants to start a full blown conversation. I pack up my things and say, apologetically, that "I just can't right now." Predictably, Mom gets furious. I walk over to her table (Dad's there too) and try to explain that I'm old enough now that she can't expect me to share every detail of my life with her. My voice sounds like maybe I'm about to start crying. Nothing doing, though. Looks like I'll have to pack my own lunch and find my own way to school, today.

I go back downstairs and check the time. It's later than I thought! Forget packing a lunch, I'll barely have time to shower and get dressed. I also think I should do my laundry, but when I look into the basket, I realize that I have more clean clothes than I thought. No need to bother, then. But later, when I actually go to choose an outfit, I have trouble finding clean shorts. I'll have to do my laundry tomorrow, which will be harder since it's a weekday and I'll be busy.

Dad drives me to school. I'm sitting all the way in the back of the car, and I'm surprised to see some orange traffic cones passing by my window. Some road work near the left turn just before the high school's parking lot. Looks like Dad's doing what he's supposed to be doing.

I take a seat in the classroom. I've decided that while I'm back home, I may as well sit in on some Spanish classes at my old high school to get in some extra practice. The teacher, a dark-haired man, begins the class by introducing himself and explaining about the course textbooks. Apparently he wrote one of them--part of a series of textbooks on a variety of subjects, all published in the same format but written by various guest authors. At one point, the teacher switches to English for a bit. His accent is kind of cute. Then we go around the class and introduce ourselves. I don't know anyone there, obviously. When it comes to be my turn, I explain that I'm actually a college student. There's something of a commotion from another student in the class, and I wonder if maybe he's doing the same thing as I am and I should have recognized him? That would be embarrassing.

At one point, the teacher's been talking about something, and he asks the class which of us consider ourselves to be "a member of that crowd?" I'm one of the few who raises a hand. A few minutes later, I realize that he might have been asking which of us have had sex, but with so much circumlocution that I didn't realize it at the time. Oops. Well, if so, I'm sorry for misrepresenting myself, but there's not much I can do about it now. Besides, I'm in college, they'll have expected it of me, anyway.

The teacher starts a presentation, and everyone puts away their drinks. Except one is still on the table, and one of the students accidentally knocks it over, spilling soda pop everywhere. The teacher interrupts his lecture to go find cleaning supplies, and I try to help out by mopping up some with a napkin. I hope that my helpfulness is a mark of being more mature than the majority of students in the classroom. But the teacher holds out his hand to throw away the napkin for me, and I let him take it, even though it sort of undermines what I was doing. Anyway, the napkin wasn't very absorbent, so now there's pop on my hands. I need to find a sink. I find one in the hall only a few feet away from the classroom.

A lot of the students are handing out out here until the presentation starts again. I look around and see an office whose name plaque carries a very strange title. I wonder if high schools can hire people to do things as strange as that because they're government-funded. Someone walks past me and into the office, and I wonder. I also talk to one of the students outside. They tell me they wanted to go to the big concert today, because it featured a big presentation about Mormonism. I had heard about the concert, but I didn't know it was about Mormonism, and now I'm kind of sad I missed it, too. [IRL: The concert is this afternoon, and it has nothing to do with Mormonism.]

When we go back into the classroom, there's a stage at one end, complete with curtains and a podium. A man at the podium tells us that as a surprise, Mitt Romney has come with his campaign team to give a presentation. After this introduction, a few people walk out on stage. I'm not sure which one is Romney [although IRL obvs I know what he looks like], and the introduction kind of trailed off, so it's not surprising that the applause is slow to start. It's also very quiet, and peters out quickly. One of the campaign people says "Wow," loudly and sarcastically. Well, I'm not sure what Romney expected. We're mostly Democrats here at my university.

They launch into the presentation, which is an animated, rhetorical speech delivered while the campaigners circle and crisscross the room, making sure to invite each audience member personally to agree with what they're saying. It makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. Somewhere, I've found a pillow, and I clutch it to my stomach like it's some kind of security blanket. I stare at the floor, only half listening. I feel like I've read this argument before, somewhere, anyway. Something about how the Democrats are trying to convince you not to vote Republican because of what the Republicans /won't/ do, but when election day comes, you need to vote based on what /will/ happen. And so on. One of the campaigners notices my aloofness, so he gets up in my face and tries to engage me by giving me a manly punch on the shoulder. I look at him expressionlessly and say in a carefully controlled voice, "Please don't do that again." The man puts on a mock-surprised face and looks around at people nearby as if to invite them to start bullying me, but in the end he just leaves.

From behind, a woman crooks an elbow around my neck and good-naturedly shakes me a bit. Addressing herself to someone I can't see, she asks, "Is this called 'egging?'" (as in, "egging someone on"). Ah, so she's playfully imitating the campaigner. The person says yes, it is, so she laughs and releases her hold on my neck. Pressing herself against my side, she murmurs, "There's someone touching you right now, and you don't seem to mind." Bemused, I try to think of a socially proper way to respond that it's okay because she's a woman. But before I can, she lets go of me, and I can finally turn to get a good look at her. To my delight, I definitely recognize her from somewhere. While I'm snapping my fingers and trying to place where that was, she just introduces herself again as [XXXX]. Surprised, I tell her I remember her as a campaign assistant for [XXXX]. She laughs and says no, then dances off to the other side of the room with another girl. I'm reminded of the friendship between Meekakitty and Nanalew. Suddenly, the dream ends, and I wake up. For a moment, I think that it's only been about two and a half hours since I fell asleep. But that must have been a FA, because it was more like six and a half.

Supermarket (8:15) (LUCID)

I'm in a supermarket, and at some level I'm aware that this is a dream. As I walk through the crowded checkout lanes, I look closely at all of the faces that I pass. Each one is unique and distinctive and interesting, and I wonder whether they all come from people I passed on the street in waking life. I read somewhere on a forum that that's where they come from. The dream seems pretty stable, but I feel compelled to keep moving, or else it will fall apart. I walk up to a cashier and ask her for the credit card that a customer just gave to her. "Sure, one moment," she says, and then she hands me something, but it's not a credit card. I leave the checkout lanes and continue through the store. It crosses my mind that this counts as a lucid dream. Cool; I haven't had one of those in a while.

I decide to call Mom on my cell phone. I worry that maybe I'm actually sleep-calling her in waking life, too, so I try to think of conversation topics that wouldn't sound too bizarre. Meanwhile, I'm still walking quickly down one side of the store, looking around at everything. The store's wide entrance is coming up on my left. I can't think of anything else to talk about, and Mom seems more confused than anything, so I just say goodbye to her and hang up. I leave the store.

Somebody's angry at me for turning out into the road in front of him, but I'm sure I wouldn't have done it close enough that you would actually call it "cutting him off." I decide to play out the scenario to see what actually happened. I get in the car and start driving toward the hilltop road that passes near the supermarket's parking lot. Indeed, there's almost a solid line of cars coming that direction, with one little space in the middle that perhaps I could grab if I timed it right. But there's something strange about the road configuration that makes me think I wouldn't be able to accelerate quickly enough to avoid pissing someone off. Okay, better to avoid that.

I stop the car and get out. There's a mid-sized lake to the right of the road with a big yacht anchored near the shore. A bunch of sailors are walking around over there, presumably on shore leave. I start walking along the narrow path between the lake and the side of the supermarket, going over to see what's going on. But then one of the sailors starts walking along the path toward me, shouting something about me not being allowed to come this way. An irritating fellow, but only doing his job, I suppose.

I keep walking, but suddenly I need to poop. I remember how in the past this has always made me panic and wake up, only to find that I didn't have to use the bathroom at all. Well, I know better, now, so I'll just go to the bathroom in the dream. I squat in the middle of a grassy lawn and start doing my business. The sailor is still walking towards me and shouting, so I interrupt him to warn him that even though I've avoided behaving "beaverishly," if he keeps it up, I may have to. (Apparently, in this situation, "behaving beaverishly" means that I'll strip totally naked just to annoy him even more.) Going to the bathroom is taking a long time. Some of the sailors are running close nearby. I hope for their sake that they don't accidentally step in any of the poop. The sailor still won't leave me alone, so I carry out my threat by pulling my T-shirt over my head. This makes my vision go completely black. Oh, darn.

I wake up to a confusion of covers. After a moment, I figure out that somehow I've come into a squatting position. Uh oh. Looking down, I see that my worst fears have come true--there's quite a bit of poop on my covers. Despairingly, I try to wrap up some of it using the sheets, but it's not enough. This will be hard to deal with. Then it occurs to me that there's something distinctly nightmarish about this situation, and I tell myself exasperatedly, "Come on, wake up for real." And I do. [No, I never did have to go to the bathroom. Why my dreams always do this to me, I don't know.]

Pop Quiz (9:42) (LUCID)

A smart math major I know is pacing the front of a classroom. He's quizzing me about details from my previous dreams tonight. I know I definitely missed a few when I wrote them in my dream journal, so this will be a perfect opportunity to recover them--my unconscious itself is telling me what they were! He mentions something about a homework assignment, and a few different people named Erik. [Ironically, I can't remember the details of these details.] It occurs to me to wonder if he's even telling the truth. I have no recollection of the events of which he speaks, so he could easily be inventing them, and I'd never know. Still, I wake up and write them in my dream journal. Only, it was a FA, and when I actually wake up, I can't really remember them any more.

This LD was during an hour nap, which kinda surprised me, since i wasnt even trying to sleep.

So, in the dream, I was laying in my bed. I had one eye open, and i was eating turnips, but when i put them in my mouth, I realized how much I hated them, and I said "ew, i dont like those," and held the fork up to look at them, only I couldn't see the fork. or my hand. I instantly realized i was in a dream, so i tried to slowly open up my other eye without waking up. It worked after a few minutes. i kept waving the invisible fork in front of my face as a reminder, and i tried to sit up. i was going to get out of my bed (i have a bunk bed and i was on the top, so i had to try to find the ladder) but i realized how dreamlike it was. I remembered to shout "Clarity now" and by doing so i woke myself up.

Though i woke up, this is a huge upgrade from my previous LDs, and I think that eventually i will be able to get it right without waking myself up. My awareness is way better than my first 2 and better yet than my 3rd.

Lucid Non-lucid Awake

We are going somewhere. I suspect we are going on vacation because I am carrying a big and heavy bag. I am also wearing a shirt that has a beach drawing on it. I reach the front door and start wearing my black school shoes. Wait... School shoes? Why would I be wearing school shoes to a family vacation? I go lucid. Yes! It's a dream! Finally, a lucid! I start to get giddy and excited. The dream starts becoming blurry, and starts to go black. I can feel my physical body waking up, which is evident in the slight tingling sensation all over.

I hear a pop, and I know I am awake for real. I stay still, but my legs feel so uncomfortable, so I fold my right leg like I always do. I also shift to my right a bit -- all the while visualizing the dream I just exited.

I start getting imagery of the previous dream, right where I left off, at the front door. It gets more vivid every second, until I am just sort of...there. I look down and see my dream hands and body, and yes, I am wearing my school shoes. I remember immediately a task I am supposed to do, which was assigned by another member in a little game we made. The task is to slide down a waterfall in any way I want.

I close my eyes (the most efficient means of changing the dream scene for me) and imagine being at a riverbank which leads to a waterfall. I open my eyes and voila! I am at the riverbank. I can hear the loud rushing of water from the river, which is connected to a waterfall somewhere to the right. The sound is quite deafening too. I remember feeling a bit uneasy at sliding down a waterfall. I am a good waterbender in the dream world, but I am still afraid of heights, somewhat.

Man up, biotch!, I literally think to myself.

I take off my shoes and jump in the river. Instantly, I feel myself being pulled towards the waterfall, and the current is so strong that I have second thoughts about finishing the task. I am doing this. I am doing this, I think to myself as I go over the edge. I have a rush of adrenaline as I start falling down. I feel pumped and proud of myself. I realize the waterfall was very high up, and the base was so far down that the trees near it look like tiny specks. My head starts hurting from the water above me which is hitting it. The waterbender in me probably took over, because I suddenly start twirling around, creating a small whirlpool as I am cascading down the waterfall. It feels amazing.

I reach the bottom, and splash into a large pool of water, dissipating the little whirlpool I built. As I float to the surface, I look back at the huge waterfall. Suddenly, a girl with long hair covering her face floats up in front of me. I am a bit shocked. I know her as Samara from the movie The Ring. Oddly though, I don't feel any fear at all -- more of annoyance because she is invading my awesome dream. In a split second, she reaches out and grabs my hair, and tries to drown me. I go down a few inches into the water, but I know it's a dream, so I breathe easily. While I am underwater, I push my hands out and waterbend Samara far away from me. She vanishes, only to reappear once I resurface. She tries to drown me again, but I am getting furious that I reach out to her and grab a handful of her hair. I shake her head side to side and then I push her down into the water. Once she's underwater, she squirms beneath my grip, but I don't let go. This is kinda fun, actually. I start climbing on top of her with chunks of her hair still in my hands, and her underwater.

I wake up abruptly. My mom is shaking me, telling me I have to get ready for our appointment.

But yes, that was the most awesome b*tchfight ever.

Spoiler for the b*tch who lost the fight (:

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

WBTB WILD-fail B6 200MG

Weak DILD 6:27 AM

I am at the hospital after my son was born. I am in a waiting room. There are people around I ask a man some questions and then the falls asleep. I push the man on the floor and say, "That's what you get for falling asleep during an interview." My son got knocked out of my wife's arms when I did that and falls on the floor. I pick him up. He is swaddled and I say, "Look hes ok." For some reason he looks like a plastic doll.

Now I am laying on a bed. I tell a nurse that my wife and son went home but I wanted to nap for I leave. The bed is next to a nurses station. I try to sleep but get interrupted constantly. There was something about a shirt. And a few other annoyances. I can't remember.

I see Ann Perkins from Parks and Recreation. She is giving me the eye like she wants me. Then I see Andy Dwyer mouth the words "Go talk to her."
I couldn't be bothered at the moment. All I knew was that I was supposed to be sleeping. I close my eyes and I hear a voice say, "He's out of touch with reality. His mind is always consumed with reality testing to the point that he doesn't really live his life." I am focused on lying still. I want to say that noting could be farther from the truth.

Now I am in the drive way of my house. I have the car door open getting my son out. My wife is all upset and worried about him. Then something clicks and I remember that I was trying to WILD. I tell my wife, "It doesn't matter." But I am saying it to myself as well. She fades to the background and I feel half awake and half asleep. I pause thinking. I see a vague impression of my son swaddled. I think I should try to stabilize but at the same time I don't believe I can. I try anyway. I lay myself over him. It's all I could think of at the moment. He dissolves into me. And I fall unconscious.


NLDs short version

The power goes out but the TV is on. I see fireworks on TV but the same ones outside. It was suppsed to be in CJ but its my neighborhood. I feel confused about that. We go outside to see more but it stops.

I have Alice Cooper as my guitar teacher but the guitar looks like a rock band guitar painted black with a ton of buttons. I jam out on it to some Alice Cooper type rock. I have no idea what I am doing but it sounds amazing. I feel dissatisfied and grab a real acoustic guitar and see the floor is disgusting rotted with tons of spiders poring out. I think I should mix up some more bug spray and then fix the floor.

At my exes house. She wants me to take a picture of her friend starting her car. I can't make the camera work. It is the strangest camera ever. Tons of buttons. A few time I have it pointed backwards. I feel like an idiot. I give up and tell the girls it is time to go. D starts crying and a strange liquid flows down her.

I was very dissatisfied with that lucid. I would have had a better chance but we got up at 6:30 to go to the parade. I tried to take a lucid nap and WILD a little after two. I woke twice after each hour and could not remember a thing. Tonight WBTB.