lucid

Okay so as it happened I woke up at 2 in the morning for some unknown reason. I decided to try a WBTB since I was up and awake. When I closed my eyes I saw nothing, I can't remember hallucinations or anything like that but I do remember feeling really really heavy. Next thing I knew I was in a dream, but not lucid.
I was sat on top of two pillars which were on top of a huge red block/skyscraper, there were people below me all listening to me talking about 3D design.

I tried to shift my position but misplaced my hand and fell backwards. I toppled over the edge of the skyscraper and fell to my to what I thought would be my death.

I smacked into the top of the next skyscraper some distance below, I was alive! "That's strange I thought, lets do it again and try and find out why I'm not dead." I took a run up and launched myself off of the top of the skyscraper I was stood on. I plummeted towards what looked like four large pads in different colours

and someone shouted to me from below "DON'T TRY AND HAVE A LUCID DREAM!" I instantly became lucid as I hit the ground (WBTB + WILD + Lucid = 11 Points) I then talked to the person that shouted to me

I can't remember what was said though (Interact with DC - 2 Points)Then the dream ended. (Full dream - 1 Point)

I did not make the character in these shots, all credit goes to who made them! Also the person I spoke to did not look like that, it's just the only character I happened to have in my model library.

In Dream 2 I was lucid from the start (Lucid - 5 Points) What was strange was that I was waste deep in snow! I thought "I am not wasting my precious time trying to walk through this!" So I thought I'd try to fly. I put my arms out in front of me and imagined me flying just like I'd been told to do. I shot up in the air at high speed, lost control and fell, landing face first in the snow. Dusting myself off excitedly I gave it another go, this time I was more gentle and managed to hover about 5 feet above the snow. Then I tried to move about, as I imagined it I flew forward slowly for a few metres. (Fly - 4 Points) Then the dream ended (Full Dream - 1 Point)

Dream 3 was non lucid. I was in an RPG game with lots of death and snakes, I only just survived. (Full dream - 1 Point)

1x WBTB - 3pts
1x WILD - 3pts
2x Lucid - 10pts
1x DC Interaction - 2pts
1x Fly - 4pts
3x Full Dream - 3pts

TOTAL = 25 Points

20th of May
31st LD
Dream.Lucid.Comments/awake

This has to be the best lucid dream i've ever had, because it contained a good plot, awesome places and best dream control i've ever had. So here it is, enjoy. Before the lucid dream, I was riding a horse to school, don't know why just did. Dream skipped Now I was in a church (a tour of somekind), it was italian like. That was when i knew it was a dream. There was a show of somekind, I wasn't too interested about, so I left and went outside. The yard was like a park, I walked away from the church, but I was somehow led back in to the church. I knew someone was going to murder everyone in there. I ran, but every door infront of me closed, when I finally reached the last door, I had enough time and ran through the spot between the two closing doors. I was outside on the grass with the sun shining over my head. I heard screams from the church and everyone on the outside ran away from the church, I was no exception. I tried to fly but it was no use. Dream started fading away...
...but with my experience from 30 earlier lucids, I managed to keep the dream. Now with a completely new dream scene, I was in china. I jumped on a boat and started rowing it, I had a hard time getting to the bigger water area. There an idea about a wave came to my mind and without a warning my boat crashed. I went with the water and had my most vivid experience in a dream, I could feel the water in my mouth. I panicked and started losing the dream, but dreams won't get away from me that easily.
Now with a convenient side-effect of changing dreamscenes. I was standing on a dock and I knew someone was after me. A chinese bad guy saw me and started running after me, I ran a while and somehow felt completely exhausted. I said: "Stop", and he replied: "What now?". I asked him: "Why don't you chase that guy?". There was Jackie Chan running (like in the movies), then he shrugged and ran after him. Now I walked to an alley and I was surrounded by three thugs. Then I tried my dream powers and they worked. I made slash with my finger through the air infront of one of the thugs, he just laughed. I looked at him with a smiling face, he had a confused face and looked at his lower body. He split in half. Then was the time for the other thug to receive a beating. I shot invisible "punches" from my hands. Strike after strike, he was pushed backwards and couldn't take it anymore and fainted. The third thug was still left unharmed and I shot a laser through his head. From my hand of course.
The dream scene changed and now I was in Italy (I guess) again, but this time I was in Venice. It was night time (this was the best place in the dream), then I walked to a cave, where I found a statue. Walked outside and there was a huge demon . I punched him in the arm and ran. I delivered the statue to some guy. After that I calmed down and saw my friend. He said to me: "In your next dream, you could do some of the tasks you've set for yourself.". I shrugged and watched the moon and the stars. Slowly the dream faded away.

It has been a while from my last lucid dream, but this was worth waiting. Hopefully my lucid dream count will go sky high, when the summer vacation starts. The dream recall could have been better. Watching the moon propably came from my task to go to the moon. Many places in this dream came from watching The Amazing Race yesterday. And the church from looking at a few pictures of an italian church.

So, in this dream I had a couple moments of lucidity and I even had thoughts of a fellow DV member, though sadly I never got to find them or interact with them. I hope they show up in a dream again. It would seriously help me in the Competition Thread.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself downtown on the south side of the river, and I’mheaded to the U.T. Law Center, represented in my dream by an oversized versionof the Palmer Events Center, round and taller than any of the other structuresalong the river shore.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Since I seem to lack transportation I hitch a ride withthree young women who appear to have recently been swimming at Barton Springs.All are wearing bikini tops and loose skirts, tan skin showing their dedicationto the sun. I seem to know these women pretty well though I can’t recall everspeaking any of their names out loud. I’m glad they picked me up. The day iswarm and the walk would have been long.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We’re driving in a large convertible, something left overfrom the 70’s I suspect. It’s wide with a heavy body, painted an off-whitecolor though I think it’s just the age of the exterior that makes it look thisway. As we turn into the parking lot for the Law Center the car bounces usaround and into each other, but no one complains. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The parking lot is bumpy and unpaved but as we progressthrough it the ride becomes smoother. The ground, previously dry and uniform,is now a rocky surface covered with water varying in depth from a couple inchesto just over a foot. The water is clear despite being in a well-traveledparking lot, and I connect this to the thoughts about the women swimming. Theview of this terrain brings me to lucidity, knowing that I should be in aparking lot formerly occupied by a Mexican restaurant and a Hooters. The wateris way too blue in spots to even exist in its present form. I rarely see thisshade of blue and the word ‘azure’ comes into my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] Though I had beensitting in the back seat of the car I suddenly find myself on the back of theyoung woman who had been driving, and the other women disappear. The car isalso gone, and somehow we are gliding over the terrain. I seem to bepiggybacked onto the young woman, and as she looks over her left shoulder at meI lay my head against her back, my face against her skin between her shoulderblades. She is soft, warm, and it feels nice to be close to her. The vividnessof being lucid allows me to examine her skin in detail, though I remainrespectful and resist the urge to nuzzle as she is quickly carrying me to mydestination. I do give her the briefest of kisses, and I think about how I missbeing held.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We seem to have no trouble avoiding the bumps and notstepping majorly into the water, and in no time I find myself entering themassive complex, the women all left to go their own way. I walk in and beginworking my way to the third floor. The levels are separated by a curving slopedpassageway that surrounds the exterior of the building, windows all along theoutside, as if I’m walking up the threads of a massive screw. The third floorof this building is as high as the twelfth floor of any ordinary structure.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the curve on the third floor I find myselfjust outside the Civil Liberties Center, a place where I know I can get helpfor my friend who has been erroneously imprisoned. With the outside windows tomy right I am facing the entrance to my destination. To my left is a corridor,and beside that is a bathroom. The halls are separated by a gray door, thecovering of a large electrical panel. I wonder briefly about the wisdom ofplacing electrical access in the main hallway but I do not stick around toponder the question. My friend is in need.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Entering the Civil Liberties Center I am almost disappointedby how understated the room is. The room is less than 20 feet wide and perhapsnot more than 15 feet deep. A large counter spans the space between walls, andbehind it is a tall and rather thin hippie, busy at work stacking hundreds ofpublications into piles, all of which have some kind of orange lettering on thecover. His skin is sickly white, as though he hasn’t seen sun in years. He iswearing a loose shirt and some very tight blue-jean shorts that extend to justabove his knees, allowing his pasty legs to be visible. I think he may bewearing a hat but it wasn’t important enough to remember. He grins as he works,a scary look for his appearance, and it seems as if he has forgotten what asmile is supposed to represent. I’m a little creeped out by him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A curved wall is to my right, and outside the window I cansee a long above-ground covered walkway leading into the nearby building, somesort of processing complex that I may need to visit next. I’m not entirely surewhat it is though I suspect it’s where Sivason is being held. I can’t see howit connects to the building I am in but it looks like it could be on the floorbelow me. I don’t recall passing any access point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m standing against the curved wall, my back pressedagainst it as I try to keep out of the way. To my right is another personstanding just as I am, dressed mostly in black and much younger than me. Theyhave a subversive look to them, as though they are here to cause trouble. Ilook past him and my gaze is upon the piles of publications, my efforts turnedto deciphering the lettering on the cover. I have to strain to get a glimpse Ican focus on, and as the lettering resolves itself I see it has the logo of theUniversity of Texas on the cover. Instantly I am uninterested, knowing thatnothing they publish could help me in my situation. Before the logo becameclear I had considered picking up a copy to see what it was, but I no longercare.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As my gaze turns back towards the room I become aware of thesecurity guard standing perhaps three feet in front of me. He’s a black man ina bright blue uniform and he is staring at me intently. His eyes areunsettling, and I feel slightly threatened.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The young man standing next to me mutters the word “protest”,and I’m not sure if he is at the Center to protest or he protests the behaviorof the security guard. Either way the word provokes a reaction from the man infront of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You know what we do to people who protest around here?” Hespeaks slowly and his voice has clear malice in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not wanting to seem bothered, and feeling slightly annoyed,I reply, “Give them a cookie?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Second-guessing myself and deciding I probably shouldn’tupset the man, I decide to humor him and make an allowance for his overtly rudedemeanor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, what?” I try not to sound condescending.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“We string them up by their feet and leave them.” His threat is unveiled, and though hiswording is rather vague I’m filled with the impression that I don’t want to beleft anywhere by him.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The hippie behind the counter, who has been quiet up to now,suddenly chimes in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Heh, you better believe him!” His voice sounds old andcracks like he hasn’t been drinking enough fluids. His creepy smile only addsto the effect, completing the appearance of someone who has lost his ability todeduce reality.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I roll my eyes in disgust for both of them and simply walkout, back to the hallway I was in previously. I think my next goal will be totry the other station that is slightly down the side corridor I passed on myway in. In the mean time I feel angry, and my compulsion to express that angerleads me to hang a large book from the edge of the electrical panel, danglingby a thick elastic cord. In my mind I know this will upset them and get evenwith them for my poor treatment, though I can’t even imagine how it would causeanyone grief. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never seem to make it to the other counter and I’m insteadovertaken by my need to use the bathroom. I walk into a room that is not partof the complex I had been in, white stucco walls giving me the impression ofbeing inside a house from my past. The room is large for a bathroom, spacious,and the main furnishing is a toilet set against a small outcropping of wall.Beyond the potty is a hallway leading into a closet pass-through and a bedroomwith two people in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The toilet has a thick, padded seat on it, and it’s an oddsensation to experience below my butt. Finishing my business on the toilet Ireach for the handle to flush it and the loud sound of water swirling in thebowl fills the room. I look at the toilet as I realize the swirl is toointense, and some of the water is going too high. The seat and lid is slightlyaskew where it’s attached and this allows water to splash on the floor and thewall. My irritation at the thought of having to take care of this is almostenough to make me cry.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the toilet paper as the closest source ofabsorbency I begin sopping up the spills. Some of the liquid seems to be mixedwith pee that has stained the floor and the bottom of the wall next to thetoilet. As I reach maximum capacity for each lump of toilet paper I throw itinto the corner to soak up any water it can handle, knowing that I will stillhave to clean up that mess.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me is a large bucket, similar to the 5-gallon stylefound at any local hardware store. Water has splashed on it also, and I reachover to pour it off, not expecting the deluge that pours off the lip of thebucket just below the lid. My feet are wet, the floor is wet, and now I haveeven more mess to clean up. At least the spill is just water, and I continuepouring, watching as the fluid splashes and dances in the light spilling intothe room from a high window. This is my last glimpse of lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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5/18/12

DILD

I am standing on a big street where a pod race is about to begin. I wander around looking at a few of the crazy vehicles, and I make my way to the front. I am with Jonah, and we decide to try and run once the race starts, just to see how long we can stay out front before the pods fly past. We here the starting signal and start sprinting. I am shocked at how long we stay in front. It felt like 10 seconds before the field blew past us.

Just then I realize it is a dream. FUCK YES. This is going to be sick! I don't want to waste time finding a pod somewhere, so I sit in a helicopter pilot position, with my hands on an invisible joystick. I will it forward, and it lifts off with some powerful thrust. I am flying along in a seated position, rapidly catching up to the field. We are racing through a grassy, campus area. I started passing each racer with ease, although we weren't traveling at ridiculous speeds. It was probably like 60 mph. I somehow know where to go. I dip off the course a bit and take a short cut. I also noticed that my invisible pod can fly, so I take off and fly way above the course, avoiding all potential obstacles. My pod drops back down to ground level, and I am now is second place but unable to close the gap to first.

We somehow hit a stage of the race where we are required to get out and walk through this building. As I enter the building, I see Jonah. How the hell did he keep up? We are racing against each other, as we try to navigate this foreign building. The interior is blue throughout. We took a wrong turn and entered a bedroom. We scramble around until we find a playhouse looking room. It has a few nets and obstacles that we eventually work our way past. We open the door at the far side, and daylight! I try to get back on my pod, but now I can't get it to work very effectively.

I give up and start wandering around, looking for girls. There are a lot of really cute people, but they all are resisting me. This is pretty unusual for my lucids. I walk around flirting and grabbing asses until I lose the dream.

I FA onto this bed between Jonah and some other guy. I try to DEILD. I can hear them talking to each other. They started joking about what I was doing, not knowing that I was trying to LD. I eventually give up and open my eyes. I get up and walk around for a few minutes.

I eventually become lucid again. I start walking through a department store looking for girls. I am trying to round up two, but I keep losing one or swapping them out for hotter girls. I lose the dream before anything happens.

Dream; Semi-Lucid; Lucid; Memorable; 1-4 My Recollection;

This is the first night I tried a sleep mask, I had been up 24 hours fixing my sleep schedule and I slept very well.


SLEEP MASTER Sleep Mask

*WBTB 4am
4; Jeri Ryan is teaching a class with 3 of my peers. I recognize her and become lucid trying to remember her name. 3 classmates and her staring at me:

May 17

#1 - In Another Life [Non-Lucid]

Sort of a quirky little dream here. I was hanging out with a bunch of people I've known mostly since elementary school and haven't seen since high school who I've never hung out with before. Before the last times I really saw them they were in social groups that I just wasn't in, so it's not like we even really saw each other much except in the hallways or in classes (which I hadn't had with them since I first knew them), but at the end of senior year when I started getting into the drug scene I started hanging out with the same groups of people they did, but I still never really saw them because everyone was kind of going their separate ways at that point. In the dream we were now back at our high school ages and I was hanging out with them because it was like I had gone back in time and now had a lot in common with them, or something like that. Two of the guys I happened to know pretty well from a young age and one welcomed me right into the group while the other was hesitant, but in the end didn't mind. We spent basically the whole thing listening to club music that I don't recognize as being real but was really neat, and I noticed that I was wearing pink velour pants which I've been thinking about getting.

#2 - Demon Games [Non-Lucid]

All I remember about the beginning of this dream was that I was playing some video game, which was a sequel in its series, where you had to jump from one rooftop to the next in a sort of a suburban city, and as you do it it turns you into a demon. Afterwards someone told me I should play the original, so I did, but they didn't tell me that it has a horrible side effect! After you play the game, it makes both your top and bottom row of teeth pop out, still perfectly connected like dentures, and be replaced with new ones that had sort of a plastic-like texture. This caused me much distress when it first happened and I wasn't expecting it, and I was at my old friend S's house freaking out until his nonexistent little brother (who just looked like a smaller version of him ) walked into the room and explained what was going on. I ran into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and saw my old teeth and pulled them out of my mouth. My new ones were heavily fanged and demonic, and a couple on the bottom row that looked particularly menacing and were opposite each other suddenly fell out. There was blood pooling in the spots they'd been in, so I put them back in hoping that the blood would mold them there, and it did. After that I got my weird dream sign of my mouth being full of stuff, this time it felt like hairs and sawdust, and unfortunately I didn't notice it. It bugged me until I woke up.

May 18

Dream Fragment - "R, O, new types of music."

Seek The Treasure [Non-Lucid]

O and I are in some enormous house with a group of people, but I can't remember that part of the dream very well. I vaguely recall something about us hugging each other in a big circle and having a bunch of cats that we were going to try to find homes for, and then the dream changed to where the house we were in because some gigantic pool area with multiple pools and hot tubs with covers over them, and it was warm outside but also sort of dark and rainy. I was also now with my cousin P instead of O. Eventually we meet up with his brother and sister, G and K, and their mom (also my cousin), A. She drives us back to their place, but on the way she turns into GA, her brother. When we get there GA, G, and K get out of the car, and GA hands me the keys so I can drive P and I back. So what was even the point of this...? He gives me a tiny gold slate with instructions engraved on it of how to get back to the place we were at before, and it includes cryptic messages about some treasure. We eventually go seeking for this "true treasure", but the dream gets blurry around that point, and then I woke up.

May 19

#1 - How Did We Get Here? [DILD]

My memory really starts with me just hanging around with a bunch of people outside in a neighborhood at night. This group included at least O, RE, GL, PZ, JRE, and KF, but there were lots of other people too. I think there was also something briefly about drinking and taking some pills with JRE and maybe KF, but it's hard to recall now. Anyway, we were just standing around in a circle reminiscing about high school and how we used to just chill with groups of people like that with no plan, when no one had any responsibilities or anything, and we'd just go find stuff to do. We started walking down the street and up to some houses, where we all just started chilling in the front lawns. I looked over at KF and saw him suddenly pull out a gun and shoot someone in the stomach. Everyone is disoriented from the sound but I think I'm the only one who saw it, and then other people start pulling out guns as well. The crowd breaks up as everyone starts running around, and I take off down the street hearing gunfire. There's even Star Wars-like pew-pew sounds going off, and I see some red lasers fly in front of me. I immediately became lucid when I saw that. The environment was now intense as hell! There were ships flying around, lots of war sounds like explosions and rapid fire gunshots and laser pew-pews, stuff was crumbling and bursting into flames, and there was suddenly a huge sweeping laser turret coming up behind me. I should've just let it hit me and saw what happened. >w< But instead I hoofed it until I got behind one of the neighborhood houses. I looked up into the sky and an amazing fireworks display started going on amidst all the chaos. I see another one launched into the sky after all the others finally stop, and I can tell it's going to be big, but rather than exploding it causes my dream to sort of implode, and I wake up.

After that I reminded myself that I was supposed to be doing my mantras again, so I gave that a shot before going to sleep again.

#2 - Really? >w< [MILD]

O, D, C, and I meet up with some random dude and go get lunch somewhere/go to take an exam somewhere, or something like that. After we finish I stayed behind for a long time for some reason, but I can't remember what that reason was now, while the rest of them went out to my car to wait for me. When I finally got out there, O told me that they'd rummaged through my stuff while I was gone, and then he said... well, something very personal. o.o I'm super embarrassed and just try to change the subject and drive off, while O's just laughing at me. >w<;; We're driving down some dark foresty road and the random guy asks us if we'd like to go visit his church and then walk through some random deserted town at night with him, but as we were discussing it the scene shifted to me being alone in an apartment with some strange wooden structure in it. I need to use the bathroom so I go looking for it, and find it with some words scrawled on the floor in front of it. I pay no attention to them and go in. When I get in there I start wondering how in the heck O found out... that personal thing about me just by looking through the stuff in my car, and then it suddenly occurred to me that I was dreaming. I lift up my hands to feel the wall and stabilize a bit, and they're so small! Like baby hands or something. I stabilized a bit but it still wasn't a very strong lucidity, I could tell the dream was fighting to survive. I walked out of the bathroom and called for O, then walked around the corner and saw him there where a huge coat with a furry lining on the inside, something I've definitely never seen him wear before. I'm happy to see him and he walks up to me and we hug, and then we went and sat down on the strange wooden structure. I was just trying to think of something to keep the dream going, so I decided to ask him how he figured out that thing about me, but then I woke up.

In the earliest dream I remember cooking macaroni and cheese with baked beans. It seemed like I was in some kind of dungeon fantasy world, in the realm of the game "Hexen". The dream eventually formed into my kitchen were I also had potatoes and turkey on my plate, I don't remember the taste.

The earliest that I can remember of this next dream was it had to do with runescape, and I was in college with a group of kids who wanted to scam some rich guy out of something. We were all in this scheme together, but I remember being not sure about wanting to join or knowing what to do. At one point we had a ladder in the room and I was tieing it down to something on the floor with a special kind of knot. I didn't know what I was doing, and one of the other members made an example knot for me and told me it should look like this.

The dream kind of shifted (similiar dream), I was walking into school the next day, I remember Mr Alan was waiting by the door to let me in, I think it was raining outside. As I went in my friend Alan (coincidence?) came to me, saying he was too busy to talk for some reason, I remember telling him it was fine (he's annoying), we talked about pizza for some reason, I said jokingly if he paid I'd give him 20M (runescape money) for the pizza later on. I knew some kind of optional orientation was to take place in the auditorium for some reason, when I got there it seemed like people were racing me for a front seat, I remember going to sit in one, but somehow I ended up in a seat behind the front row. I noted a classmate of mine Terry, was one up from me. Not as many people as I thought had showed up. The teacher came in and sat down in a desk right beside me, he seemed much more serious than I had hoped, I wondered if I had accidentally ended up in a class. I couldn't make out most of what he was saying, but he was preparing a test for us. He assured us that the test had only 5 questions. The next thing I remember is terry wanted to borrow the mini golden eye glasses from around my neck (why were they there? no idea). I told her she could, but only if she returned them. The speaker in the auditorium somehow became aware that I was there, he asked about my name, and about my future occupation, he was mocking me for something, but I don't remember what it was. He proceeded to sit on my lap well he had some discussion with me about me that I can't remember too well. Later on I agreed that Terry could keep my golden necklace, but by this point it had turned into a golden ball, and I still had a golden key around my neck.

I remember checking my schedule at this point to see what I had next, suddenly I realized it was 4 pm, way passed the time that I needed to get to my next class. I panicked and looked at my schedule (which came up as some kind of electronic display with a touch screen). I rechecked my watch, and this is when I got lucid because the numbers had changed.

I was suddenly in the bathroom in front of a mirror, I was very lucid despite barely trying to WBTB earlier. It seemed I was really determined to hold onto the lucidity this time. I repeated to myself that I was dreaming until I felt it vividly. I remember thinking about how I became lucid, and decided it must have been this eve 6 song that was stuck in my head and playing vividly by this point (the dream shift must have made me forget).

I'm not sure about this first ld, but it ended in a black void, and I woke up in my dream bedroom via deild. This time it was darker outside, I walked into the kitchen. My brother was there with some evil look on his face. I noticed he had a pair of claws that closely resembled rune claws from runescape over his hands. I managed to escape him somewhat easily. I went outside and flew into the sky. I seemed to have little trouble flying at this point, I noted that it was dark and I looked up into the night sky. I saw the planet earth behind the hill, and marveled at it for a moment. I flew onto a building in the distance, and the dream faded.

I woke up in my room a 2nd time. It was still dark, and I was sick of it. I wanted a solution to this problem finally. I decided that I would look out the window in my bedroom for light. I did just that, and there was indeed morning light that was visible through this window, I jumped right through and outside. I flew again, and this time I made it to the playground. On the parking lot there were monsters that ran across it, they looked kind of like robot gengars (pokemon). I flew over them and over the playground. All over the playground equiptment were these children who had baby faces. Their eyes were red or black, and they were evil I decided. They kept trying to find a way to me, but I was too high for them. I perched on one of the poles, and as they climbed to me, I flew away. I panicked for a moment when one managed to latch it's self on, but I pushed it away. The dream ended.

I came awake a 3rd time in my dream bedroom. This time the window plan didn't work, but I went through the dark house looking for other windows. I eventually came to one, and flew out of it just like before. This time the sky was still kind of dark. I flew over to the pavement area around the school. This part is a bit vague in my memory. I remember trying to make the dream vivid by looking at many things. I remember examining my shirt and my pants. I remember taking off my pants, I felt an urge to pee. So I went over to two dcs walking nearby and pissed all over them. Which amused me. This dream ended

I came awake a 4th time in my dream bedroom. I decided the window technique wasn't always going to work. This time I went for the light switch, if I could find enough light switches around, I could definitely light up the house. You may be thinking, but ldgod, light switches don't work in dreams, well they work in mine. I switched on the closet light, but couldn't find another one. I decided that I would explore my closet (this is a small closet). I went in, and low and behold, behind the back was a passageway. I went through the passage way, it was dusty and filled with old clothes. I continued on, it started to look like a cave at one point. I came to a small tunnel and decided I did not want to crawl down it. Instead I found another way that led outside. There was a giant canyon passage down this, the sky was a deep greyish blue color, and the canyon walls were high. I believe I tried to fly, but some giant monster swallowed me. I'm not sure exactly what it was.

I started getting sick of deilding all these lds. I got up from my bed hoping for a false awakening. I knew I was in one the moment I got out of bed, but I had 2nd thoughts when I noticed how vivid everything was. It was light out this time. I did an RC and it ended up working. I walked through the living room, and there were 3 people sitting on the couch, my parents and someone else. I made it to the kitchen, there were two people on each end of the kitchen table. One of them was a girl I couldn't identify, I gave in and felt her up for awhile, one of the other guests made some comment but I can't remember it. I'm not sure what happened next in this dream.



It's my first journal post in awhile, I don't really plan on making another anytime soon unless I have a really enjoyable lucid dream (this one was quite ok). You'll notice my dreams are strange, I don't try to make them look any less odd then they were at the time. This time though, it was interesting that I dreamed for so long without any real WBTB, it has been awhile since I DILDed so naturally like this. Perhaps it has been the fact that I have focused on dream recall so hard this past week. And I have really intended on having them, as opposed to trying to find some perfect WILD technique which will probably never come.

Key:
{Curly brace & blue} .... Relevent waking life details before entry, if appropriate

Black .... Dream body/narative text

(Standard braces & dark green, bold) .... Dream notes, lucidity, time. method etc

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The date entry of this is wrong, I thought I'd share some of my experiences from before joining the forum!
This 'crazy' dream was about a week ago..
In waking life, I dont have a games console... Not had one for years since the ORIGINAL chunky Sony PlayStation (One)



(Spontanious lucidity.... Isnt that a DILD? .... early morning ~4.30AM ish)



Im in a big city, with high rise glass sky scrappers, smaller & older 5,6 or 7 floors low rise etc... like New York
In the bottom right of my vision (which is exclusively 1st person), I have a little square map,
in which there is a black dot in the middle which is me... The map scrolls when I move, keeping me centred.

There are green dots on the map, which are other people in the city scene, which isn't very densely 'populated' ...
I'll only see at most 5 or 6 other people in the street i'm in. The people are 'tracked' on the map when they move

A police car passes, on the map its an alternately flashing white and blue dot... Normal cars are just white dots!!

Anyway, I wander around the city a short while, getting used to my surroundings, and it occurs to me that its like 'Grand Theft Auto' with the map.... Thats NOT Normal!!!.... The bizarreness of that cements my knowledge' I'm dreaming!!' (Lucid!)

Incidently, other significant features of the city that occur during my rampage in the dream are, that some of the wider boulevard streets I go through, have 'vintage eastern European type' trams running along there central reservation, they are yellow at the bottom, and white at the top (Just like Budapest trams!!) .... There is a galvanised steel public art sculpture that looks like the M C Escher impossible triangle.

Knowing I'm dreaming... and I'm 'playing out' a Grand Theft Auto type game on foot in my dream...
... but its all an illusion, so I'm free to do whatever I want...

I ... go on a one man (petty) crime wave on foot, snatching handbags, pushing over old men with walking sticks, stealing pairs of jeans & trainers on racks displayed outside bizaar type shops store fronts.... Vandalising phone boxes etc...

Halfway through my rampage, I try to pause the game and then unpause it... It works!! Everything freezes, then continues again!!
The 'game' has pause music, which is an instrumental only version of 'Dont you want me baby', by 'The Human League'

so ... When police car dots appear on the map now, they have a red and blue flashing 'capture zone' circle around them...
... The more bad stuff I do, the bigger the capture zone circles get!... I'm trying to not get caught

So eventually, I end up entering a 'capture zone', the whole map flashes red and blue, and the chase is on!!
... I get chased by a police car, so I run down a cobbled side street with bollards, so they can't pursue me.
... The police get out of the car and pursue me on foot.
As I'm running, I'm trying to keep them away, by grabbing flare grenades and smoke bombs from my belt,
(Where did they come from!?!) and throwing them to distract the police.

This goes on for a little while, then I (Wake up in the early hours of the morning)

I was in a huge stationery, it was the size of a super market. My brother was there riding on a Segway PT, we were playing Tag with him on the Segway and I running after him trying to catch him. One minute I realized that it was a dream, I did not have to do a RC and I forgot to stabilize. I started to test and train my dream control trying to slow my brother's Segway PT but I ended up not being able to do it. I started looking for a door to test the technique of teleportation in which you enter through the door thinking that the other side is the place you want, I thought about a food court that I visited in a dream a few weeks ago and went through the door.
I ended up on the inside of a mall that could very well have the food court, but the dream ended at that time.

I'm on the run from the police with my dad back home in my hometown. Somehow my dad can fly and I'm on his back. We try to be as silent as possible since there are so many police cars everywhere. We turn in at a country lane only to realize there is already police there, and this fat cop in a white van immediately spots us. For some reason my dad decides to land on a nearby field, and I'm suddenly on my own.
I see the fat cop come running across the field in his high boots all sweaty and breathless screaming "Stay right there!" All of a sudden I know I'm dreaming and I do a RC just to be certain. I try to think what I'm supposed to do when I'm lucid and dream stabilization pops up in my head. As I'm about to do some hand rubbing I look up and the cop is just in front of me. I begin to run, and we just keep running around in a circle on the field while I yell "Stop chasing me, I'm trying to stabilize my dream!" and he keeps saying "Stop in the *gisp* name of the law!" We keep doing this until the dream fades away.

First

I'm with my wife, and we are breaking into a building complex. The door is actually not locked, but we are not welcome. We find our way trough a complex of corridors and stairs, ending up to a laboratory room with three people in it. As we enter the alarm goes of. The doors of the laboratory start closing very slowly, and gas starts pouring in. One of the people in the room says something sarcastic to us. They don't seem to be scared of the gas at all.

My wife rummages trough some drawers and finds a paper. The other people don't do anything to stop us, just offer snide comments. We have more than enough time to leave the laboratory before the doors are finished closing. After getting out of the building we start running.

I think if I was dreaming we could just fly away. Or then again, probably I couldn't fly very well, but jump at least. Then it crosses my head, I am dreaming. I'm not exactly sure so I try jumping. I get a lot higher than I should. Then the scene faids, and is replaced by the blackness behind my eyelids.

There is a feeling of vibrations and some imagery, quite clear but not realistic. I think I should try just going with it, waiting for the vibrations to disappear before trying anything. I don't do any formal technique. At some point I drift to sleep.

Second

I'm in my kitchen with my wife. She is throwing balls up to the ceiling. The ceiling is not solid, it makes a splat and the balls get stuck. I want to try to make the ceiling completely liquid, so that the balls would pass trough. But they just keep splatting, and getting stuck. I jump upward, putting my head trough the ceiling, which offers no resistance. I come down again and ask her to try one more time. The ball, again just splats to the ceiling, maybe a bit deeper this time.

After poor rest for a couple days and a major headache I managed to do a WBTB and have some great lucidity.

Plus, I continue to dream of celebrities. At least this time they were naked.


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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find myself in my old house, the one I grew up in for nearlyall of my adolescence. The living roomis arranged differently, and it’s messier than I would like. I’ve apparentlyjust woken up from a nap or something and I’ve been sleeping on the floor, thepillow and bedmat beneath me testimony to this fact. I am grumpy, and some ofmy disgruntled feelings are directed at my son.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of my pillow is his backpack, and seeing as how heisn’t in the room I decide it’s time I check to see what he’s been taking toand from school. I pull the zipper down on the black bag and I am greeted withpapers, folders, and some trash that is not out of place at all among hisstuff. I’m not interested in any of this, and I dig deeper, reaching for whatlies at the bottom of the bag. Here I find some plastic toys, and I pull outpiece after piece of what appears to be a babies toy desighned for teething. Ican’t even fathom why he would be taking so many baby toys to school, brightlycolored and clearly intended for someone much younger than him. All I can do isshake my head in disbelief.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beyond these pieces of toy I also find a blue plasticdrinking cup, and this literally makes me roll my eyes. I keep finding thesecups everywhere, and I just want it gone. With a flick of my right hand I shootthe cup into the air, intending for it to land a few feet from me, but the fanabove and the air conditioner carry it further towards the middle of the roomwhere it hits Jen on her side as she sleeps in the recliner. She stirs andturns her face towards me, sleepily asking, “What?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, or even for thecup to hit you. It was the fan.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed the fan above is spinning quite fast, though as I saythis I doubt myself, thinking maybe I did mean for it to hit her. I can seethat there’s no way, physically, that the wind from the combined fans couldever send the cup to hit her, especially from the angle with which itdescended. The only thing I can presume is that I did it on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Next time don’t throw it so hard!” She rolls over to goback to sleep, still covered by the red and green horse blanket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I look at my hand to wonder how I could have made the cupfly so far, and this induces lucidity. I quickly count my fingers, noting thateverything appears normal. I know I don’tbecome aware of my hands often so I’m pleased to recognize the sign for what itwas. My right hand touches my left and I’m surprised to find my hand is solid,warm, and unyielding. What I see as I turn my hand around almost makes me startleout of the dream.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the palm of my left hand I have a sore, almost like adark blister, directly below my little finger. I use my right hand to squeezeit and it bursts like a large pimple, pus and blood squirting into my righthand. I’m disgusted but I don’t feel sick despite what I have done, and myfirst thought is to grab a tissue to clean up the mess. I know I’m dreaming yetI look around to make sure no one has seen me, feeling slightly embarrassed tohave a burst hand-pimple. A vague thought about a magician crosses my mind butI can’t seem to find anything to connect it to.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head to my bedroom, the one down the hall and on the left,just where it had been when I grew up. The bed and walls are primarily thesame, as are some of the belongings, but the shelves along the west wall arevery different. I had put shelves up once in real life but the shelves I’mseeing are sunk into my wall. Boxes line them from one end to the other, andspringy black coils stick out of a couple of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It turns out that when I left my old job I took quite a fewof the binding supplies with me. Black binding coils of every size fill theshelves, though this causes me no great concern. What does surprise me is thatI have a box of the special order vinyl pockets we used for maps and largedrwaings, and it is full. These vinyl pockets were quite expensive, I remember,and I feel surprised I took them at all. Still, they are quite useful. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I flip through them, using my finger to page themone-by-one, someone behind me asks, “What will you do when you run out?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I could just ask Curt to get me afew. He still works there.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How many would you get?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Not more than five at most.” I say this knowing I wouldn’twant him to get in trouble and that five seemed a reasonable number to walkaway with.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up from my kneeling position and let my gaze passover the shelves towards the door to my room, slightly closed. Something lookswrong with it and at first I’m unsure if it’s crooked. As I stare I realize itis indeed slanted, and I walk up to it with greater curiosity. When I approach theproblem becomes clear. Someone has attached the hinges of the door directly tothe wall using drywall mounts that are starting to pull out of the wall. Themounts don’t look like the usual hooks that spread out on the inside of a wall,appearing instead like translucent plugs that merely push into a hole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think to myself, “I can fix that. Not today, but somedaysoon.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the living room and stand near the back ofthe recliner chair. I can see my bed-mat in the far corner, and my son is on mypillow with his head, his butt sticking up in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Son, get off my pillow!” I don’t shout but the tone in myvoice suggests he should comply quickly. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my right and in front of me is a large TV, almost like asmall movie screen, and it is showing an old black and white movie starringBruce Willis and Michael Caine. Both men are detectives trying to find amurderer, and both men are naked. They hold a conversation in a room with apotted plant and a small upholstered bench, their penises dangling from side toside as if in perpetual motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My scene shifts and I am co-host on a talk show, though Ifeel slightly underdressed in my tank-top and shorts. Still, none of theaudience seems to mind so I just go with it. Behind me is a platform with lotsof colored lights and what appears to be a game-show set, though I can’t figureout what the game is. It seems unimportant as I realize I’m standing next tothe special guest, Bruce Willis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up at him and I become lucid again. I know I’mdreaming because there’s no way this could ever happen, especially not with methis close to him dressed so casually. What especially catches my eye is howhandsome he is, and I know he doesn’t look this good in real life. The man nextto me is tall, has good hair, is smiling charismatically, and looks great in hisblue jeans and white button-down shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hug him with strength and passion, smelling him as I feelhis body heat transfer to me through our clothes. He feels good, real good, andI sink down to his knees, still hugging his leg. I look up at him as I turnaround, my left hand coming up and stroking him right beneath the crotch withthe gentlest touch against the bulge in his pants. At this moment I so wantsomething to happen between us. He doesn’t flinch, and I take this as a sign ofhis acceptance towards future actions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering my role as a host I make the connection that Ineed to please my audience, and this makes me think of my friend Chris. I knowhe would want to see Bruce Willis in person, though I suspect I could never getthe two to meet directly even after my crotch-stroking experience. I decide Ican do the next best thing and I conjure two audience passes out of thin air. Imake sure they both have the correct wording on them and then I send them offinto the ether. Glancing into the audience I see he has arrived and is sittinga few rows behind the platform where I am still clinging to Bruce’s leg. Ismile and wave at him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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This dream had many of my common dream signs in it, and I finally used my lucidity for a really good cause.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in my house, but it’s not the usual location or layout.I am in a house on a nearby street that leads up the hill to the top of theridge. The house is white, small, and has a wide front porch that is surroundedby an old metal railing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the middle of the front porch is a toilet, the onlyfacility in the house. I walk up and use it just like I was sitting in myprivate bathroom, though I can see the street and people on it as they walk by.I even wave to one of my neighbors as she passes walking her dog. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After using the toilet I walk out front of the house. Jen isgoing to use the toilet and she is upset that people can see her. I’m lookingat the house from the front and I actually can’t see her as the bamboo screenthat shields the house from the sun is rolled down, blocking my view. However,as I walk to the east side of the porch I finally see the trouble; the screendoesn’t cover the side of the porch, and anyone walking by could easily see thetoilet and anyone using it as they approach from that side of the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Waving my hands at Jen and telling her not to use the toiletuntil I find something to block the view, I run back up onto the porch. The first thing I find is a 6-foot long pieceof plywood. It’s wide enough that I can place it over the gap on the side ofthe porch and block the view. I even place my hands on my hips in asatisfactory manner, feeling like I solved the problem. Even then I knew itcould only be a temporary solution.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Shortly following my success I notice the air outside hasbecome chilly, and something in me tells me that it is winter. Jen wants me tohang some wreathes for the season, and I grab the biggest one to take outside.It is solidly made, probably a good four feet across, and considerably heavy.It hangs from some kind of hook though I can’t see it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Jen wants me to hang it on the metal railing of the porch,just above the boxwoods, and I lean in to mount it. I notice that all thesurfaces are covered by ice, as though a recent ice storm coated everything ina layer of frozen precipitation. I reachup to brush off the ice with my glove and have to stop abruptly when I realizeI have knocked a Monarch butterfly out of the ice. It’s slightly frozen, butstill alive, and has landed on top of the bushes.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach to pick it up and as I hold it in my hand I becomelucid. The butterfly becomes even more intricate with detail and color thanbefore, and I stare dumbfounded at the super life-like visual. The poor creatureis struggling to get onto its legs and out of the frost, occasionally moving awing as it tries to recover.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel so sympathetic to this poor creature that I nearlykilled, and my first instinct is to hold it close to my body and breathe warmair over it. I know the heat of my breath can keep it from dying, and as I holdit close I start pouring my heart into it. I can feel waves of emotion leapingout of my chest, like a physical pressure, and as it fills the butterfly it beginsto flutter and shake with energy as though electrified.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I open my hands but it does not fly away. Instead it justsits there and gently flaps its wings every few seconds, as though trying outits body to make sure everything works. Some thought inside my mind fills mewith an overwhelming urge to take the butterfly swimming, despite the coldweather outside, and I walk with it in hand to the back yard. I walk right upto the edge of the in-ground pool and step in, water pouring over me and thebutterfly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The splash is quite a shock, and as I surface I find thecreature is still in my hand. It seems just as fine as me, and I realize I wastesting our ability to breathe in the water. Like me, the butterfly is notaffected by water and can breathe just fine above or below the surface. This isthe first time I’ve ever encountered another dream entity that could share myabilities. I want to talk to it but I merely give it a smile and watch it flyoff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I make myself dry and walk back into the house by way of arear bedroom with a sliding glass door. I know it belongs to my son, and forsome reason his floor is covered with dead and dry leaves. I’m a little upsetby this, how he always has a messy room, and my best guess is that he left theoutside door open for several days. I head to the front of the house, shufflingthrough leaves as I go, and I’m amazed that anyone in the house would choose tolive like this.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out through the living room and past the porch potty I makemy way to the front steps. I encounter an annoying neighbor, or friend of a neighbor,and he seems to want to taunt me. He is a thin man with curly red hair perchedon top of his head. His chin is pointy and he wears a thick grey turtlenecksweater that doesn’t disguise his overly thin neck. I hate him immediately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He begins telling me about a party going on down the streetthat I haven’t been invited to, and something about him being better because heknows the people. I reply that I do indeed know those people, they are myneighbor, and their daughter, Ctharlina (yes, I spelled that right, as it was in the dream), is in my daughter’s class at school. Hesays there’s no way my daughter can know theirs, she isn’t nearly old enough,and I have to point out to him that they’ve been going to school together nowfor three years. He scoffs and turns away as if scolded in public. I assume he’sjust some snooty guy from somewhere east, and I don’t give a shit about hisopinion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Anyway - after phoning my gf (goldfish / girlfish) at 2am, a passing thought thought - "Hah, perfect opportunity to lucid dream", so rather than get up and work - I let myself go to sleep. I had a wonderful dream that ended off with hiking up a mountain. I was chasing a horse up the mountain, then on a really steep part, I called to the horse, and it came and nuzzled up aainst me. It felt very warm and comfortin. It was an old and decrepit horse,and I felt slightly sorry for it.

Then woke up and realized that I wanted to go back to the horse dream, which made me consider the concept of dreaming. I then thought about whether what I was currently experiencing was real or dreaming, and I held up a CD with my hands and looked deep within it, and realized that if I looked through my eyes that I could see my hands sometimes and sometimes not, and that was my clue that I was dreaming. So I then said –how do they say one can astral project – and I attempted to extract myself from my body. It was kinda slushy and I was pulled back to my body – so I then raised my astral legs and leapt from my body – and it peeled away with a treacle-slow sensory pop. I was then next too my bed, and remembered how as a kid I used to see myself from a distance. So I gently shifted to the top corner of the room, and viewed myself and the room. There was no cord from me to my body. I noted how bright everythin was after usin lucidity up. In examining myself I saw myself lying on the bed with my hands curled, just poking from the blankets– and made a mental note of their position. I then went on a fact findin mission to discover how close this world was to the real world.

I went to a window into the room next door, and pushed my way through the window. There was a kindof sticky resistance to doin so. The next room was full of herbs of various sorts, and I was makin mental notes of the species so I could come and check on them once awake. They were very real to me, and I was surrounded by a series of lass rooms with herbs in each room. I then became aware of my gentle snoring. That was reassuring. The snoring of my physical self reminded me that I was alive and all riht. Also it reminded me of how few people my age die in their sleep, so I was quite safe. As I listened to myself snoring, I felt myself rushing back to my body. There was nothing I could do to prevent myself from wakin up.

Some notes: Although the room was similar – it was not the same. Althouh there I was lying there my hands curled up – they were not in exactly the same position. They were more apart when I woke up. The window I went through is not in the room, and neither are all the herb rooms. That means when astral-travellin – we are still travellin through dream space –not actual space. That I could hear myself snoring – and that my travels were silent – suggests that there is a hybrid space. When our conscious brain is awake – our hearin brain is awake too. They are linked, hence my hearin myself snore. I was able to shift consciousness between my hands (physical) and my hands (perceived), and similarly one can shift awareness between the two states in terms of hearing – probably, as I was not aware of sound. This actually says a lot about awareness: That maybe in waking life, there is something doin the perceiving. What is that something perceiving when we are awake, and what space is it perceiving when we are awake but focused thus not aware of the sounds of the outside world???

There is also some consideration about when we astral travel – that we are travelers through a dream space – a stream of consciousness projected by our unconscious. If I went through the same space aain, it would not be the same. Hence the lucidity up. Its just generating what it feels like, or perhaps what it wants us to see. People who have NDE experience leaving their body. I think it is likely just the same. They are projecting in a dream state what the room is around them, and are able to hear and have some perception of their body – but not true sight – enerated sight. Could it be that the subconscious dream mind requires less energy – so as we die and run out of energy, then our mind defaults to the dream mind. When people “experience heaven” they say they hear people calling them, and they feel themselves rushing back to their body. It was the shifting of awareness to the physical that brought me back to my body. It may be the same with NDE – a shifting back to awareness of the body. This throws doubt on the whole after-life experience that people have… still just a generation of the mind! Still a question of what is perceiving the dream / awake state though.
Enough ruminating – 4.40 and its time for work!
p.s. my g key was kinda stuck in case u didn't notice

I must have had lots of REM because I've only been asleep for 5 hours and recall quite a bit. The non-lucid dream before involved a party. It also involved driving, speeding and swerving through a very odd, almost futuristic construction site to get to the other side several times. I was with my brother. I also saw my friend who didn't see me. We followed him for a while and he took a random dump while hanging off these two bars. Disgusting. Oh yeah, I also accidentally said something offensive around another friend (who doesn't exist in real life), and it took two or three tries but I rewound the dream and kept my mouth shut. I knew I was in a dream but failed to really realize WTF was going on and become lucid. I guess I was more worried about making everything better between us.

Anyway, skip a bit, and we were finally going home. Unfortunately home was about 6 hours away so we started driving. I fell asleep in the car (in my dream) and had another short dream. Then when I woke up I was like "Are we there yet?" but no, my brother decided to stop an hour into the trip and stay somewhere. Very annoying. I saw a shop with lots of Zelda stuff in it though and wanted to go the next day. Anyway, my brother took me to some resort with lots of girls and stuff. Then, as I was sitting there not doing much, I looked at my hand. Where's the R I usually write on there? (I didn't do it much yesterday). Then I thought "This feels like a dream. RC time!". After about 10 failed reality checks I wouldn't take no for an answer, so I kept on trying with nose plugging, finger through palm and finger checking...

Then I pictured the member flipsyde. Or more so a picture of some weed dude smoking. And thought about what he once said "I usually start killing people and if the cops show up its not a dream...". For just a moment I thought it was a pretty good idea. Anyway, after much trying my finger started going through my palm. Hooray!

But, instead of an awesome resort, my dream reverted to me being in my house. Oh well. I ran into my living room and started dancing with my cats. Not usually something I'd do but I don't know. Maybe when the time actually comes to be lucid I just get a little crazy? Anyway, I was dancing, rubbing my hands, crawling around on the floor (a technique I learned here). I was moaning in extacy at the realistic feelings of everything (purposely exaggerated for fun)... Then I tried to spin and appear somewhere else but it only slightly changed the objects in my house. Then my brother wanted to watch a movie. Everything seemed pretty real so I actually started questioning if I was in a dream or not now. But I soon got rid of that thought and found myself rolling on the floor moaning like an idiot again, but it was all good. Then I finally decided to take a stroll outside and test my reality by busting into a neighbor's house. I walked outside and saw that it was morning. It was supposed to be night. And the neighbor's husband had a big fire going outside for fun. I felt better outside. More free and whatnot. As I was walking I tried to make a scary demon appear for a moment, which is extremely stupid because I did NOT want one to appear, but that's how I am. I will tempt things like that for a moment. Anyway, nothing appeared. I kept walking and started feeling just a touch off. I saw some grass where the road was supposed to be and planned to touch it to regain my conscious but just as I tried to do that I found myself wide awake. It felt like I had plenty of stability in my dream. I wasn't phasing out much, I just... boom. Awoke.

I done a RC in case but nothing, so here I am now. It wasn't a very good dream, but it's definitely something. A start. My techniques are starting to work. Maybe next time I'll do something a little more interesting!