memorable

I was dating a German influencer and host, I don't remember the exact details but it was pretty cool

Went to bed around 11:30PM.

Berries with the Tots:

I'm with JM and JV from the Tots group. We're at a store modeled after the Pokémon Centers from various Pokémon games.
There is a deli nearby in the same store selling lunchmeat, as well as Pokémon merchandise lining shelves on the walls.
I'm looking at some berries, and the perspective changes such that I'm using a menu to scroll sideways through the different berry options.
There are arrows up and down to change the quantity of berries to buy. There is a price that dynamically updates as well.

Recorded at 5AM.

Kitten in the Kitchen:

I'm at a house. I get the impression it is a new thing, as in somebody has just bought it or started a rental arrangement.
There is a front door area with a kitchen on the left. There is a mudroom type area on the right. The layout is vaguely similar to my parents' old home in northern Michigan.
I'm standing in the kitchen near a plate with some food on it. There is a small kitten near the plate, attracted to the food.
The kitten is black and longhaired, similar to how one of my cats from childhood, Oreo, used to look.
I pickup the kitten to show it to my girlfriend who is in the kitchen nearby.
I get the impression the situation is a 'meet the parents' type scenario.
...
I'm with my Grandma P in a bedroom area from the same house.
She seems to be sharpening chopsticks to resell as a business.

Recorded at 6:45AM.

254 words for the night.

I keep meaning to keep track of my dreams but this is the first one I could remember for awhile.

It was in first person and I have this feeling I was a spy on a misson. I'm not sure what the misson was- but it was at a mansion that was unguarded and I think someone was with me. I'm not sure if she was pyschailly there with me or we're talking by ear piece but she felt close by either way. Well anyway the thing is that someone I had to like open up a window from the outside and then when I tried to get inside I think the second time I had to fight the "son" (not sure if it was the millionare's real son, or not) off and rush inside a room where i think the millionare was already drugged (I don't know who did the drugging) but after I rushed into the room-i had to lock the door behind me and then I for some reason had to push the drugged millionare out of the window and then for some reason put a plunger on the guy's behind and then the dream ended because my body needed to go to the washroom and I didn't have time to go back to sleep.

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My childhood friend's house. This house is small (ish), old, rickety and crooked. It has some charm to it. There are several articles of furniture in lime green, enough to form a colour theme. From the kitchen, with an oven squeezed against the wall on the uneven wood floor, carpeted stairs rise up twisting round against the walls. The treads of the stairs are sunken with age.*

After we climb some way up the bizarre stairs, we get to the top, our heads almost bumping against the ceiling. The stairs finish in a dead end, the banister folding neatly around to form a balcony of sorts. Beyond, seemingly attached to the ceiling, are a large partly-open leather bag, its zipper facing towards us, and an irregularly shaped red box with a centre clasp opening. He tells me there are two spare rooms at the top of the house and he has the bigger one (his parents have the other). They have high security. To enter his room, which was once his grandma's, one must be his grandma or a trusted individual and say the correct password. I don't know any password and feel uncertain as I squeeze my head and shoulders into the opening of the box. But the next moment I'm inside the room and so is he.

His room has light grey carpet, a heavy old wooden table in the centre of the room surrounded by half-height bookshelves. A tall window in the corner opposite the entrance is framed by heavy floor-length curtains. The view outside is of a bright white sky interspersed with pale clouds.

I don't remember what we talk about but later on he has to go talk to someone else, another girl. I leave the house. But soon after I go back in. I'm jealous. I'm surprised at myself for feeling this way - for in real life, I don't have the slightest crush on him. I creep back up the stairs until I am again in front of the strange double entrance. From the further one (to his parents' room) I hear voices. That's where they went. I once again insert my head and shoulders into that box to enter his room while holding a small, dusty old blue cloth-bound book. I crouch down and place the book on his table trying to be as quiet as possible. I lean against the wall intending to listen in, but I don't hear anything.

From time to time I hear noises. I hear his parents come back home and move about below, and try to hide against the thick curtains unless they hear me. But they evidently don't, so I come out. Then I hear him returning to his room. I start to hide behind the curtains again but I realise I won't be able to stay hidden for long while he's here. So I bravely stand up as he enters. He sees me, is surprised for a moment, but laughs. I tell him, embarrassed, that I'm only there for the book. But his teasing eyes say he knows that's not the truth. Blushing hotly, I say goodbye and leave his house, hurrying away down the road.

*It need not be said that his real house looks absolutely nothing like this.

Went to bed around 12AM.

Chaos Bird:
I'm flying around an upscale looking restaurant as a red bird. I'm creating a scene.
I see my therapist at a table, and see that he is eating a bowl of beans.
I divebomb and flip the bowl on him so that it stains his clothes.
I fly back up out of reach and search for my next target.
People are yelling at me, trying to do something about me.
I notice Jordan Peterson. I divebomb his food as well and mess up his day.
I feel embarrassed, but at the same time justified.
I get the impression that these people deserve it, and I should ignore feeling embarrassed.

Recorded around 6:30AM.

111 words for the night.

I'm in a large butcher's shop with an old-fashioned feel. It's really big, laid out like a supermarket, full of meat - and not cold. I remember that, from the street, the windows looked dusty and the shop dark. The interior is black and dark green, and it feels like I could get lost in here.

The owner of the shop approaches me. A bald, genial old man. He talks to me, saying how happy he is to have a customer, and sells me some meat. He jokes that I should come back if the place's still in business - as it will likely close down soon. I protest against this idea, but he tells me that it can't be helped - he rarely has customers. Then he indicates a tall shelving unit full of packets of pink meat and admits he doesn't even know what is in them.

As I'm about to leave, he insists on giving me several items of antique/vintage furniture in the shop.

Later, I return home with purchases. This doesn't look like my road, the pavement is raised a few feet above the road with a railing running alongside. The houses are wider and without the usual stucco on the ground floor. I am laden with old furniture as well as shopping bags and some pink chinaware. I see my parents near a parked car. This looks like a normal car from the outside, but inside it's big: four seats in a row.

My parents have shopping bags too, for a picnic: several buns for each of us, olives, focaccia, vegetables and some other stuff. We talk to the other family inside the car. There is a police car with doors open in the middle of the road and the whole street is quiet - something's off.

Close by is a very small car. A pair of legs stick out from under it at an odd angle, crushed by the car body. "Terrible, isn't it?" I hear someone say. I approach and peer through the windows. The passenger is crumpled over their seat and driver cannot be seen in the dark interior. I knock on the window and the passenger stirs - a young boy in a puffer jacket, looking annoyed with me. Then the driver looks up as well and moves his legs. I see the car has eyes and is red plastic. Just two boys in a toy car. I've woken them up and I hurry away.

Watched a sequel to a popular film about the apocalypse, 2095 (first film was 2024). It focussed on the main cast of the prior film rebuilding in an empty landscape and trying to start a millenarian religion with the sole purpose of warning when the next collapse will happen. The film was somber, with the occasional dry joke here and there. A lot of the places people visited were empty buildings, I think I remember there being a school.

2095 was apparently stuck in development hell, as the film had a sprawling series of logos before it started, with both environmental groups and a network of Christian ministries attached to the name of the project, as well as an organisation called "project 2024", which appeared to be there for the sole purpose of bringing the sequel out once and for all..

I rarely remember a dream as long as this one, with so many details. I can still visualise the dream scenery quite vividly. Currently I'm working on increasing my recall, since I'm a beginner, so I may not have any lucid experiences to note for quite some time.

1. School day?

Remember a lecture earlier, at school, in the pool. The bottom of the pool is raised to floor level and we are all sitting on it. Swimming teacher (IRL) tells us her belly is fake (attached by some permanent procedure, who knows why) and that's why she's fat. There will be more lectures, by others, in the future, and one has already happened - I know this thanks to a paper stuck to the wall, with a list of lectures typed in blue, Times New Roman.

After it's over, I leave, I'm in the school building. Exams are either coming up or have just finished. The school (not IRL, but a squarer, more industrial-looking, white building) is empty. Hallways seem like endless white square tubes, with blue noticeboards on the walls. The carpets in there are blue - IRL they are red. I leave.

I'm standing on an unfamiliar street corner, outside a food shop of some sort. The air feels fresh and cool and the area seems lit up by almost blinding white light, as if a faded white photo. The buildings opposite me are white and glowing. There are cars on the road but they don't seem to move or make a sound. I get the impression I'm near my local library.

A girl runs up to me, I know her IRL, though we aren't as close as friends. She grins and greets me with my name. She has a cup of bubble tea in the left hand. We chat a while about school and I have the impression I'm doing quite well in my exams. We're still talking when quickly, she says she has to leave. She runs across the road, between the cars, and jumps in through the already-opened door of a shiny, sleek black car. Then she's gone, leaving our conversation unfinished.

2. Chase

Fragment: my brother chases me through the streets around my house. IRL geography. I run past the pharmacy but don't remember where I go next.

My (?) cousin (blond) arrives. He wants to see my brother and they enter the bathroom (?) together. I stand outside eavesdropping and feel frightened by what I hear. Cousin touches brother's shoulder and a whitish-yellow light glows. As the door begins to open, the landing lights turn off and I dodge and tumble down the stairs to curl up in the corner of the next landing. My brother descends as I'm pretending to be asleep. I fidget a little, and feel myself shaking in fear, wondering if he'll see through my act because of the trembles. He walks past.

Then I am in the living room. (It's mine IRL). My aunt is here. We talk - I don't remember the words, but she knows they are after me now that cousin did something to my brother. Speak of the devil - my brother suddenly races into the room and makes a beeline for me. Aunt intercepts him, grabbing him by the shoulders while telling me to run. I run out of the house and turn left, racing across the road and into the nearest street off mine. I know I need to quickly get around some corners to make the most of my head start - hopefully, this will confuse my brother since I'm not taking the route I had before (in fragment above). I run through several streets and around corners and the architecture shifts from almost-real to a cartoon-like candy land. The houses have uniform pointed roofs with cherry-pink candy borders.

Soon I realise this isn't the fastest way for me to move and I start bounding, somewhat like a four-legged animal, putting both hands on the ground and pushing, propelling myself forward in great jumps. My whole body lifts off the ground as I jump. The scenery is blurring around me as I'm moving so fast.

Suddenly I can see from my brother's point of view. He's looking for me, running through streets of beige gingerbread houses. The streets are lined with heaps of giant, golden, caramel popcorn piled up steeply against the walls. He throws out his arm and scatters a heap of popcorn as he turns right to keep running. It seems my cousin is speaking into his mind. He makes several left turns. I feel relieved at this since I've been turning right and seemingly heading in the opposite direction.

My point of view again. Suddenly, I see him turn a corner and come towards me. I skid and hurl myself backwards. This time I feel like I'm soaring up into the air, flying on my back, as if I'm floating in a swimming pool. My brother soars up as well and slows to float above me. I hear a conversation between my cousin and him, to the tune of 'about time, do it'. He unfurls a huge flag, in blocks of colours: red, yellow, green. It's made as if of many round beads close together, forming a flat (flapping in the wind) surface, yet with nothing obviously joining them. It billows out against the direction of the wind. I'm still desperately trying to propel myself away.

I hear 'NOW!' and brother comes down on top of me, flag gone. We fall to the floor. I fear my cousin controlling my body, as he is currently controlling my brother.

Then we are sitting in the road, as if we've been dropped from above (I suppose we have) and my cousin and aunt reappear. They cry out: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'. A surprise? My brother has returned to normal, unaware of what's been happening. The dream ends.



Note:

- The first dream had familiar but not quite real landscapes
- The girl who approached me was someone I actually know
- The second dream took place partly in my IRL house
- IRL I don't have a brother, or a male cousin
- I didn't remember any sounds of speech or particular words, nor any faces. Make this a goal for next time!

Let's start with... Jamie Dreams! There have been a few.

1st: Vague dream where we might have been kissing or something.
2nd dream: I wasn't lucid but understood the dream world so to speak. I was sitting in a living room with people. My dead cousin Kiah since 2021, popped up and was like, "hey, hello..." etc. And I asked her, "Can you do something for me? I need you to check someone name Jamie for me. She was supposed to show today but I can't find her." I specifically remember saying to Kiah to, "Just go through my memories, You'll find her." Kiah pulled a curtain made of nothing out of nowhere and wrapped herself in it making her disappear.
Dream skips to where Kiah comes back and says that she had seen Jamie bragging someone that she had a "dream of only," boyfriend. (referring to me, also hinting that Jamie doesn't actually plan to talk to me in person ever. Which is pretty bad in my view, how about I just don't post dreams anymore about this subject. Me, I want a future without this insanity. I'm pretty sure Jamie can find loads of simps to stroke her ego because they think they have a chance. I'm not one of them. seriously.)

I ask Kiah to show me. We teleport to some weird wannabe Harry Potter dream world. There's an english school. We go in. I'm in a role I think I've played before in this scenario. I'm in a teachers or principals office. 2 people are talking about a conspiracy or something. I just lose interest as Jamie's not around.

This morning: Jamie at a funeral being sad, Second funeral dream about Jamie hm...

Too many other dreams to really write down. Scariest one being I kept going into an elevator that would take me to a dark hallway where people were sleeping. A vampire would come by and kill them. not in the typical vampire way... In a way that's impossible do describe, you'd only have to dream it. (Raven if you still read these, try dream viewing this one. might be an exciting dream supernatural scenario that you're recently fond of) The guy would like teleport inside their skin and/or behind them, causing them to choke to death on a most horrific way. The guy seemed unaware of me. I saw this happen a couple times. I was also semi lucid at times.

Driving dreams... almost crashing a LOT. Driving up and down impossible hills.

One dream I had a really angry roommate or something. Walk on eggshells kind of guy.

Went to bed around 12AM.

AI Dream Augmenter
I'm in bed telling S about a dream I just had.
I have recorded it on my phone through voice, and an AI program augments it with video and sound.
It's playing an anime-esque intro about me as a ninja.
I think it is hilarious and cant wait to record more dream with it.

Game Night
I'm at my current home, though it is mixed with my parent's house from northern Michigan.
We are sitting by the doorwall on the ground ready to play a board game. It might have been snowing outside.
D, my brother, and my sister were among the group. Some of my sister's friends may have been there too.
D is standing nearby with a big bowl of goldfish crackers.
The game pieces are mixed with another game. There are red, white, and off-white. The game was Risk.
My sister says they were playing something last night, to explain why they are mixed up.
We start to unsort the pieces.

Grandma's Mafia
I'm at a mixture of my Grandma P's past houses. This one feels more like a compound.
Currently upstairs in the guest room getting ready for a shower.
My Uncle J calls for me before I can get in.
...
I'm out on the patio. It's sunny.
There is a wooden file organizer, and there are dollars sorted into smaller sections of it. I think I see a $1000 bill.
A black lanky man approaches and I'm worried he'll attack me.
Turns out he's just here for payment.
I now 'know' the backstory that my Grandma P runs some mafia operation.
I direct the man to my Grandma, because I don't know how to pay him.
My Grandma P shows up, gives him some money and walks him out.
My brother and sister are here now.
My Grandma P gives me a see-thru golden ball, and there is a sudden urgency to deliver it to a safety shed nearby.
I run to the shed, make it past a closing metal door, then a sharp turn inside, and another timed door.
Shed is barren and musty, but more brown and orange hues from the sun bleeding through.
There is a conveyer belt running through the shed, but it goes through a wall.
There is a tiny opening to the room where the ball needs to go, but I can't fit.
...
I'm out in the yard below the patio with my brother and my sister.
We're talking about the big reveal that Grandma has been a mafia boss this whole time, and Uncle J too.
It has been generational too. We talk about that and look at the muddy yard in front of us where some kids are throwing footballs around.
I reach a troubling conclusion that this mafia info explains my Mom's death, and that she had been innocent.
I see here briefly as a ghost, and she seems relieved that I understand.
I'm hit with an intense sadness and I fall to the ground for a minute.
My sister notices and asks if I'm OK. I lie, saying everything is fine, and move along.
We reach the underside of the patio and enter a garden area.
I'm carrying some garden wireframes of dogs.
Grandma P is there, and she shrugs off our concerns about the situation, as if we disapproved of her new bingo meetup or something of similar caliber.
We move up the stairs leading to the patio deck, and I hear an incessant bee or bug buzzing at my ear.
I start slapping my arm at it, not wanting to be stung.

All recalled/recorded on waking around 9AM.

I dream that I am living with a family in an apartment on top of a big theatre/convention center. I exit the apartment and explore the theatre where everyone working there applauds for me; doormen, wardrobe workers, visitors, etc. my German family is there as well as it takes place im Berlin, It's raining and I start sprinting around the building in laps at a decent tempo, during each lap, someone joins me and we greet each other as we go around, during each lap they all grow and develop, for example one of the guys does the sprint on a unicycle. In the meantime, I'm still the same. Someone asks about my growth and then says it because they're following my journey as a rockstar. The music in the background then has someone grunt in metal style saying "that is a rockstar" as well as inaudible words repeatedly with a guitar riff in the background as some sort of intro. That's when I woke up!

Went to bed around 11:15PM.

Moving On At Work
I'm walking outside at work between buildings, heading away from my main one.
There is an RV setup on a grassy hill where the stairs leading to the visitor meeting center normally is.
My mentor B is there. Getting to see the RV is a sort of right of passage, according to the plot of the dream.
Inside the RV there are a bunch of shoes hanging on the walls on all sides.
There is a man inside the RV that says there is a chemical engineer van as well.
J from marching band is there, and there is also a puppy nearby in the street.
The puppy is smart, and J is playing frisbee with it.
...
Later I'm walking back toward my building.
I'm texting with E who used to work there too.
She's talking about a 4th of July event with the group I recently missed.
I send her some pictures of my girlfriend and I on a pirate ship, vacation.
She's talks about how she is about to have her fourth kid.
I get a sense of relief/closure.
The path that normally leads to my building leads to a different building nearby.
I'm late for a meeting and I've forgotten something. I decide not to go back for it.
E is there now in person and clarifies that she's only having one kid.
I tell her about W and how now I'm a twice uncle.
The meeting room is located in a similar place, but it has two floors instead of one.
I wake up and think about recording the dream and do so.
Then I wake up for real and write down the dream.
Recorded at 4:30AM.

Fragment
Something about deception, dwarves, and World of Warcraft.
Recorded on waking at 7AM.

Notes
This is by far the best lucid I've ever had. Part of me was hoping that this WBTB would fail because then I would have 3/4 fails for 6hr/10m configuration for WBTB (and therefore a clear indication that I should try something else) but now I basically have 50-50 results with it. Sigh. At least the walk and extended waking RC session were different. Maybe that was the key.

Pre-WBTB

Fragment
A vague impression of a field, like a fairground. Dragonball Z characters are there. Almost didn't count this because of how vague it was.

WBTB
I did everything the same as the previous 3 WBTBs (10 minutes and 8mg Galantamine). Except, I decided to take a walk this time. So I walked to the end of the street and back. It was nice. It's finally cooling off around here so the morning air was very pleasant. I spend the time outside walking thinking about "The Lucid Dreaming Portal" and his extended version of reality checks. I try to make the 10 minutes one long reality checking session of heightened awareness. I return to bed after that.

Post-WBTB

Counters & Pizza
I find myself waking up, and I think to do a nose-plug RC because I think it may have been long enough for a dream to form.
I can breathe, I'm lucid. I double-check with a hand-RC and I see more than five fingers on my left hand. Dream verified.
I get out of bed and rub my hands together to stabilize, but don't think to do more than that.
I go down the hall into my living room and think about how while the teleporting may be challenging, I can still get points other ways.
I think about how last time I licked a wall (and the judgement of the result) so I take a bite out of the edge of the counter.
It's very hard on my dream teeth, and honestly I barely get any actually into my mouth. It tasted a bit like how dust smells, but hard to describe.
Then I wonder if that is going to count, so I look for something else.
Because my brain must believe I am a slob, there are two boxes of cold pizza on the counter nearby.
One of the them is square-cut and resembles Jet's Pizza, which is one of my favorites from back home (they have one here in AZ but it is out of the way).
I pick up a slice and bite in. It it super-hard like the counter was but I can still taste the tomato sauce. 1/10 do not recommend. Maybe the counter taste was still in my mouth.
I feel the dream start to fade and I enter the void.
...

Hugging the Goose
I test out opening my eyes and they are heavy. Instead of doing that, I try to visualize my bedroom.
This works. I get a feel for "dream-eyes" versus "real-eyes" that I didn't really understand before when people talked about it.
I get up for another round.
This time, I think about other things I haven't done yet, and I remember that I told my girlfriend in waking life that if I lucid dreamed about her I would give her a hug.
So I call out to her "Goose! Where are you!" (I call her The Goose because she is basically the goose from Untitled Goose Game, nothing to do with Top Gun).
No answer, but I find her in the living room. I walk up to her and give her a hug. She seems happy to get the hug
I notice that there is a ring on the side table nearby, so I think that maybe I could use the ring to practice proposing to her.
It was at this moment when I realized that I don't know what knee I'm supposed to kneel on.
I start to feel the dream fading again.
...

Great-Grandma and the Sledgehammer
Back in the void. Not letting go yet. I visualize my hands in front of me and end up laying in my bed.
Round three, back on my bullshit: Time for the Elusive Fantasy Forest™.
I walk out of my bedroom once again and start looking for ways to teleport.
My girlfriend is there in the living room and I think to try out Saiz's advice.
"Hey Goose, is the elusive fantasy forest behind me?"
"...NO!" she says resolutely.
So much for that. Maybe I can try something else. I remember Lang's advice and go into the kitchen.
I open the fridge and shove my face in. I try to visualize a green swirling portal inside.
Despite seeing a weak green glow at the back and spending some time with my face in the fridge among the food, no luck. Damn.
I look around for other options. I notice a closet door that isn't normally there. It's white and has a yellow-colored metal handle with a spiral design on it.
It is identical to the ones from my Grandma's and Great-Grandma's homes growing up. I enter.
Inside is a small room with white tiling from the floor all the way up the walls and ceiling. The door has disappeared behind me.
Trapped.
I see the tiles start to fall off, revealing new tile beneath. As the tiles fall, ♫ music ♫ starts to play.
Yep. My brain is hilarious. The tiles are slowly revealing the Banjo-Kazooie title screen.
Guess I'm not going to be trapped in a nightmare room, but rather a weird one. Thanks for that brain.
As the scene is revealed, there are more than Banjo-Kazooie characters there.
There is some other animated character that is more sinister. Reminds me a bit of Freddy Fazbear, but less horror-themed.
Banjo and Kazooie are being chased by this character.
I still don't have a way out. This is all so silly.
I decide to try out old reliable. The Kamehameha. It's old reliable because it worked for me exactly one time in a lucid dream as a child.
I get into the iconic pose and start...
"Kuhhhhhhhhh...mayyyyyyyyyy.....haaaaaaaaaa....... mayyyyyyyyyy.......HUHHHHH!"
I see a blue energy swirl in my hands, but it doesn't shoot.
I think it might be because I said "KUH-MAY-HA-MAY-HUH" (which I think is the correct pronunciation) as opposed to the way I've always said it "KA-MAY-HA-MAY-HA". Brain didn't like that, I guess.
I start to panic a little.
As if in response, I hear someone yelling from outside the room.
"I'm gonna help you out! Don't worry I'll come back quick!"
It's my Great-Grandma (who has long since passed away).
I turn back to where the door was, and the wall blocking my way is gone.
I see my Great-Grandma in the living room carrying a seriously heavy looking sledge-hammer.
I tell here that I am OK and she seems content.
The dream starts getting unstable again.
...

Sexy-Time
Back in the void. Nope. Not waking up just yet. This time, it feels like I am in a valley between my mattress on one side and the lowered section of the bed-frame on the other.
I visualize my arms and hands in front of me and the dream pieces back together again. Back in my bedroom.
Round four. Still on my bullshit, looking for the EFF™.
I think it might be a good idea to get out of the house so I head to the living room again.
This time there is a knock at the front door. I open it and there is a woman there I don't really recognize.
She's a little overweight (but not excessively) and her skin is a bit tan. She has short reddish hair.
She has a friend with her but I don't really register her.
I wonder if this is an opportunity to earn more points. I decide to try out some DC-control.
"You're going to bend over on the couch." I tell her.
"OK." she agrees without any hesitation.
Fun activities ensue.

Spoiler for Spicy Content:

At one point she is riding me reverse-cowgirl and I wonder if I can try something crazy.
I visualize her transforming into another person. This is easier because she is facing away.
I can see freckles appear on her butt as it morphs into another shape. I see her hair grow longer and change to brown and curly.
This isn't exactly someone I know per-se, but rather, I'm just adding features I like.
The sex feels good but not like the real thing. Guess I could be lucid-er.
Then it occurs to me that I can probably drop whoever I want in here.
So I think about my girlfriend, and the body morphs again. The butt changes to hers, and I move my right hand up to her chest and my left down her front.
I confirm its her based on her voice.
She rides to finish.

The dream starts to fade once again.
...

Silverlight Way
It's a bit of a struggle, but I manage to come back one more time.
I find myself in the same bed-valley as before.
Round five. Same approach but now I actually manage leave through the front door.
It's fall outside, which isn't a season that exists in AZ in waking life. I enjoy the orange fall leaves.
Other than the impossible season, it looks accurate to my neighborhood.
There is an old man standing near my driveway. He's wearing a tracksuit and has short white hair.
I refocus back on the mission.
"Hey man, do you know where the enchanted forest is?"
"Oh! You mean Silverlight Way? It's over that way!" he says excitedly. He has a slight southern accent that I find appealing.
He points up past the houses across the street and over the horizon.
Jesus Fucking Christ. It's real and it has a name! Silverlight Way!
"Can you take me there?" I ask.
"Well, can you fly?" he says, like flying is as trivial as knowing how to play chess or something.
"Sure!"
He starts to float five feet or so in the air and I follow suit.
Feet are freedom units, from 'Murica. For our non-American readers, this translates to about 1.5 meters.
We start to fly in the vague direction he identified. As we go up, I see the road up ahead. It looks like San Francisco and its hilly streets. Still a beautiful fall-themed landscape.
We enter a town-like area and the old man uses telekinesis while flying on what I assume to be his car. A red sedan. It rises up into the air with us.
There is a large cube-like package tied to the bottom of the car as it floats.
He slides the package off the sedan and into a garage (since this is like San Francisco, the garage is on a slant going down away from the street) and then flies to the car's door as it opens on its own.
The old man is driving the car through the sky now, and I sit down in the front-passenger seat.
I see there is a teenage boy with mid-length black hair sitting in the front-middle seat. I understand that he is my brother and he is paralyzed.
He doesn't look like my waking life brother though. I start to wonder if this is meant to be some alternate reality, where the old man is my dad and this boy is my brother.
Later the car is back down on the road, and there is a group of people walking on the sidewalk. They are wearing hoodies and look a bit like they could kick my ass.
"Let's see, there are one-two-three-four-five-six-seven, seven people there. You could get like, thirty-five points if you get them all," I tell the old man sarcastically.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....OK."
Our old man then proceeds swerve and pretend to runover all these people.
I tell him that we probably shouldn't actually hit the people. Then, the passenger door opens and my 'paralyzed' brother climbs over me and jumps out. Guess he is feeling better.
I slide out the door as well (no seatbelts in this dream ya'll), and the old man flies off into the Autumn horizon. No Silverlight Way for me. God. Damn. It.
I find myself on some concrete steps going up near a building.
All alone, I think to myself. Just a guy, with the ability to fly and unlimited god-like dream powers...whatever will I do?!?!
Despite this proclamation, I can feel the dream starting to fade again. Not so god-like, it turns out.
...

School Conference
Plot-twist, not a false-awakening this time.
Now I'm in a school. It looks like one of my engineering classrooms from college.
My coworker B is there, and a few others. They are all discussing the epic lucid dreams we just had.
I become lucid again, because I realize these are my dream characters and they all remember the lucid dreams because of that fact.
I can feel that this dream is very unstable though and I let it fade. I've surely already forgotten details and I need to record.

Dream 1: Like a normal dream in September, I was on Vecterra (Starfield Moon). There was a story being passed around about how I helped a kid go from nothing to a badass soldier god with a minigun and stuff. It was all well, before I saw Koschei as a background character. She's from the PR and I know this so I get lucid immediately. I tell her "Koschei, I've missed you so much. You have no clue how much I've missed you.." before she says "I have no clue who you are". I think that it might be cause we're not really in a PR world yet, and this is Koschei just playing out another role. I tell her "You are Koschei the Immortal. An Explorer of the Voidway, you fight off Satan's Cult with me and Nairu. Ring any bells??" before she claims that she's "retired". I grab her by the shoulders, look her in the eyes and say "You are Koschei, from the Voidway PR." as a sort-of mantra. Then the light in her eyes change and she remembers. "Welcome back Frank." she says. I say "Thank you so much... I've got a plan! Nairu's still in Earth A, right?". "Definitely. Back at my place". So I close my eyes and open them back in Koschei's lodge. Nairu is there, I can hear her but she's invisible for some reason. I give her a hug and tell her I missed her as well, and that I found where the panacea is to cure her cancer. It gets a bit weak so I try grounding, but wake up anyways.

Dream 2: I was recommending a number of old games to everyone and it generally lead to a complete revival of them. For example I raised awareness on DASE 2 for its modding capabilities and it got on an SCP Illustrated video. I actually managed to get my dad into undertale just because of mettaton. Even though he tried the game and hated it before. It was surreal. I discovered something groundbreaking that I can’t recall before waking up.