memorable

Awesome sequence of dreams, very memorable. I had orders to assassinate a military officer (using a sniper rifle) at a military base. But I had trouble identifying him, and there were far too many other soldiers around to get a closer look. I think I temporarily gave up.

Another scene. I'm in a big city, at night, and it looks like it's the 1920's. It's raining. I'm in a parking lot (lots of old timers, that's how I know I was in the past), and I wanted to steal car to get out of there. My motivating for this criminal behavior is a mystery to me. The door opened, as door locks didn't exist yet in this dream version of 1920. The car alarm went off, and it was loud. A voice told me (or my own inner voice?) that I needed keys to start the car, so it was pointless to even try. But it was too late... between two buildings, I could see a man, a cop, approaching - investigating the alarm. I tried to casually walk away from the vehicle, but knew he'd seen me and was following me. He would arrest me soon, I thought. But then, something happened. I "felt" like I could fly. I could sense gravity "tugging" at me, almost begging me to take off - it's hard to describe. I realized it was the ultimate way to escape arrest. Here begins the "pseudo-lucid" part of the dream. I have all the abilities I'd have if I was lucid, and have some subconscious idea that I am in control and this isn't real, but at the same time not really... once again, very hard to describe. I still blindly follow the "plot" of the dream as if I wasn't lucid. I take off, and look back at the cop in mid-air. He stands there, looking at me, bummed out he couldn't arrest me. I give him the finger, and fly away. The flying, despite the rain and the darkness, felt exhilarating as hell. I looked down, or saw my shadow on a building, and saw I was wearing my long black trench coat. I was also wearing a black leather cowboy hat. I flew through the city, fast. So fast, I flew straight towards a building and knew I'd hit it if I didn't make evasive maneuvers pronto. But as usual, I knew such high speed maneuvers would be difficult, and I was too lazy. I decided to simply fly right through the building instead. I expected to violently burst through the windows and through the whole building, but instead I just kind of "no-clipped" through it, as if it was a fake video game object. This felt dissatisfying.

I flew into the next scene. Near the base from the beginning of the dream sequence was the Hollywood sign, which I flew past. It was sunset. I decided to finish my mission. Here things get violent. Continue reading at your own peril. I landed in the middle of the base, and smashed my way into the largest building. I fought soldiers, and defeated them easily using super-strength. I smashed them into walls, through walls, into each other, and worse. If doors were closed, I casually smashed them down, or just walked through the wall (physically breaking it down, not phasing through). At one point, to get to the floor above me, I just super-jumped up, smashed through the ceiling, and ended up on the floor above! In combat, I used a form of super-speed (the same mental power that propels me in flight) to bash into soldiers, to get a bit of extra punch. Anyway, I couldn't find my target. I grabbed a soldier, and forced him to tell me where his commander was. The soldier told me he was in the small building across from the big one I was in. I walked over to it, and casually bashed in the massive steel door. There he was, the target. Suddenly, I was attacked by several soldiers that came running at me from the courtyard. They stabbed me with their knives (in the chest and abdomen), but my skin was as solid as Superman's and they did not penetrate. It felt very uncomfortable, though. I easily "defeated" the soldiers. Again, very violent moment coming up. I turned to the surviving soldiers, as I was holding another one in my iron grip. I told them I would rip their buddy's head off. The commander mockingly said he doubted I could do that. The soldiers, on the other hand, said he should not doubt my words. They'd seen me in action before. Eager to prove my power, I started violently jerking my prey's head to the back. I used my mental "lucid powers" to imagine it being easy, but it still gave a lot of resistance. In the end, I could see a red "line" in his neck where the skin started tearing from the pressure... That's where the dream ended. It was ludicrously violent, but it felt so good. I was an absolute terror, the "anti-Superman". It felt... liberating! The entire dream had a pretty cool pop-rock soundtrack, and I think I may have heard the song in real life before.

In a later dream, I was an "escort dude", or gigolo. People were standing by a black board, and had to "grade me". Disturbingly, my mother was there too, and also graded me (gross!).

I was in a classroom, among teenagers, but I was an adult myself. I lost my temper, as the other managed to say things that got under my skin and made me relive the horror of my own high school years (and history with bullying). I was desperate to affirm my superiority over them ("I'm an adult, you can't bully me anymore!") but felt utterly powerless. Guess that's why I enjoy ripping DC's heads off...

I was carrying trash bags while riding on a motorcycle through my hometown. One bag in each hand... Cool 80's synth music played in the background.

I had a dream that I was Yato...and Hiyori was kidnapped by a mean and scary witch. Me, Yato, tried to find her together with Yukine. I desperately searched for her in an unending hall, with blue, orange, and purple lights... And when I finally found her, we were teared apart again by the witch.
I just couldn't get closer to Hiyori...and she was so precious to me, I could feel it. Me and Yukine tried everything to take her from the witch, but when we finally could touch her, and take her with us. The witch came, and I can't explain how creepy the witch was... Hiyori got absorbed in that hole again, the home of the witch, and I had to think of a plan all over again.

And now, that I could talk to Hiyori in telepathy. I told her to at least take down the witch, and run as hard as she could to our side. Me and Yukine will try to throw the witch in an endless cave where she can't come out. (there was one nearby) I became Hiyori at that point, and tried it what Yato said to me. It worked, even when the witch became so scaryT_T I ran as hard as I could to Yato's side, away from that hole. I looked back at where the witch layed unconciouss, because I was too scared if the witch woke up.
When I was luckily by Yato's side, I became Yato again, and ran to the witch. I grabbed her hair, and dragged her to the cave, where she would never could come out, but suddenly, that cave was sealed...I couldn't throw her in... So I told Hiyori and Yukine to run as fast as they can, we need to lose the witche's side. I threw the witch away, and ran as fast as I could together with Hiyori and Yukine.

I could already feel the piercing eyes of the witch, and I told the others to run faster than ever.
At some time..I don't remember very well anymore, but I convinced the witch to leave us, but I really don't know anymore how..so we finally were left alone, and had peace. I higged Hiyori real hard, and I began to cry, Hiyori had nany bruses everywhere, and I just help it...I cried out of my dream:'3

That's my dreamstory for the day...
Sorry if the grammar isn't all that okxD

WBTB
I think about how sometimes I had known it was a dream, but not "caught on". I realise "WOW! I'm DREAMING!!!" I become lucid and fly out the window. There are these coloured squares on the ground that glow with a pitch, and I sing a bit to test it. Eventually, I fly upwards in to a star I KNOW is right. I zoom in, and I see two planets orbiting each other. They have 4 moons shared between them. The moons are unremarkable, but the planets are intruiging. One is an icy blue planet, and the other is a gas giant which is yellow with a brown band diagonally wrapped around it. I memorise them, and move in closer to the sun. The next planet is an interesting turqoise with green patches. I FA for a few seconds, then wake up for true.

29-Jan-2017 - ND: Chess pencil + WILD: Detective in 60's Chicago

ND:
I cannot win an on-line chess match because the "pencil" I use to move pieces on-screen breaks up in pieces (!)
People around me make an "Ooooh!" out of disappontment (!)
I make up another pencil from "magnetic" parts, the top has part has a hole which I fill with a ball, but the ball has to stay floating inside for the pencil to be valid (!!) I manage to do it on the brink of my move time

ND: Fragments
- I discussion with colleagues details about a customer development contribution payment - something related to accepting a plastic box as evidence (!)
- A chicken scribble note I cannot translate

WILD#1:
I pick up a DooM shotgun and walk around, shooting at enemies, then I fall asleep

WILD#2: ~7:30 AM
I start near a car, it's an America police car, black and white. I open doors and check inside to stabilize the dream
Then I get in the driving seat, start the engine and drive it through the roads of a city
After some time I realize it's Chicago, from the elevated rail and other landmarks
When I look down at my clothes, I am wearing a black police uniform
I notice few people / cars around

I park the car at a random spot, walk the stairs up to the rail station, talk with the ticket sales guy, he speaks Italian with a strong Sicily accent, we talk a bit in that language, then greet in English
In order to pay for the ticket, I look for money in my pockets
He says "There is your train", I turn to see it coming
The train stops, I get in, have a seat and look at the people around me, they are wearing 60's clothes, women with light colored dresses, men with striped suits. Cool !
I touch my clothes and they become a suit very well toned with the rest
While the train runs on the elevated rail, I look at the scenery out of the window, roads, people, few vehicles, very nice
At the next station I get off the train

I pull off I have a rendez-vous with more cops for a mission, their names are Clarke and Jeremy
I meet them in the street, both are wearing striped suits, one light brown, the other gray
The introduce theirselves: Clarke is a bearded guy wearing a hat, Jeremy has black hair with gel and a rather pointy chin
Our mission is arresting a boss named Jack Nicholson - I think I hope he's not the actor, since I like him a lot
Jeremy pulls off a sheet of paper, I can read some words, it's clearly typewritten (Eng?)
The plan is arresting him by financial irregularities

He's in a red brick building close to us, it's a huge butcher shop - they mention the "legend" he has sold the meat of some of his victims to restaurants. I say it's disgusting, we'll make him pay for that
Each of us has a revolver, we discuss we'll most likely get inspected, I ask them if they have any hidden weapon, they say no
I hint I may be forced to use some unusual weapons if things go bad, they ask for details, I tell them they will see if there is the need
I just strongly recommend them to stay close to me in that case
Then we enter the building

After a glass door, two guys with Thompson guns. The one to our left searches us, find our guns and takes them
I tell him to treat it carefully as it's expensive, he launches it carelessly in a wooden box
We mention our appointment with the accountant, get escorted to a glass door showing the name "S.R.Richard"

We sit down in front of him and tell our story talking alternatively
We are business partners, own a restaurant, and want to buy meat from them
He says it's up to them deciding their customers
We mention high quantities of 1st choice meet, and we are ready to pay well, he gets interested
He asks the name of the restaurant, we provide, he says strange, I know it and the owner, we say we just purchased it
He tries reaching for the phone to check, but we say he can do that later

We mention a fourth partner who's giving us most of the money, but he's fixed with the integrity of his suppliers
He would like to be sure this firm has no irregularities, and ask the accountant to show us their accounting books
First he denies us that, then I put him some mental pressure and he agrees, takes a huge book and opens it on the table for us
I can read some hand-written names, amounts and so on, the accountant ensures that everything is in order
Then I mentioned he's right, except I noticed a buffalo hanging from a hook and I cannot see any mention of a buffalo purchased in the book

I say I am sure this is going to get fixed, but I want to avoid any surprise with our financer, and ask him to discuss with his boss
He says he cannot do that, their boss is too busy to be disturbed for this matter
I manipulate him mentally and he says Okay, I don't know why I am doing that, but I will take you to the boss
My colleagues look at me puzzled

We get in a large office with a big window looking outside and another big window looking at the interior, both at the entryway and the butchering room, where I see many beef bodies hanging
Behind a large desk, a fat man wearing a white suit, smoking a cigar
He asks the accountant who are these people, he's visibly upset

I take the lead here, things move quite fast.
I mention he'd better come with us for checking his books, he calls his bodyguards and more men to kill us
The room quickly fills up, and I quickly use my powers

I build a protective shell around us to protect us against bullets

Spoiler for Crude violence description:

I slam one guy with a Thompson machine-gun against a wall, blocking him there with a metal U-shaped tube at his neck, this quickly strangulates him to death
I use a wind power to launch a guy against another wall, then more wind removes the muscles from most of his body, leaving half of his skeleton exposed
I burn another guy with flames

Then I move to face the boss, I say him I will not harm him if he comes with us
He asks me what I am, try to resist, I mentally hurt one of his toes

Spoiler for Crude violence description:

again removing its muscles and seeing only the bone remaining, inside the shoe

he screams in pain

Before leaving, I look from the internal window make the hanging beef drop from the hooks, then look into the meat mass and give them back life, a herd of black and white cows walks the area. I mention, it's too late for the hamburgers (LOL)

Then I use a "mental lazo" to lift him, smash the big window behind him, deposit him on the street
I quickly get out of the window and fly down
My colleagues reach me, shocked by what they have seen
I tell them to call a car to take the boss to police station, the car comes, we get inside
There is another guy driving it, I ask him to get off as Clarke and Jeremy are too tight in the back seat with the boss
Actually is to talk more freely, they ask me how that was possible, and I tell them the shocking truth: I know it's hard to know it, but they are actually not alive, but just inside my dream
Myself I am even kinda shocked by that, and shiver strongly

I can see they are not very convinced by my words, and I tell I will provide some solid proof: I have just built a bridge above lake Michigan, connecting it to the other side. We drive our car to the coastline and the bridge is there, fading in the distance
I tell them if we've got three hours of spare time, we could get to the Michigan state and back
They say now they believe me
We reach the police station, dream fades at this time

Nap around 3:00 P.M

I WILD into a lucid dream. It is all black. I imagine a ball of light to be the sun of my solar system. It appears. Suddenly, the sun is eclipsed by the dark side of a planet and I wake up.

This is possibly the most consistently thematic dream I have ever had.

I was watching TV upstairs when I heard a knock on my door. My grandma answered it. A police officer was at the door. He said that I was being put under probation. As soon as I heard that, I immediately rushed to the door, asking how long I would be in prison. He told me an hour and then I was taken to a large human centrifuge where i'm assuming the strength to fight back or escape was taken away from us. The guard said to get in there and choose between either 0 or 2 and I said "0... no no 2!" Once I was out, he directed me to my cell. I asked him what I had done and he showed me a keychain. I told him that I didn't do anything. He then replied telling me not to argue with him and I entered my cell. It was a pretty big cell with a guy who had a hockey mask on. I sat on the ground as this person talked to me. I then played doom, but it was ported to real life. The goal was to kill all of the monsters and get the key. I remember being bitten by the rottweiler from quake. I got the key and then I was released.
This next part really ticked me off. I don't think anything in a dream has ticked me off in real life this much. After I got out of probation, my crush and my friend literally kissed in front of my face. There was romantic music and everything, and my crush was LITERALLY wearing a red dress! All the while, I was staring at them in jealousy. Me and some other friends then fled and tried to find our way back home. We found a McDonald's that actually exists in real life, and that's where things got weird. All of a sudden, I was in a green cloudy area, and there was a person that had a sign next to him. It said that the person was put in captivity and was given a beaten up doll to satisfy his boredom. The doll was yellow-tinted-white, but with a splatter of blood on it.

This dream has an exposition, somewhat of a rising action, a climax, and a falling action. I highly doubt this will ever happen again.

25 Jan

Wbtb

I am falling asleep in a sort of FA. I am now sure that if nothing else works to induce a lucid, it will help me become lucid if I write it down on a piece of paper. light sleep.

I am now deeper in the dream and ascertain that my paper writing induction albeit done in-dream is indeed effective. I'm fully aware staring at the sheet of paper with the words LUCID written. My grandma comes in the room and starts cleaning the table, asking me a million questions. I know it's a dream and there's no point answering, so I tell her to let me concentrate. She refuses to acknowledge it being a dream and keeps on asking me stuff, so I have to move to the side to avoid being distracted.

I tk a number of small household objects, then tk the door handle and finally the door to the balcony open. I go outside, thinking that I have no idea what to do for points and regretting not making a more comprehensive list of things. The sky is mostly sunny, so I decide to darken it, although it pains me a bit to ruin a beautiful sunny day. The result is a greyer sky but not completely overcast. I also make a thunder sound in the distance.

Not sure what to do next, I opt for using some weird machine part help me get down from the balcony to the ground (as opposed to jump/flight due stability). There are couple of DCs being rather loud near the corner so I go check what's happening. Nothing too unusual, just a family walking and laughing.

I recall now I wanted to do the headstand challenge and look towards the street. At the moment the street's empty, but the cars are about to soon reach my target section, coming from the nearby street. Nevertheless, doing the headstand in the middle of the street seems tremendously appealing. I briefly wonder what's gonna happen once the cars start coming, but decide that I can handle it. Actually, the way I start doing the headstand is with my back to the cars - that in a way solves the problem (no seeing, no thinking, therefore they don't exist). Two DCs come distract me as I do the headstand. I scold one of them and tell him to assist me instead and help get my legs straight pointing towards the sky. I had reservations about being upside down in this posture and the dream collapsing but it doesn't. I stay a bit more, then get up.

We continue to walk down the street with one of the DCs. At this stage I already feel "memory flood" and inability to save/recall some of the details of the dream. At any rate, quite happy this dream already lasted longer than expected and keeps on going. I look over one of the buildings and see the sun shining again, now it seems closer to sunset. I really like how the sun moved like that during the dream, giving quite of a realistic feel of time. The sunset may in addition mean that the dream is coming to an end, I think.

I recall the basic totm of finding a present under the Christmas tree. A while ago we passed by a nice Asian food shop and lots of other items on a long street I can't recall. I decide to go back in that direction, since I feel it will be much easier to find a tree there. Indeed, in front of one cafe is a large decorated Christmas tree. To summon the present, I say to the DC, I clearly recall they were exchanging gifts in the cafeteria and and am sure they forgot one. I stretch my hand and without looking feel a package right underneath the tree. It contains what looks like empty jewellery carton box and a card. I become very curious and want to read the card although I feel the concentration may have a negative effect on the dream. I try to read the handwriting, which changes from well wishes, to random fortunes, to advertising. Finally, there is a small sheet of stickers for a board game.

The nearby Asian shop looked quite attractive, so I decide to go back and try some foods. In a small fridge they had really cool drinks made from fruits that don't quite exist and also are processed in extraordinary ways. Me and this DC whose apperances keep changing grab a small chocolate bar each. It melts easily and tastes really sweet. As we get out of the shop, I begin to lose lucidity. The DC now turns to boyfriend and we get into a discussion. The desire to get more of the cool drinks overcomes me and my awareness increases again, although not as high as before. To summon drinks, I call one of the girls who was working in the store, going a bit back to where we were before. Sure enough, the store appears, now at a completely different place and a different store, but that doesn't matter, it still looks pretty fancy and serves drinks. The girl that works there comes with a bottle full of freshly made exotic drink and a small glass of red juice. She spills the glass, but I am still able to have a try from what's left. It tastes quite nice. I wake up.

Ritual: I went to bed at 1am last night, early enough that I hoped to get some dreaming in. I'd had good luck with the "Dream Leaf" supplement last time, so took the blue tablet before bed, together with two tabs of bacopa and a vitamin D supplement (the latter unrelated to any dreaming intentions). I slept deeply and I don't even think I woke up for a few hours. I still have no clock in the bedroom since I've been charging my phone downstairs, but I estimated it was around 4 or 5am when I first woke. At that point I took the red pill and went back to sleep. I woke a couple more times but was disappointed that I didn't recall any dreams. Finally it must have been around 8 or 8:30am and I felt almost awake enough to get up, but I thought I would give it one more shot. I mixed about half a teaspoon of Piracetam in some water and swallowed that before going back to bed. That's when the magic happened. It was about 9:30 when I woke up again after a linked series of lucid dreams.

1. ???
I feel certain there were one or more fully developed scenes initially, but so much else happened afterward that I lost all memory of these earlier episodes when I woke. One thing I like about tasks is that they act as a focus for memory as well as intention.

2. Gifts under the Tree
I was in my bedroom and already aware of dreaming, and it felt like some scene had just concluded. The thought occurred: Didn't I mean to finish the gift task properly? I'd better get that done before I wake up or I'll be annoyed. I remembered that my error last time had been forgetting to look under a tree for the gift. However, I looked around and saw that there was no tree in this room. Rather than waste time trying to find a tree elsewhere in the house, I decided to brute force it and manifest one right in the room. My ambivalence about this inelegant solution nearly destabilized the dream, but I was determined to finish the task so I managed to hold it together, even though I had to do this by getting down on all fours and crawling across the room toward the corner where I decided the tree would be.

Everything had gone dark but I figured as long as I could still feel the floor, it was not too late to restabilize. The texture of the floor was distinct, hardwood, and I could feel the smooth boards with small grooves between them, so I focused on that until the visuals kicked in again. My sight slowly returned, and although the lighting remained dim, I could see an illuminated Christmas tree in the corner I was heading for. Is it lit with real candles? I thought, noting the especially warm quality of the illumination, and remembering the nineteenth-century images that had always captured my imagination. But then I remembered why we don't do this anymore: Isn't that a fire hazard? I felt a flicker, not of the candles, but of the dream nearly destabilizing again at my irrational concerns, so I forced my attention away from the lights and onto the area underneath the boughs. I was still on my hands and knees so it was easy to peek underneath.

There were three objects. Two were wrapped, one rather messily, but the last caught my eye because it was unwrapped. It was a single glove, and from the position of the thumb I could see that it was for the left hand. No sooner had I observed this than two more manifested, in different colors, also for the left hand. As I wondered about the possible significance (nothing occurred to me) the pile got larger... maybe a dozen left-handed gloves were now strewn under the tree. This was getting out of hand (no pun intended) and anyway I preferred to choose a wrapped gift, so I withdrew my attention from the gloves and looked at the other objects. The first two hadn't appealed to me, but now I saw a flat, rectangular, neatly wrapped item that seemed perfect, so I picked it up for a closer look.

As I tore through the several layers of wrapping and tissue paper, I came across small textual clues that made me think this must be a gift from my spouse. It turned out to be a book, a beautiful old volume bound in leather that looked like it couldn't have been published later than the nineteenth century. The title was printed in small stamped gilt letters on the front cover. It was something like Personalities of Note, and subtitled Pple of Our Time, where I understood "pple" to be an abbreviation for "people." The author was identified as Lord Lytton, a name that I knew I recognized from WL history but couldn't immediately place.

Turning the book over in my hands and admiring the beautiful cover, I discovered a library sticker on the lower part of the spine. I wondered what library had held such a fine book and looked on the sides of the closed pages where the name is sometimes stamped. The top side of the pages had been coated with gleaming silver pigment, further attesting to the book's quality, but there were no stamps on the outside. I found it inside the back cover: "Library of _______" (I can't clearly remember the name but it was a one-syllable word ending with "nsk," similar to Svensk or Minsk, but something else I think). I continued to look for a "discard" stamp or some other clue that it had been deliberately divested from the library's holdings. I couldn't find one but reasoned that it must have been; surely it wouldn't have been given to me as a gift if it was still a part of a library's collection, and anyway, ex-library books are very common these days.

I opened the book hoping to read some passages, but despite the English title and author, the text was unmistakably in Cyrillic. This was disappointing since I don't read Cyrillic, and I concluded that it must be a translation.

3. Vampire Interlude
I don't recall the transition, but found myself lying next to a blonde boy. I realized that I was a vampire and that also reminded me that I was dreaming. I fed on his blood and gave him advice on his sexual difficulties.

4. False Awakening
I found myself lying under my down comforter in a very plausible facsimile of my WL bed, and even though I was lying sideways across the foot of the bed, I didn't think it odd because sometimes I'll lie in odd positions when I want to relax a bit more but avoid falling back to sleep. I felt aroused and began touching myself, but then I noticed an odd feeling of displacement and realized that even though I could distinctly feel the pressure of my fingers when I flexed them, my hand was resting at my side and not actually in contact with any other part of my body. I correctly deduced that this was because I was not fully awake. Eventually I was able to persuade myself that if I was lucky enough to still be in the dream state, I should make better use of it, and forced myself back out of bed.

5. Explaining Massage to the Snow Lizard
I flew out the window and landed in heavy snow. Now that I was on my feet, I found that the snow was so deep I could barely push my way through it. I was actually enjoying this, because I've been disappointed with the quality of the snow in the WL winter so far. It was night, and I was walking around a vague dream version of my house, but the thick snow made me feel like I was in some deep kingdom of winter. Wondering what to do next, I tried to remember any of the other current tasks of the month or year, but I was having trouble coming up with them. I thought hard until one came to me: the massage TOTM. This wintry realm seemed like an odd place to look for a massage, but part of the fun of dream is improvising, right?

Movement in the air made me look up, and I saw thick-bodied, pale blue lizards flapping slowly through the air. Maybe I could convince them to do it! I beckoned them down, and two of the snow lizards landed and gazed at me curiously.

"I'd like you to give me a massage." I instructed. They looked back blankly. Either they didn't understand the concept, or didn't understand why they should comply. I worked on the latter angle: "I need you to help me! It's for a Task." I tried to make the word "task" sound very important. "Please just rub my back a little." I sat down and turned my back to the nearest lizard.

What the lizard replied was so peculiar that I repeated it to myself many times afterward, making sure I would remember the phrasing: "Mr. Cooper, could you please salute the Constitution? I mean, lift your shirt." I found it very amusing that "salute the Constitution" was apparently a local euphemism for "lift your shirt," though I had no idea why he addressed me as "Mr. Cooper," a name that inspires no particular resonance. I complied with his instruction and looked foward to the prospect of a massage, since my back muscles have actually been sore lately in WL and I've been needing one.

I should note that by this point I had already been dreaming for so long that I was starting to worry how well I would be able to remember the details, so I was actually carrying around my dream journal and taking notes. I recognized sadly that they would be unlikely to persist into waking (though I always, irrationally, hope that somehow they will), but I figured that the concentration of writing down details might help me better fix them in memory. I jotted down what the lizard had just said while I was waiting for the massage to start. I think the second lizard was looking on quietly the whole time.

The lizard wasn't doing anything, so I tried to instruct him in how to give a massage. "Stroke my back," I suggested. He limply touched it. We wrangled a bit but weren't getting anywhere, so I decided to try a different tack. I lay face-down on the ground and insisted, my exasperation rising, "Just walk on my back! Walk directly on it!" I remembered when I was little my dad would have me walk on his back this way, so it was a valid form of massge. I was afraid the lizard might be too heavy, but reminded myself that since it was a dream I couldn't come to permanent harm. But the lizard still balked.

I sat up again, trying to come up with a solution. I remembered shiatsu, how it uses chopping motions. I thought that might be easier for the lizard to master, so I attempted to explain it. Finally I felt something vaguely massage-like as the lizard patted me several times on the shoulders with the flat part of its front feet. (For the first time I contemplated the anatomical differences that might make this challenging for the lizard.)

"Great!" I exclaimed, pleased that we were finally getting somewhere. "Okay, now keep doing that."

But the lizard sounded like someone awkwardly trying to escape an embarrassing social encounter as he replied: "Ummm... it was nice to know you..." and disappeared into the night.

6. The Lonely Beauty of Dream
Somehow after all this I still wasn't awake. I could hardly believe it myself. I knew I should force myself awake at this point, I was juggling so much in memory, and had so much to write down—and the dream notebook I was still carrying was not likely to be much help, though I continued to jot down details.

But I didn't want to wake up. I was enjoying this too much, and wanted to see where else it would go. I was still next to the house, but the sense of winter was fading as I walked around the corner, feeling fully in my element and murmuring: "This is my domain." I walked into the house, which still felt like mine even though it had no resemblance to WL, noting how detailed it all was, even a bit cluttered, boxes of cereal on the counter. What should I do next? I didn't feel like attempting another task as I already had so much to remember. As I approached the front door, which was open on a beautiful bright day—it was no longer dark outside, and the trees were green now—I was inspired to try to see the dream world at its best.

"Show me the beauty of dream," I commanded as I walked through the doorway back outside. I was addressing the dream state directly now. I repeated this a few times, and indeed, the natural landscape around me was incredibly lovely. I walked to the edge of the trees and pulled down a fir bough to admire it. The needles were an unusual shade of purple.

I continued admiring the landscape until I was struck with sudden note of melancholy. Everything was so beautiful, but what good is all this beauty if you have no one to share it with? That was always the problem, wasn't it? Could this explain something about the kind of beings we are, why we choose to cohabit a shared dream despite all the inevitable conflict? I felt a hint of that distinctive sensation you get when you're stoned and think you've stumbled on some revelation of cosmic importance, but at the same time you realize that it will sound bland and foolish when you look back on it later. The sense of loneliness persisted, so I attempted to break through the solipsism, to summon something to me, to reach out and find some other cognition.

A spacecraft flew low across the sky, seeking a place to land. It was not an alien ship but clearly of human make, chunkily built. I don't think it resembled anything in WL but was probably inspired by films or games: the first thing I thought to google was 'mass effect shuttle' and the image results are actually about right. I was surprised to see, as it came closer, that the word "AMERICAN" was written in block letters across the side.

The shuttle settled to the ground and I walked toward the landing site. The hatch opened and a few people came out, walking in single file. The guy in the lead was wearing his suit, but no helmet. He was a dark-haired, middle aged man with a rugged face. I thought he resembled the character Group Captain Peter Townsend from The Crown, which made sense because we've been watching that show lately, and the character was a military pilot.

I wanted to signal my benign intentions so I held my hands out and up. The captain also held his hands up, although I noted that he did not let go of the rifle in his right hand, he just wasn't pointing it at me. I guess he felt wary and uncertain of my intentions. "I come in peace," I announced to reassure him, though it occurred to me that he should be the one saying that—I lived here. As we came closer I slowly (so as not to startle him) brought forward my right hand, inviting a handshake. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and did the same. I brought down my left hand to clasp his in both of my own, feeling warm and benevolent. "Be well," I said sincerely.

At that moment I felt the irresistable pull of waking draw me out of the dream. I hadn't intended it, but it was perfectly timed.

Wrote out a looong dream for the dream contest even though, it being nonlucid, I would've only gotten a single point for posting it.

Then Dreamviews glitched out and was like "haha, it didn't post. why don't you hit back and then reload? "

I hit back. The dream was still there. I reloaded.

Poof.

WBTB
I become lucid. Don suddenly appears and says "I have a challenge for you." He takes me to a room and says, "This is the tiraninon. You must accomplish three difficult tasks to succeed. Good luck."

The scene warped until I was standing at a spaceship port. I have to steal some plans off the malevolent looking spacecraft. After a lot of tense sprinting and blaster shooting, I succeed.

The scene warps again. The task is to buy a bar of soap! I am in a shop selling bars of soap.
After around twenty distractions, and not listening to them, I buy it with the characteristic cuboid money of my dreamworld.

The scene warps again. The task is to survive! I am in a green park and it is peaceful. However bombs suddenly start exploding around me. I think "A rational person would fly out of here to safety, but the children!" I decide that dreaming is not all for pleasure, and save the children, but die in the process.

I complete the triathlon.

I await my score.

Don congratulates me, and says "9, for using a wand."
I somehow know I have been reprimanded about this millions of times myself, but I am satisfied. However, I am confused. I say "But I failed the last task..." Don now says "No, you were the only one to complete it successfully. It has taken you officially out of the spectrum of just control. You have learnt that dreams themselves have worth, not just the control wrought on them."

....

D1: I keep having lucid dreams about my husband but we are both young & don't look like us. It's really odd. I've had 4 this week like this. They are just of us spending time together. I think it may be because we are really enjoying changing things in our house. We are almost done hanging these Led Starry String lights w/ remote. It makes our living room & dining room have this nice warm calming feeling. And we now have a cheaper way to fix couple of other things. It's so liberating after raising our 4 kids!

D2: Chained right on into this dream by walking through a door. I was w/ my ex-girlfriend in a setting that looked something like the Domestic Violence Shelter where had met. It used to be an old school & very nice. Kind of like a dorm w/ a gourmet looking kitchen w/ sitting rooms and such. I've mentioned her a few times on here & the fact that we were best friends before our relationship. We had a falling out so we don't talk anymore but I think of her now & then because she has cancer. This dream was particularly odd. She looked younger & really thin. She acted like I knew she would. I seem to always become lucid where she is concerned & this was no exception. I just spent time talking to her even though she wasn't being sincere & being manipulative as usual. I just wanted to stay there a while regardless to see what I could learn. I think I've learned that I have made peace w/ this situation but it's sad nonetheless.

D3: I was still lucid & chained right into a different setting by using the technique of looking at a single inanimate object. I was looking at a bed first & then a door. I walked right into a woman's house. Her grown man child was talking to her like a dog. I was very calm as I was in the last 2 dreams. I was very focused on the very white walls of an apartment. It was very very nice. I could have done some cool stuff but I'm working on the details & control so I just comforted her & helped her stand up her son & his friends. My control over my emotions was very new in dreams. It's the one place you can do things you probably won't do in real life or on rare occasions. But calm or more accurate peaceful, in dreams is strangely hard for me. I took the time to do this as I walked in & out the door. I woke up feeling like I did a meditation. It was very serene.

Vague Hogwarts dream.

WBTB

I RC by putting my fingers through my hand. It shows I am awake. I try again by looking at my hands. I have 7 fingers! I become lucid, and remember my goal of making background music for the scene. I phase through a wall and I am in a garden. I focus on I can hear a joyful classical movement for the Haydn Cello Concerto. I teleport to Aldeterune to test it and I now hear 'Silent Woods' by Dvorak. I explore the forest in peace.

Saturday January 21, 2017 0110

I was riding in the back of a long car like a station wagon with several rows of seats. There were a lot of male passengers in the car and we were all jammed in tight trying to get comfortable and get some rest. I remember being concerned about my wallet because we were jammed in so tightly. I looked out the front window. We were driving through some big city. I noticed two children riding on extra tall pogo sticks off to the right on the sidewalk. I thought, “If I’m dreaming then I should be able to affect those pogo sticks. Instantly, one of the pogo sticks bended like it was made of rubber and then snapped back to being straight again. This excited me! I thought, “I’m dreaming!” Then I thought, “If I’m really dreaming then I should be able to just fly out of this car.” I shot right through the windshield and flew up to about 30 feet above the car. I looked down at the car and the men were looking at me with amazed expressions. I willed the car to bounce up and down a couple feet off the ground just for fun. Then I flew around a little bit shouting, “I’m lucid! I’m lucid!” Then I thought. Maybe I should wake myself up immediately so that I have a better chance of remembering the dream. I landed on the ground on a wider section of sidewalk, sort of a walking mall area with benches. I thought, “I should try to do something fun. I thought that it would be fun to try to have sex. But there was no privacy in this busy city. I looked around and saw an attractive, tanned, red haired woman sitting on a bench and I approached her. There was a muscular man sitting next to her and he seemed like he was her boyfriend. He looked at me like, “Who are you and why are you approaching my girlfriend.” Since I knew this was a dream, I just looked at him and said, “You’re not going to do anything.” And I turned my attention back to the woman. She smiled and said something like, “No, he won’t.” She was wearing a leather top with no sides to it, just a hole for her head and a flap covering the front and back. I sat next to her and put my left arm around her under the front flap and sort of hugged her. But then I felt like I was sure to forget the lucid dream if I did not wake myself up immediately and I woke up in my bed.

D1 - At my parents back door at night, the sky is pitch black and yet there is a dazzling white lozenger shaped energy ball, with lines of bright white, like little hairs coming off of it. It is the size of a bathtube floating in the air.
I am zapped by its energy, and it does feel how i imagine a big electric shock would be lol.
Someone tells me to stay away from it as its dangerous but I say its so beautiful.
The sky becomes full of dazzling silvery white lines, coiling and uncoiling. Like oil on water maybe.
Again a giant puffball is created and I take it into myself, bam

D2 - I am leaning against a pen, made of white sticks. In the pen is a pack of pooches but as they are fed they turn in to ravening wolves, and very dark. Will they eat me?

WBTB
D3 - i am in a house perched on top a white banister, on a set of stairs. I am watching an electronic device being charged. It has lights and a long row of silver stripes that show the charging, they light up in random order.
My attention is grabbed by someone who tells me I should be helping with the washing. I look down to see washing everywhere and go downstairs and start helping.