memorable

Bed: 23.00
Wake up: 07.45


Girl
It's daytime and I'm waiting next to the bridge that leads into the city centre. There's a girl I'm waiting for, though I don't remember what my relation to her is. We meet and can't really decide on what to do. There's a bus to the central station that we let go, in favour of a bus in the other direction. My idea was to go play pool. Turns out that she doesn't like pool. Damn. We let the bus in the other direction slide as well. I'm not sure what we end up doing. I remember thinking that she's cute.

I think it's within the same dream that I'm still with the girl and we have a weird camera. I'm trying to figure this thing out and I think she already knows quite a bit about it. Overall the vibe of the dream was very pleasant thanks to her presence.

Girlfriend
I'm somewhere with my girlfriend. At one moment we're walking, at another moment we're lying down. In the mean time we're checking someone's social media account. It's an Instagram-like medium, because there are only pictures. It's the account of a pornstar, who is posting a lot of pictures of herself with a pornstar friend. We've made a bet on this account for some reason. In the mean time we also start making out.

Found out while writing this entry that Chrome's dictionary doesn't know the word 'pornstar'. How prudish

Ritual: Was working *really* inefficiently yesterday—took me almost eight hours to finish a 22 page article (one with lots of pictures, even!) because I kept looking things up and building my powerpoint at the same time. It was already after midnight before I started reading the 50+ page article (with almost no images) that I was also supposed to finish before bed, so I crapped out at 2:30am without getting it done. I woke at 8am and continued reading in bed, then napped again at 9am—so it became an inadvertant WBTB. Woke at 10:15 after this amazing dream, so I guess all the stress and angst paid off (though it is now 11:15am after writing up my account, and I am no closer to finishing that article! Yikes!)

Earlier NLD: Some interesting features actually. I'm in what I take to be the sheriff's office of a small lakeside town. The building is rustic and wooden. I am one of the cops, a man like the others. They're all macho, gruff, with mustaches. I notice a small boat in the lake just off shore. Although it looks like an innocent fishing expeditiion, I have a definite premonition of what is coming next. I know that someone is lying prone in that boat with a gun pointed toward us, and there are other shooters positioned strategically nearby, and any minute now they're going to fire. I know my colleagues brought this on themselves so I leave them to their fate, diving into a side room and locking the door. There's a random guy in here so I tell him to get down, we're going to be under fire. Meanwhile I make use of whatever time I have left to arrange the furniture to better blockade us, turning the tables and chairs over so that we can crouch behind them like shields. All of this feels like it has happened before—not in the vague sense of deja vu, but a very concrete and specific way like when you replay an encounter in a video game. For this reason I know that if we just position ourselves correctly and keep our heads low enough, we'll make it through this. The bullets start flying. I feel one zing very close to the left side my body, provoking a strange vibration. Did it hit me? Not quite. My sense of repetition is so strong that after the bullets stop, I predict even before lifting my head that I will see a bullet hole in the lower right hand corner of the window behind me. I turn around and there it is, just as I had predicted (not so astonishing in a dream, after all, but I hadn't realized I was dreaming yet). I pull out my phone and snap a picture of it to document this remarkable event before going back outside. I decide the only sensible thing to do is slip out of town immediately, so I take a side path through someone's backyard.

DEILD: Around this time the dream destabilizes enough that I become lucid. I wonder if I can restabilize and continue. I remember the principle I've devised for this: don't worry about visuals, focus on physical movement. Tactile integration is what is needed, then the visuals will re-establish themselves naturally. I dance my way back into full dream state. Now what? I remember my goal to continue with the TOTYs, and decide to try the Unicorn task.

I set my will to summoning a unicorn and soon see a suitable animal galloping toward me down a lane that bisects the fields. This is no ethereal being, but a sturdily built strawberry roan that just happens to have a horn on its head. I found a picture online that gives a good sense of the coat color, only in mine the red hues were more pronounced across the top of its rump.



After it reaches me, I realize I don't actually know how to climb on a tall horse bareback, so I command it to kneel so that I can get astride. Now we need to find a portal and travel to another land, but I had a plan for this: I've been wanting to visit the Wood Between the World.

I canter the roan unicorn back down the path it came from, priming my expectations to see a pool of water as we round the corner. We get halfway around and I still don't see water, but I keep my anticipation high. There it is, after all! I didn't see it at first because it is a very small pond, not much more than ten feet across, but sufficient for my task. "The Wood Between the World," I murmur, imagining what it will look like as I canter up to the pool and have the unicorn jump in. Although I've done my best to maintain conviction, we splash into the pool and... now the unicorn is standing in water up to its knees. We haven't gone anywhere.

This portal was a bust, so decide to look for another, passing a group of teenagers as I leave. I travel down the road until I find myself in what looks to be a luggage store room, like the kind you might find in a train station. The oddest thing is how familiar it looks: I have the distinct impression that I remember this place from an earlier dream this very night, but I can't tell if it is false memory or true. Nothing useful here, but as I leave I spot the group of teenagers again, and ride up to them. I ask if they know of any portals nearby. They mention the pool.

"I already tried that one, but it didn't work." The kids confirmed that, yeah, they don't work anymore, the magic is too weak. But the magic may not be gone entirely—one kid points out that if you stand near the pool and the background music fades, you can still hear something. This brings my attention to the music. I hadn't been paying attention to it, but a song has been playing in the background all along since I became lucid, like a soundtrack. It is a woman singing in a foreign language—it reminds me of the second half of the song "Bjarkan" from Wardruna's album Gap Var Ginnunga, which would make sense, because that's the main thing I've been listening to lately.

The kids can't think of any way to strengthen the portal magic, so I ask if they know of any other portals nearby. They point back across the field and tell me to look for a small shack. I ride over and find the door slightly ajar, so I go in. The door swings shut and clicks behind me—it seems to have automatically locked. Nevermind, I was planning to use this as a portal anyway. How do I pass through? Maybe I should stand here astride the unicorn and let the environment around us shift phase. I begin to try to reimagine my surroundings... but I am interrupted by a cry of alarm.

It comes from a young couple, a boy and girl, who had apparently been making out in a sort of nook or loft halfway up the side wall of this shack. They are startled by my presence and furious when they discover that I have accidentally locked the door. "We'll die in here!" wails the girl. I look around. This shack wasn't built of terribly sturdy materials, I'm sure we can find a way out, even if we have to dismantle it. Distracted by the unexpected crisis, I forget about portalling and even forget that a locked door should be no barrier to me as a dreamer.

"This wasn't designed as a prison, we'll find something." I reassure them. I look around carefully and notice an opening halfway up the side wall in one corner. It's six or seven feet up: all we have to do is climb to it, then jump over a gap of a few feet to the low flat roof of an adjacent shed. I dismount and give the girl, Sarah, a boost to help her climb up. Next I go to help the boy, Tom. His head is now attached to a long pole, like a broomstick, instead of a body, so this is easy: I pick up the pole and pass it through the opening to Sarah. Now my cat is here for some reason and also needs rescuing, but there is a paper grocery bag handy, so I put the cat in the bag and try to hand that across to Sarah. Suddenly uncooperative, Sarah threatens to dump my cat out of the bag. I am flabbergasted. Why would she suddenly turn against me?

"But I showed you the way out and helped you!" I protest. Sarah and Tom are unsympathetic; it is clear that they feel no obligation to return the favor. My annoyance reminds me what I am capable of. After all, there was another way this task could go—that wasn't how I planned to do it, but now that I've been provoked, maybe that's how this will play out. I look back at the door, remembering the classic "Knock" spell from D&D. "Unlock," I command, pointing at the door, and the latch obediently clicks open. I get back on the unicorn and walk calmly out. Tom and Sarah, who have just climbed down from the shed, are astounded to see this. They are even more shocked when the unicorn gores Sarah through the chest with its horn, tossing her body aside like a limp rag. Tom watches in horror, and then his turn comes. Despite my scruples about killing, once I felt that these DCs had justified it by their treachery, I dispatch them without hesitation or remorse. Instead, I find myself wondering if my unicorn will be transformed by this dreadful act—I was envisioning something like the "bog unicorn" in Dragon Age: Inquisition—but it remains a roan horse with a spiral horn protruding from its head.

Okay, apparently now I'm committed to the murder version of the task, so I need a third victim. [Note: I was mistaken about this; the task only required two.] I remember that earlier in the NLD I had encountered some unpleasant people in town, so I ride back in that direction. On the way, I see a number of people working outdoors. I reflect how easy it would be to pick one at random... but that would be wrong. I can't just run up to a random DC and spear them, unprovoked. I do try to maintain *some* ethical standards.

The people working outside resemble medieval peasants. Actually the whole scene has become more medieval in appearance. Just past the peasants I see the remnants of an old ruined stone structure, reduced to its foundations and a few half-standing walls. Congregating around it are men that I take to be warriors. They have brown or red hair, some balding, and many flaunt long beards decorated with bands and beading. I ride up without attracting any attention. What if I just pick the most evil one? "Show me a rapist," I instruct the dream. Surely among a band of what appear to be tribal warriors from some feudal period there must be no shortage of those, given that it was a standard aspect of warfare in many early societies. So I'd better be more specific: "Show me the worst one." The results are inconclusive: I look over the men again and there is no clear candidate.

I recall D&D includes a spell that can be used to check alignment. Maybe I can frame it this way? I instruct the dream to reveal the most evil person by making them glow. Now I see one: the glow surrounds a burly guy with his back to me, looking out over the water. He has short brown hair shaved into a distinctive flat line where it meets his neck, and his head is bare on top, either bald or shaved. As I approach, he moves away and I lose sight of him, the glow fading. I study the crowd but since I only saw the guy from behind at a distance, it is hard to be sure which one he is. I don't want to pick the wrong guy. I attempt to cast the spell again, but now the glow seems to be targeting someone else. While trying to sort out this confusion, I spy something across the field, even better—no, perfect!

It is a jousting tournament!

The jousting is already under way, but I ride up and boldly demand to enter the lists. The organizers comply without too much fuss. But I also have demands to make about my opponent: "I wish to find the most immoral among the contenders."

Meanwhile, the more honorable among the knights point out that without a saddle I will surely be unhorsed. Worse, without the protection of armor or a shield, the lance will surely pierce and kill me. I shrug off their objections, thinking that without saddle or armor maybe I can do some stunt riding and duck down to the side, avoiding the lance entirely. After all, my intention is not to strike my opponent with a lance—my unicorn's horn must fulfill that function to complete the task.

I continue to insist that I be matched against the most immoral of the prospective opponents. There is some debate about who that should be. A man wearing ecclesiastical robes and a cross seems to be the top choice, which makes sense given everything I've heard about the medieval church. I realize that this is all taking a very long time and add to my demands:

"Also, I demand to go next!"

The organizers comply with this too. My bout is set up. But I'm not entirely happy with what I see. Facing me at the other end of the lists is a tall black woman on foot, wielding a club in each hand. This isn't what I had in mind: she is not even a jouster! And I sense that she is clearly not the right match: did they assume she was immoral from a medieval sense of racism or xenophobia? Or is she immoral in the fun kind of way, a free-spirited woman who lives large? Either or both seemed likely. This wasn't what I was looking for. If I have to dispatch someone, I prefer that they be genuinely evil.

"No, this is not the right opponent!" I protest. "I mean, who is the most immoral to the people?" There is no response at first. I have the impression that people are intimidated from replying aloud, so I ride up close to the audience in the stands and ask again. Listening closely, I hear a whispered name: "Lüsswig." I ride along the stands and the whispers of "Lüsswig... Lüsswig..." are unmistakable, repeated everywhere by people trying to speak anonymously under their breath.

I return to the center of the lists and announce: "I shall fight Lüsswig!"

Lüsswig turns out to be a guy wearing a long grey cloak with a hood that is closed in the front, completely covering his face. He removes the hood, revealing himself to be a man with short dark brown hair and full cheeks covered with several days worth of stubble. A smug, sinister smile spreads across his face at the prospect of the coming match. [Note: I've spent a long time trying to figure out who Lüsswig resembled, and the best I can come up with is a badly shaven Jonathan Frakes.]

"Yes, this is a better choice," I declare. His glee is slightly unnerving—he clearly thinks he will best me. I mentally prepare myself by deciding that it must be his destiny to die by unicorn.

We take our places at opposite ends of the tilt and... I can feel the dream fading... oh fuck fuck I was so close... hold it together, surely I can... no, I'm in my body, in my bed, it's gone. Lüsswig you bastard... I guess you win after all.

I can only assume this will augment Lüsswig's dastardly reputation. Stories will spread of the mysterious unicorn rider who disrupted the jousting tournament, arrogantly demanding to fight the most evil of men, but then fled the moment she realized was it was Lüsswig!

Notes: So close! So very very close to completing the unicorn task! I could have finished easily had I taken the practical (but vicious) route and chosen a third victim at random. But no, I had to be honorable and look for someone who *deserved* it...

Oh! Oh! I just looked up the terms of the task. For once I misremembered the details to my benefit—I thought I needed to murder three DCs, but now I see it was only two. So I did it after all! And then my mistaken conviction that I needed a third actually led to some pretty cool extra scenes.

Had a dream that I was living in some sort of post-apocolyptic world, and my sister (plus the two teenage boys in my group) needed gf/bfs. I remember going out and trying to find survivors so that we could find them companions then Everything went kinda black.

Dream skip

Instead of one of the boys finding a companion he chose to become my companion. (sorry for the lack of detail I remember very little) I just got done hugging the guy and I remember two guys laughing at him (I believe they were gay) "Oy, the great schemer has linked up with a white boy." "You forget we are like two siamese cats in the prescence of a great persian:" Proceeds to laugh and mockingly bow. Shaking my head I remember walking away while smiling.

Non-Lucid Lucid Semi-lucid

24th April 2016
I'm going to try to get back to posting my DJ's at least occasionally. No frills, just raw from my DJ (but with sexual spoilers and color added). Reverse order memory/recall (from end of experience, working backwards for transitions). End: I recite my full name and address with so much ease that I think for a second could I be awake in bed...no, I can still see the store I'm robbing. I do think for a second earlier in this scene, is there any way that because my dream image might look quite a bit like my waking self that someone in the store could report me, thinking along the lines of how Robert Waggoner believes that there may be other people in your dreams but I quickly dismiss that and it's a dream anyway so who would report something done in a dream especially something that causes no harm in the (real) world. Obviously I was getting a little bit off track and my lucidity was being challenged a little bit. Rob store, closing, darkish. So when I first was kind of pulled towards the store after flying outside in the rain at night I see at the store is somewhat dark like they're getting ready to close and I get the idea to see what it feels like to rob the store and I summon a gun and say give me all the money and there are two different cash registers counting money and they start piling the money up on the counter. It's not as fun as I thought it could be but of course I knew it was a dream and the money is meaningless. It went rather slow and boring, they put the money together matter-of-factly and I asked for a bag to put it in and I got one of those plastic grocery bags. I thought about summoning a big canvas bag but lost interest. Prior: Flying outside in the rain!! with 2 ladies. I think about how I hardly ever experienced rain in my lucid dreams and I relish the fact but I wouldn't say that the rain felt super realistic. I definitely got the sound and the visuals very realistically but not so much the water patterning off my skin. Dream pulling me where to fly. Prior: Left 3 story bank building party. Russian lady please choose a lady to come with us… chooses Shirley, Asian somewhat nerdy but cute 30 year old as I was thinking she should choose (mind suggest to her maybe). Russian best dream

Spoiler for sexual content:

bj

ever! When I fly up to the Russian looking lady with dirty blonde hair, but more blonde than not, I look into her beautiful eyes, somewhat blue and probably inspired by the beautiful young lady sitting in front of me last night iwl at the musical. I see she wants my

Spoiler for sexual content:

**** in her mouth and she is very skillful and as she continues I think this is the best BJ I've ever gotten

in Dreamland. I am so infatuated by her that I pull her face up to mine and I kiss her passionately . She has strawberry taste in her mouth probably inspired by the strawberry soap sniffed strongly while washing my hands IWL while repeating my mantra to get Lucid tonight.

Spoiler for sexual content:

Many bj's. Shirley or one of the many others I told to take a bite!..and as I stick it in I thought careful the language I use, brain's interpretation, but I quickly correct calmly and mentally with confidence, she knows to lick and suck. A young lady among many bj's gives some nice licks.

After void and attempting beach and getting some ocean water floating I see myself in a mirror across the bare room as a sexy woman in a white short simple dress. I walk up to the mirror and want to see her/me naked so

Spoiler for sexual content:

I pull up the dress to reveal white panties and then pull the dress all the way off to reveal smaller but perfect perky breasts. I pull off the panties and sit down in front of the mirror and start fingering myself which was mostly for the visual experience in the mirror. However, I then decide I want to experiment with what it feels like from the woman's perspective for intercourse and I summon a guy faceless and mostly without a body, seems midsection and penis only and I went with a size I'm familiar with, my own. It was quite pleasurable and I thought of what I was reading about full body orgasm and the experience transformed from a reverse male feeling of intercourse, the smooth wet friction of sliding in and out.

..it transformed into a ecstatic state that took me into the void again, this void felt like I wanted to stay there in the simple enjoyment for a while. (To bank party). The ocean movement void came from



**spoiler for minor schema poisoning, read at your own schema's risk:

Spoiler for minor schema poisoning, read at your own schema's risk:

flying up out of house and thinking oh the ceiling again, set my expectation and got it (used to fly through ceiling as if it weren't even there without void)

but despite feeling some weak attempts from my brain to tell me that I'm waking and feeling parts of my bed, I say not so fast and immediately feel my feet dragging along and then lifting off the bed. I knew it!...and felt a little pride. Before the ceiling phase through which seems most like it was involuntarily, I caught two FA's in my bedroom. One involved dream recall and pulling out my earplugs and noticing my ears still feel plugged and after at first thinking my ear plugs did my ears some harm thus still feeling plugged, then found that I could pull out another pair of earplugs and realized I was dreaming. And the other false Awakening I walked up to my sink and open the drawer to get a Q-tip and found that the drawer was completely empty and realized I was dreaming again. <<Beginning of Lucid period for night.


26th April 2016
Shorter LD where I am in a lady's locker room and I am basically invisible through expectation that I won't get any reaction. I create a soft pad of grass (maybe not entirely intentionally and maybe why it worked so well) to lay on inside the locker room and just relax and enjoy the beauty and variety of the female form.

I dreamt I was dreaming about a certain person i cant get out of my mind (not that id want too lol)
In the dream I was exstatic about her being in my dream again, I was telling people how I had perfected the technique.
And the I was refering to a piece of paper for method of induction.
There was as always music involved, playing.




A dreamy dream lolz

woke up in the night blissed out but by morning just smiley,
rest of day smiley too LMAO!!

Preface:
I do not smoke marijuana. However, I attended a concert the night before, and almost the entire crowd was smoking. My sister and I were exposed to the second hand smoke, so I guess it was a contact high, although I didn't feel high. However, when I got home around midnight I was really hungry, lol. I had a very peaceful sleep and a lucid dream. I was pleasantly surprised. This is the longest lucid dream I've had in a long time, and though people are saying that marijuana doesn't aid in dream work, I think I might actually have to disagree. Let me reiterate that I don't smoke mj and am by no means an advocate, so you can see how this is honestly puzzling to me. I also have very conservative beliefs when it comes to drugs and things that alter reality or control- although i do not judge others or hold them to my beliefs.


DR 1
I was in a large house, moving around from room to room. There were things I had to do- errands, chores, find things, put thins in their place. When I was done, I started looking for more things to do, making up things as I went along. It seemed like the dream was repeating itself, only it was me- going in a circle, creating a cycle. Upon completing the last cycle, I realized- "hey! I don't have anything else to do because this is a dream!"
And in that instant I was lucid. I decided to jump through the floor to get to the level below. I expected it to happen fast- but it wasn't like anything I expected. I jumped on the floor kind of hard (or so I thought it was) but I landed super soft and kind of melted or floated down through the floor, landing very softly. That was totally unexpected.
I began to get really excited. I saw some windows in front of me on the lower level and I approached them. Green, green grass was outside- a huge lawn. No people were there, until I thought of them. When I thought of people they appeared, passing by, and I began making crazy gestures for them to see me, to make sure they saw me, acting crazy because I knew it was a dream and I had control of it.

Preface:
I have been preoccupied with family situations, thinking a lot about the future and possible futures. I think I have been concerning myself with these kinds of things lately, as evidenced by my dreams. I have not gotten much sleep. I did not concentrate on awareness today and so I did not recall more than one dream.


DR 1

I dreamt about being with a family...a little girl and two boys. We are outside In the countryside. There is open sky, and there are fields of green everywhere. The little girl is angry at me, I am trying to console her, because she only wants to go home. We see a plane fly by above us. I try to encourage the girl to stay and watch the plane. But then then suddenly, the plane falls out of the sky!
We are startled. Then-.half the sky turns off. It’s as if someone has hit a light switch, but only on half of the sky (right side from where we are standing). I become very concerned about our safety. Everything is dim, so I tell the kids we will all go to the house together. We travel by foot to a little cabin.
I get them inside. The girl is obviously the first one inside, because she’s wanted to go home so bad.
And we stay there...I use the toilet while the kids are getting ready for bed.

I am mostly just trying to figure out what to do. I start looking around the house for a short wave radio, or anything I could possibly communicate with. Instead, I find small miniature jukebox , which is of no help but is somehow comforting. I am reminded of days when I was younger and remember about A-track and cassette tapes. Anyway, I am fumbling in the kitchen when I awake...

Side Notes: It seemed so real when the plane went down and the sky got dark. Iw as scared but I went into protective mode...There was no time to feel real fear. Thinking back, I was very afraid, but more afraid to show it I think. Somehow in the dream I feel like I'm a father, not a mother.

AP Experience: During the day I decided to try & visualize an AP by starting in my bed & going street by street & house by house to arrive inside my husbands work area so that if I ever was to achieve AP I'd know where I was going in a real time way. I kept telling myself all evening that I would have an AP & LD tonight & I would remember my dreams. I laid down at 2:00 am & kept my eyes closed. I did my meditation by relaxing my body & when I did my breathing exercise I did something different. As I breathed in I said to myself that when I breathe in I'm breathing in AP & LD's & when I breathe out I'm breathing out fear. I'd hold my breath in between. No-one told me to do it this way, I just decided to try it. I kept my eyes closed the whole time & visualized the trip again in my head from my bed all the way to my husbands job & into his work area. My husbands alarm went off at 3:15 & I got up to pee & tried to keep my eyes mostly closed & didn't talk & went straight back to bed. My bathroom is about 10 feet from my side of the bed so it didn't take long. I laid back down & started the exercises over & over & ignoring my husband. Meesha cat has been in our bed all night, even when I was reading before I went to sleep. She was in the middle of the bed. At 4:10 or 4:15 I heard my husbands keys & so did Meesha cuz she went to follow him & then she came back to bed & laid down. (I didn't look at the clock, I asked my husband today what time he left) I just kept on with what I was doing & decided that my husband was no longer a distraction & Meesha seemed all settled so I attempted to bump up my vibrations. And they went from zero to 1000! My whole body vibrated like I had some high tech vibration machine going through my body. It feel like every cell & atom in my body was moving & the sound was a really loud humming & air kind of sound, a whirring sound. Other people describe it as the sound a plane makes. Well, I've only heard that sound on tv but I'd say it was very accurate. It's like my body was going to take off, literally! It was maybe 30 seconds of this & I knew what what was happening. I wasn't afraid & I did not see any entities or anything. I tried to move & couldn't but it was only on my first try. After that I was able to lift my left arm & feel it come up & I could see I had 2 kinds of arms & I could feel the difference so I just went for it & tried to roll off the side of my bed. I immediately remembered I didn't want to go through the floor but briefly it felt like I went down but willed myself back up. It was like the bottom part of me started to go down through the floor but not all of me. I was next to my bed but I didn't feel the floor & I could tell that I couldn't feel things but I'm a well trained monkey & I was afraid of bumping into my bed & in a split second I consciously wanted to float around my bed to get out of my room. But before I did this I looked on my bed to see if Meesha was freaking out or anything but she was just laying there right where she was sound asleep. So I floated around my bed & through my dining room & over my couch & love seat a few times just trying to see the room & feel what was happening. I wanted to go through the door so I could make the journey to my husbands job. But when I got in front of the door I wan't sure if I should try & walk through it or run through it. So I tried to run but I panicked & everything went black for what seemed to be quite a while. I felt disoriented & couldn't figure out where I was. I was so tired but so excited at the same time. I guess I popped back in & then I started a Lucid dream..

LD: 1 I was asking these women in a college for help. I was explaining all of what just happened to me & asked them if they were lucid dreamers & they said they were & I asked them if they new anything about AP but they didn't answer. I walked around & looked for things that could help me understand where I was. They told me I was in some college in Illinois. I told them I didn't think that this place really exists. I found some brochures that said it was in Illinois & it was a college but the name still made no sense to me. I wish I could remember. The stairways there were really wide & the hallways really tall & long & detailed & everyone was friendly & then one woman was trying to get a little too friendly when we turned a corner & there was a hot tub. I got in it with her but when she leaned in to kiss me I went under the water which woke me right up.... I sat up in bed & remembered everything so I tried to text my husband at work. It was 5:04 am. I ended up talking to my husband & telling him all about the AP & this LD.

LD 2: I was in an art college of some kind. I was talking to various people. We were sitting in this neat little place where you step down a couple of steps to get to individual tables & from multiple sides you had to step up each way to get out of it. We were discussing art & since I was enjoying this I didn't try to change the scene, I just tried to take in all the things they were talking about & looking at their art and ideas.
WILD

LD 3: I was outside in this vast area where there was just grass seeming to go on forever & there was this thing that I really can't describe accurately but I'll try. It looked like a small hill where a tight low gully was. It was about the size and shape of a small train trestle & you are looking at it from the side & where the track would be there was a space filled with a multidimensional space where artists were creating computer art that went from one side to the other. The goal was to make something unique fill that space. Each piece started from the left & pix elated across to the other side. Like I said it's hard to describe because it was very complicated. I didn't want to try to change the scene yet again because this just seemed more cool than something I could create. It was so colorful. It was like a big computer program that displayed art. DILD

Explanation of Details- I had some other dream fragments but I let them go because I seem to be so overwhelmed w/ the AP experience.... Quite a while back I used to be terrified by SP & I saw entities. I used to pray every night because I was being attacked in my sleep but I didn't know anything about LD's or AP back then. I wish I had so I wouldn't have been afraid. Eventually they stopped & I stumbled upon LD'ing later. Therefore I wasn't afraid when I had this experience today. It was definitely not something that a person could experience in any kind of a dream. No way. Not possible. This was a real time event.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown

(Side notes:
1. This is my first time posting on this website, so excuse any newbieness that I may have. I found it just this morning and saw that there was a place to put dream journal entries. I have more than 100 notes on my phone of dreams that I have had in the past. If anyone would like to hear about some of those past dreams just let me know, ill gladly post them.
2. The way I tell my dreams may be a little sloppy and/or confusing because I write them down right when I wake up and try to get it all down as fast as possible before I forget important details. If you have any questions or if something doesn't make total sense feel free to ask about it.)

Dream:

This dream that I had happened to, what I consider, to have a dream within a dream. Although I never truly woke up in it, instead I started noticing things that I hadn't noticed before and realized that what was going on wasn't what the "real world" (actually that dream world) should have been like. Anyway, we'll call them the story dream (since it was like i was just following a storyline) and the real dream for organizational purposes. The story dream was nothing interesting, just me going throughout my normal school day, talking to people and what not, so I won't give any details about that. Although throughout that dream I kept noticing something stalking me in the shadows. I remember seeing it multiple times and thinking "that isn't suppose to be there, why is it there?" In the story dream I had a best friend who wasn't actually anyone that i knew irl. Him and I would go throughout our day doing regular stuff, but kept joking around and saying "we need to put your underwear on our heads one day and run around like that". I would just laugh and be like "nah lets not do that." Anyway, it was raining and we were walking to a pizza place for lunch. It was weird because the only way i was able to tell the story dream from the real dream was that the story dream was VERY brightly colored and had a jelly like effect to it (ex. every time I opened a door or touched something it would wiggle like jello for a few seconds), while the real dream was all in black and white. In the story dream i paid no attention to the jelly factor because i thought it was normal. So then skip forward because I dont remember anything after walking in the door of the pizza place. All i remember next is being kidnapped by the man that owned the pizza parlour. He took me into his attic and i saw a black cat up there as well. That's when the jelly effect went away and EVERYTHING became black and white. He kept telling me that i was in danger. I asked him how and he said that there was this giant creature coming to destroy my world. I asked him where i was now and he said i was in "second dimension earth" and that i lived in "seventh dimension earth". I believed everything he said and asked how i was supposed to kill this creature. I dont remember him responding at all, but instead skipping to the black cat sitting in a corner. The cat comes out of the shadows and said that he was the thing stalking me in the story dream. I didn't believe him one bit for some reason. Something told me not to. I told him that he looked much different from the thing that was stalking me, until he walked back into the shadows and proved to me that he was indeed the creature that was following me. I was in shock. They both started to explain to me that everything that is able to travel between different dimensions has a different form in each one. You cannot control which one you are in unless your body feels the need to give you control. The cat started switching between the two forms that he had, showing me examples. At first he was a sleek black cat, then turned into an owl. It looked silver, almost like it was just pure silver light. They explained how when youre in the wrong dimension for a specific form you look like a silver shadow, but once in the correct dimension you will look normal. So i figured the owl must have been the cats form but for a different dimension. The fat pizza man was explaining all of this stuff to me and the cat was continuously changing forms so that i could see how it worked. The pizza man also explained how if you are the chosen one that once you travel to a certain dimension that turns you into the creature that you were born as you can never change again and travel through every dimension as that creature. Skip forward again and i was battling some massive, all black... thing. I wish i could explain to you what it looked like, but i never got a good look at it. It was HUGE and all black. I could see no form of human or animal traits. It was almost like it was a 2D black creature, but was in fact 3D. There was just no detail to it. I was struggling to hurt this... thing because of how big it was. It had crashed through the building, but only its foot was on the floor i was on. The rest of it was scaling the building. That should explain how massive it was in size. I was stabbing its foot with a dumb kitchen knife when somehow my friend from before came in and was like whoa whats going on. I was asking him how he got in here when the creature kicked him back into the story dream. There was a whole in the wall from where he got kicked and i could see him floating in space with a bunch of other brightly colored and wiggly objects. I don't entirely know what happened but it seemed like there was no gravity there, but only there. I suddenly got the feeling that he was dead and i became enraged. I didnt know where the cat or the pizza man went so all i was thinking of was ways to kill this thing. Suddenly the roof got torn off and thats when i noticed that the creature was all black. Next to it there were three dragons flying around. A brown one, a red one, and a green one. Everything was still in black in white but somehow I knew what colors they were. Then my entire perspective changed to being, what seemed like, was inside of my body. I was trying to tear out of it almost. I ripped through whatever I was in and emerged as a MASSIVE dragon. Id say 3 times as big as the three other dragons, but not nearly as big as the black creature. I was never able to see myself, but i knew I had a silver lion's mane and was covered in color changing scales. I flew up to the other dragons and they bowed to me. I remember feeling completely shocked when my dream skips again. I'm not entirely sure what was happening next, but all i can say is that it seemed like i was bouncing through dimensions. I crashed through the floor of the pizza place and ended up in, what i will now call Jellymoto. (You'll see why I call it that in a bit) Once i was there i went back crashing through and ended up back in the black and white dimension. I did that several times until i saw my friend from before floating around with a bunch of my underwear. He wasn't dead, but i could tell he was dying. I was back in human form somehow and started collecting all of my panties. I handed him a pair while placing one on my head. He put them on his head as well and i shifted back to dragon form and put him on my back. I never said anything to him, but remember thinking "If youre going to die, then youre gonna fight by my side until you do". I crashed back through to the other dimension with him sitting on my back screaming "FOR JELLYMOTO!" Somehow doing that killed the creature because my dream skips yet again and we're all back in the attic. Im still in dragon form while they explain to me that I'm like a god. I wasn't JUST the chosen one, but a daughter of some type of goddess or something. They said i was the most powerful being while i changed from hundreds of real creatures to make believe ones. Then suddenly i woke up.

To preface this, my work is closing down, so I will be out of a job, so this isn't a completely random topic to dream about. This dream is also quite short in terms of what happened, but the detail I remember is immense, which is why I found it important to record.

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A coworker of mine told me that he knew of a job I'd be able to do in order to earn some money while I look for a new job. I'd be employed mentoring kids. The reason that he came to me with this was due to the fact that he felt as though he would not be capable of handling it by himself.

I first arrived at the workplace, and it was like a massive school campground, with a bunch of cabins, rooms, shower-blocks, etc, very stereotypical. By the time I was there, it was night and I actually got myself lost along the way. I asked for directions and someone kindly led me to where I needed to be. I was at the doors of a large amphitheater style lecture hall where my colleague was standing up the front ready to give a speech. The audience had a lot of people that I actually knew personally in it, and one friend from Canada that I met while on a trip over there. My coworker and I gave a talk and hung around there for a while.

We must have been allocated individual kids at first because the next and last scene I remember was a little one-on-one session with someone. The very strange thing about this scene was that it was set entirely in my girlfriends room. I remember the bookshelves, the small stool she has that she uses as a table, even her bedside table complete with mini chest of drawers. I could also look out through the hallway and see her brother's room, and the hallway connecting them.

I think the person I was mentoring had some form of mental disability, they were actually older than the rest in around their mid to late 20s. They had light brown hair, a thick mustache, beady eyes and big thick rimmed glasses. He told me that he loved magic and I told him that I did as well. He decided that he wanted to show me a magic trick and said he would also show me his favourite and most treasured deck of cards. What he pulled out was a really awkward looking and feeling deck of cards, a lot of them were red and they were all mismatched, cut to varying sizes and with different patterns and faces. It felt absolutely horrible to hold, very uncomfortable. The trick that he showed me involved me choosing a random card, he then stabbed a different card with a pencil, then ripped it off which changed it to my card. Doesn't really make sense but, hey, what do you expect?

I decided that I would show him a deck of mine, and I opened my bag to pull one out. I distinctly remember the bag because it was exactly the backpack that I sometimes carry with me, down to each of the pockets being the same size and in the same position. Even some of the regular contents were in the bottom, which at the present time are a cream and bandage to help manage my eczema. I pulled out a big shrink wrapped package which was filled with 6 decks of playing cards made by a brand called Bicycle, but they are not the standard ones, they are of a slightly different design. There are two designs, one which was predominantly a deeper, darker red than normal and one that was more of a metallic blue. There were three decks of each colour in the packet. I spent a moment trying to decide which one to open and then decided to open a blue one as I had a lot of currently open red ones. At this point I did not do anything with the cards.

I classify this as a lucid as I am fairly certain I became self aware. I had asked the guy's name multiple times in this session, and then my coworker messages me so I could log my progress to him and he asked me which person I was with and I could not at all remember his name. I realised that this is very unlike me, and I started to question whether I was dreaming before I immediately woke.

Again, I should have checked for a false awakening but I have no memory of what happened after I woke.

D1 - In school i am doing exercises with the class, to reach another dimension. We are making a square with our arms and everybody is making the same moves. I see a large square (portal?) being created. At the top we create a swirly square that is yellow and red, bit like thick acrylic. We keep doing this.
The powers that be ??? want to stop humans from connecting with other beings in the universe. So we must pass on the knowledge to the children of the next generation, for tha sake of all.
I am generating music with my intention and emotions. The music starts to play over and over along with the production of the square.
We have opened the channel and the woman I know appears, her skin is like gold with dark tones. She is dancing and undulating.
I am overwhelmed with emotions of joy and happiness, waves of energy.

D2 - Next I am travelling through hills and valleys, in the countryside trying to reach her again. The journey seems like it will take forever.
I am high up on a hilltop and the countryside stretches on in front of my to the horizon,
Again I am worried about the powers that be trying to stop me.
I take a leap of faith and jump up and plummet down, down , down into the valley below.
I use my powers to change the landscape into flatness and manage to land perfectly safely.

I had another similar dream to dream 2 but only remember journeying again.

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The song in dream one, was Alabahma shakes, I found you.

I was in a house, it likely seemed like one of my earlier homes, the house my family used to own. There was someone else with me but I don't know who it was. I looked out of the window, and the scenery was a lot different, I saw mountains and plenty of green out there.
The sun was about to rise and we saw it, but we also saw light of... nuclear explosions, 3 or 4 in total.
(I think it was around here where I got lucid but oddly enough I'm not sure, maybe I already was lucid)
I pointed out the explosions to my companion, expecting some sort of shockwave to hit us, but it never did.
After that a scene in some kind of floating city came, there were many fragments floating around, some with buildings and/or plants. For the life of me I can't remember the transition from the house to that city, even though I think it was only 1 or 2 minutes in the dream. This floating city had mostly dark gray elements and some orange, and I know that orange was the most prominent color all around us, partially from the sunrise, maybe partially from the blasts. It looked a bit medieval and fantasy-like, probably inspired by some game. I moved upwards with strong jumps, like in a platformer. On a slightly larger island, where 2 or so buildings and some plants were, there was a group of people in dark clothes. I went to them and talked about something, I don't remember everything. What I do remember is that I explained the game Sonic Riders to them, and how I would love to have a pair of those floating shoes and how I liked the idea of them more than hoverboards.

Then everything went black and I felt the dream fading, and as usual I struggled against it. It seems I was out of the dream for a short moment but this time I managed to hold on to my consciousness without completely waking up. I'm pretty sure this would've become a FA if I hadn't manage to hold on to my consciousness by a thread.
After some time of focusing and struggling I saw light, and quickly noticed that it was kind of like the light you'd see coming from under and around a door when it's bright outside and you're in a dark room. I reached for the door and opened it, just to see the same thing again. Then another door, and another one. Then, after I think I opened 4 or 5 doors I actually got outside and had full visual input from the dream again. It was cloudy but bright outside, and I was in some kind of village with broad streets and little to nothing happening. I tried to fly, but was only able to float. The last thing I did was changing the sky into a clear night scenery with tons of stars, which looked and felt beautiful, but alas then I woke up for real.

I dreamt I went into exs house using hidden spare key. I seemed to have known he was away camping with his gf for the weekend. I felt anxious about him coming home with me being there but seemed to be just sat watching TV. I then got up to rearrange the furniture because I didn't like the way he had it.
Suddenly it seemed dark and I realised it was Sunday night and he'd probably be home soon. I started to panic and tidy up and turn TV off. I then heard the back door open and him talking to his gf. I managed to just get out the front door and gently close it. But it was too late, I was half way up the road when he came running up to me asking why I'd just been at his house.
I'd been uncertain whether he noticed I'd been inside. He asked me what I was doing. I made up some really lame excuse about there being a few break ins in the area and had heard he was away so I went in to make sure it was secure and put his spare key inside.
I don't think he believed me and I asked him not to call the police. I was really worried now and he just said he'd have to think about it.

I haven't spoken to him for nearly a year and we were only casually dating for around 8months. When I seen him in the dream he looked uglier than I remembered. I don't even know why I went into his house in my dream.

I had a similar dream about my previous ex a long time ago. I'd been with him and lived with him. In that dream, I'd dreamt I was in the house pottering round and then it dawned on me that I didn't live there and had a panic that I needwd to get out without being seen. In both dreams I was in the house alone with a fear of being caught/ not being able to get out unseen.
On a separate note I'd just like to add, I would never break in/go into anyone's house without permission. And also don't have any feelings towards either ex. I just think it's a strange dream to have especially twice about two different people. Makes me wonder whether it reflects how our lives have changed and I'm not welcome/ not happy being in their enviroment/around them. Or maybe a part of me misses being apart of their lives but feels sad because it would never work.

Preface:
I did some different type of awareness exercises yesterday. No mantras, just awareness. Being, and breathing. Interesting...as I was able to recall one really long dream, instead of a bunch of different ones like usual. I think I like this.

DR 1

So I am in a HUGE, really nice house. I am supposed to be house sitting in my friends' absence. Some not so good friends of mine have convinced me that I should have a house party. Not just any party- but a huge party- (In my mind, its a huge party, like the one form the movie "Project X"). I am weary, but my girl entourage goes about making plans in the background. The place slowly starts filling up but I am not into it. I'm looking a t a bookshelf of encyclopedias, which I haven't seen in ages. I'm kind of taken by them. One of my guy friends is carrying on a conversation with me but I'm only half listening. He's holding a collection of about 8 bandannas, all different colors. I halfway wonder what he's going to do with those, but he keeps talking about some girl he is interested in. I'm not really listening because I am too busy looking for the encyclopedia that would have Belly dance in it. Its missing. So I skip that and look for Dance. As I'm looking for it, the guy kind of tells me that he's not going to pursue the girl anymore..and out of a kind of disappointment, gives me a pink bandanna. I'm like, ok - did i miss something? He is my friend, but I feel that I know he goes through that kind of stuff all the time so I am not concerned with how he feels about some random girl.

Meanwhile, people are partying all over the place- drinking alcohol, dancing and getting wild. I'm totally not feeling it, but I'm also not caring. Just letting people do whatever, and... walking around like I have all the money in the world, so I care less what is being destroyed. Then I come to one of the master bedrooms, and its COMPLETELY trashed. The level of trash finally upsets me and I start telling my entourage that people need to start getting the f*ck out of here. Its all done so politely and is hilarious to me in my mind. When most of the people are gone and the bedroom is empty, there are shoes- loads of shoes everywhere. The bed mattresses have been derailed and they are on the floor. I remember telling the girls that they will have to clean those and then replace them because I need a place to sleep tonight.

There is so much trash everywhere that I can hardly walk. Loads of trash and shoes, all kinds of sizes everywhere. I find a trash bag and I start to try to collect all of the shoes when I see these two guys and a girl taking pictures. That's when I get rude and tell them they have to leave now. I'm really pissed because I am so angry at the amount of shoes people just left here. I am walking behind them and showing them out. The go outside and I notice a painting on one of the walls beside the kitchen back door. Its periwinkle blue with a dainty flower. Someone has spilled some kind of concoction on it so I think I should fix it. I magically get a paintbrush and paint, and start to paint. I fix the periwinkle color so perfectly- it goes on well and I don't need to retouch the flower. I am happy with it- the content feeling I got from last night's dream is back.


Side Note:

For the past two nights I have been content doing things...crafty projects and such in my dreams. Yesterday it was the Christmas tree decorating and today its painting. I am getting this content feeling, like I have a flow of energy while doing something. This seems really nice. I also get this feeling when doing these kinds of things in real life.

I was at least 2 locations I didn't recognize in my dream. There was a character with a sword and a wooden leg kinda hovering in the air. A white house and some kind of red bug. I might have been on a beach and remember telling myself this is a dream this is a dream and woke up. There were also some strange characters like 4 ladies putting on make up.