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Lucid Nonlucid Notes

Before I begin, I'd like to announce 2 things:

1. Due to a spotted consistency of lucids I have, I have ridded of the TOTNLD, TOTW, and TOTM and replaced them with simply "Tasks".
2. Starting June 30, animated dreams are back! My shorter dreams and more interesting long ones will be animated, the animation posted in the journal!

And that's about it. Now, let's get into the dream.


The first thing I recall was being in class, although my teacher was walking around the front of the room switching between wordlessness and saying random nonsense phrases. Due to the strangeness of this, I became lucid without having to perform a reality check. At first not thinking about my tasks, I decided to just go all out, picking up other students' desks and throwing them at amazing speed at him (I don't hate my teacher, I was just having fun). He did not seem scared, but rather confused as he barely managed to dodge my attacks. I noticed a huge table on the side of the classroom which seemed to have grown, and picked up and threw it at him almost effortlessly, hitting him and knocking him into a bloodless unconsciousness in the back of the room, most of my classmates slightly injured, and all of them in shock. At this point, the dream faded, although I instantly became lucid (albeit unclearly) when I next found myself in my house. This time, I decided to do some normally impossible parkour, moving at lightning fast speeds and destroying parts of my house in the process. I raced past my father and crashed through the door, although it was no longer obliterated when I looked back. Calming down and remembering my task, I realized that the dream was fading and got right on it. I stepped onto a very large plot of mulch outside of my house and to try to improve clarity focused on how it felt, not realizing until after stopping this focus that I was barefoot and was in nothing more than a t-shirt and some underpants. The mulch was quite dense and very dry, and the feel of the wood chips and dry soil felt almost real. At this point the dream was clearly fading so I went right onto the second part of my first task, trying to summon clothes instead of wasting the time to go put some on. I tried this once, but forgot it in order to complete the task when it didn't work. While walking up to a tree, I felt a very sharp (but light) pain in my right foot, accompanied by an unknown voice screaming "OH MY GOD!" as this happened. As I assumed that this had meant that a wood chip was stuck in my toe, I continued walking without looking down, as at this point the shock of seeing blood would wake me up. I reached the tree, hugged it, and closed my eyes as I tried to lift it, but failed. I noticed that my hands would not fit around the tree fully, so I moved them down to a thinner part of the tree to get a better grip. I repeated and felt that it had worked, but I opened my eyes to find the tree still there. Suddenly, I saw a strange distorted view of myself from the outside accompanied by a sound, and in shock lost lucidity although surprisingly stayed in the dream for a bit. After this, I was stuck in a position of my hands behind my back touching the tree and me facing the opposite way and my view was stuck to a profile view of me and the tree. A DC walked up to me (possibly the one that had screamed earlier) and the dream faded.

Task 1: Develop better clarity, lift a tree.
Task 2: Punch out someone with my bare fist without shutting my eyes.
Task 3: Destroy a large structure with my bare hands.
TOTY: Cause (didn't even realize until now that I did this!) and stop a crime using supernatural powers.

Did lots of incubation tonight before my day off tomorrow!
Lucid right now. I am dreaming mind now. Going tothe rainbow to taste the rainbow.
I am dreaming right now I am dreaming right now.

My mantra is I am lucid. I am in a dream I am lucid. I am in a dream.
Then I go flying off to experience the taste of rainbow - I am happy and showing it and lucid.
Then when I have seen myself accomplish this I see a tree in the distance and I decided to go and climb the tree that I can complete task number two and climb up a tree and see a wonderful view and marvel at the view. And I rejoice that I have been able to do my tasks have been aware my dream then at the end I do a reality check and then I do a reality check real life.
My mantra ;

Again I am lucid I am in a dream. I am lucid I am in a dream. To this throughout the day and before bed but definitely throughout the day with reality checks.


Children playing around, making food, enjoying ourselves
Approximately 7:30 AM Sunday 31st of May
I did not meditate this morning but I stayed in bed to carry on dreams. I asked myself what am I doing wrong I have no lucid dreams? I asked myself is it my perception? Or maybe my self awareness? At this point I began to say my mantraI turned onto my side and experimented with the way that I said the mantra . Sometimes I said it as if I was saying to somebody. The next very quietly into myself ... the more I did this send the mantra quietly into myself the more I had experience which was out of this world.

For some reason I decided to stick with the mantra
I am in a dream
I am in a dream.
As I whispered this mantra to myself everything began to change.The H .I .was beginning to get strong so I decided to take notice of it. I remembered that one lady had said when you have a strong H.I then pick A particular point within it and say
I am there.

Then she said you should be drawn to that point. That is exactly what happened I picked to the point and then I began to be drawn to that point it was like a surge of electricity catapulting me towards that point. As I moved towards PowerPoint Indian music began to play very loudly and very clearly I almost reached that very point where I do believe the dream was beginning. However unfortunately I experimented with that surge of electricity and told myself gently back out hoping that I would be able to go back again - It was because this feeling was so unusual had never felt before the weekend to play with and file. Later I have been told by friends that I you could've almost experienced full blown wild.!

The time is 7.09 AM Monday, 1 June.

I did wake back to bed however I was a little emotional and so could not focus properly.
I did have two experience is very similar to yesterday's wild attempt. There were two times I've reached place but did not quite - one time I did actually reach a place that was pitch black and I knew I was in the dream.
I screamed out into the darkness

to "George, mum - help me. You are the only ones that can help me! "

I called out again very very loudly and to begin back into my senses in my bed. But I definitely was in the dream and very aware of it so it was a lucid dream.

Morning of June 11, 2015. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,706-04. Reading time: 2 min 42 sec.



I live in an unknown region in an unfamiliar (to my conscious self) house with my family (some fictitious). I have at least three additional daughters though I do not recall their names. (They do not resemble my real-life daughters.) One seems frustrated with her middle school mathematics homework at a kitchen table. I say that she may need my help. She looks at me annoyingly because it is evident that she needs my help. Another daughter in the twelfth grade will need less assistance.

I am vaguely aware of my need to use the toilet. One of my fictitious daughters is in the bathroom, but she leaves (without complaint) before using it because of me. The bathroom is big (about half the area of our present house). There are pieces of vinyl not firmly or entirely covering the wooden floor as well as debris. Near another wall, perpendicular to the doorway I came in, is what resembles a glass door of a business building but with a doorknob rather than a handle. I go over to the door upon seeing it is open and then discover at least part of the wall is like a glass storefront, so there is no privacy. The immediate area outside looks like a shopping mall entrance. As I attempt to close the door, the doorknob and plate slide about as if loose. I fix it by moving it around until it locks into place and I close the door. I think I will tell my family about it.

The toilet flushes itself (before I go) as if on a timer. It quickly overflows. Water, waste, and debris go under the door, into the hall, into a daughter’s room. I can see through the wall (mentally; unlike through glass). She is doing mathematics homework on her bed, probably wondering about the flooding. I am annoyed by the realization of the awful mess that I will need to clean up, but incredibly, the water, waste, and debris recede, returning to the toilet, leaving the floors dry and clean.

Without using the bathroom, I go outside. The area is rural, and the front yard is very big. I get a strong sense of being in Kentucky (though I have never lived there). The house next door is vacant. On the other side of the dirt road, through a cluster of shrubbery and trees, I see horses pulling a carriage as well as several people walking. I wave at them, and they smile generously and wave back. Most of them are older wealthy blacks dressed in late 1800s attire. One man has white hair and is wearing an expensive-looking suit. They cross to our side of the road and are either moving into the other house or looking at it for possible purchase. There is at least one old Caucasian man with them who may be a servant or adviser as he asks me when the wood pit (a long deep ditch between properties with firewood and uncut logs) was last in use. I am unsure.

Soon, there is a strong gust of refreshing wind, like the season suddenly changing from summer to winter. Big flakes that briefly seem like snow but then like small pieces of old newspaper, small sections of tar paper, and grainy debris, rain down upon us. Some people duck out of apprehension at the unexpected event (that does not cause any injuries). I feel thrilled and exhilarated by this event, with a sense of sudden well-being. When I look back, I see that it was the wind blowing a section of roof cover off my house so that now about a fourth of one side looks uncovered. I notice at least three layers that include newspaper, tar paper, and shingles. One of the men starts talking about my house (though his criticism does not seem rude), as if he is surprised I am living there, expressing how it is more like the kind of house and roof for an apprentice than for a someone such as me. My dream fades.

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Ok I typed a bunch of this up, then left the room and Sofie sat on the keyboard and messed up my whole world.

I had a nap WILD, phased through my bedroom wall, got a little stuck, got outside, saw a tree, climbed it, got to the top, but I was too heavy for it and it bent over and I was back on the ground lol.

Then I WILDed again and called Lee Pace on my cell phone and he showed up in a sports car and we made out until he disappeared and I woke up.

This a weird one.

I met someone from a previous dream last night. She was sitting in her apartment, which I have no memory of entering, and did not appear in the least bit surprised to see me.

She told me that it's very rare for us to meet, as dreams take place in many worlds - so many that we were unlikely the exact same people who met in the previous dream despite the both of us having memories of interacting with each other. With this in mind she simply wanted to enjoy the pleasure of my company while she could, which we did: we talked and played and looked out of her window and generally just enjoyed being with each other for an indeterminate length of time. When time came for me to leave, I requested that we exchange details so that we might find each other later, which she agreed to despite acknowledging the futility of doing so.

I can't remember her name.

It's difficult to describe this experience except that it felt like I was a non-lucid part of someone else's lucid dream , her lucid dream specifically. I was in my standard non-lucid haze, but she seemed entirely more in focus and more real.

After leaving her apartment, I found myself in what I'm going to call the Nexus: a long corridor of doors, somehow with the implicit understanding that each door lead to other dreams. If I were lucid I would have taken full advantage of the possibilities as I've been attempting to replicate a similar effect in what little lucid dreams I've actually had, but as the situation was, I just went directly for a door that felt vaguely familiar.

What was inside was a tortured, mutated, horrifying version of someone else I'd met. So I closed the door, and sometime later I woke up.

Hello, my name is lizzie. Okay....

I had this dream about a guy, who I never get his name but he's always there. I might be dreaming of something else but he shows up and we talk. I wake up thinking who is he, why is he there, and if maybe I'll meet him. However it goes away fast. Though the last dream I had, I felt him looking for me in my dream, there was chaos all around me and me running away. Till I found him and he just hugged me and ran away together. Somewhere in my dream things happened that something was making us separate us and him yelling, "I'll will always find you. Always Liz"
It warmed my heart and woked up, thinking why I dreamt about him so many times continuously. Makes me wonder, if I'll ever meet him.

A slightly disturbing dream, but with all characters displaying a lot of agency and independence. The Sentinel also makes an appearance, a speechless recurring entity who seems to only appear in times of danger.

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I was sitting by the side of the road in my hometown with two friends. We were watching a television signal, using road signs to change programme, but the device was not always sensitive to understand our commands. We stood up and walked along the northern side of the river. I was only a child, and my two companions were comprised of my younger brother and the young daughter of a family friend.

I saw a list of names scroll through my mind. One name in particular I recognised; Yosif. We happened to be walking past his house. It was white weatherboard at the top of a hillside garden overlooking the river. He came out to greet us. He looked to be in his late forties, but took good care of his physique. He was of Mediteranean background, with olive skin, slick dark hair and a slight accent. I placed him in my memory; he had been a GP at a medical clinic a few towns over whom I had visited many years back. Despite being certain of this information in the dream, I know of nobody named of this description or profession in waking life.

Innocently, I told him that I had seen him once when I was unwell. He looked uncertain, but my young friend confirmed my memory. He invited us into his house, telling us that the television signal was much stronger inside. We laughed and followed him up through his garden. He took my brother's hand to help lead the way. I didn't know this man well and didn't really feel like spending time in his home, but I wasn't suspicious of him and didn't want to be impolite.

From the road, his home and garden seemed to be thriving, but walking up through the windy brick paths it became apparent that it had fallen into disarray. Weeds struggled up through the dry earth, the grass was left dying, and the few standard roses still remaining were losing their leaves. Even the house itself was not looking healthy. The white weatherboards were dirty and some had rotted away. He picked up my friend and rested her on his hip, leading us through the garage behind his house. He opened a wooden gate for us, and held it open as we walked through. The dream characters of my brother and friend merged into a single 'child' entity, and the third position of our trio was filled by a young man whom we knew and trusted. He always appeared in dreams to aid me in times of danger, often long before I had even become aware of the threat.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I felt something was wrong. It was naught but a high-fenced pen. I turned to object to Yosif, only to see the door being closed behind me. I kicked with enough force to stagger him and made my escape. Yosif was distraught that I had spoiled his game. He started busying himself about the house while crying and tearing his hair. I hid nearby in the garden. I heard a woman's voice from inside his house, but she was speaking to me telepathically. I was annoyed at first, believing her to be his well-meaning but ultimately complicit wife.

"He drowns the children in a deep puddle beside the fence. Sometimes, he likes to submerge his own face in the water as well so that he can share in their experience." She told me. "The weeds in the puddle are a greater hazard than the water itself. The children choke on them."
On this information, I rushed over to the puddle and started to clear all the vegetation, raking the mud below. The water was grey like run-off and I couldn't see below the surface. She cautioned me against trying.
"Afterwards, he buries their bodies beneath the puddle so the other children have to look at the faces of the dead while they drown."

Disturbing, to say the least.

She told me to go and stay out of sight while she made a phone call and then rushed from the house across to the neighbouring property.
"I'm coming with you," I said, and cut across the garden to join her. I assumed she was going to call the police. I was relieved my older friend had appeared and been caught as well. He wouldn't go down easily, and may intimidate Yosif long enough for the cops to arrive.

I followed the woman into her home, an impressive mansion. There were many well-kept sprawling rooms devoted to displays of cultural artefacts which were open to the public. It was much like a small museum. She ducked into a side room and began to speak hastily on the phone. I looked around. This area contained many pieces of Japanese origin; scrolls of calligraphy and maritime implements. There was a scale model of an ancient Japanese whaling ship which caught my attention.

I noticed a man in one of the rooms with an attendant. He looked to be her adult son; spiky blonde hair and well-built. He had a tattoo of lettering in black and red across his chest. As he was putting on his robes, I saw this his right hand and most of his right leg were missing, but he still had his foot and could move it at will. When he had finished dressing, he looked quite scholarly, and I followed him from his room.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me what this place is?" I asked.
"This is the Temple of Apollo," he said, unsure as to how I could be here without knowing where I was. The artefacts in this room definitely had a more European flavour, but I didn't notice anything distinctly Hellenistic.
"Oh, I didn't realise given the asian influence in the other room," I said and walked off. He followed curiously.
"This wasn't here yesterday. They must have changed it," he said.

The museum was quite intriguing and had many patrons. There were model ships and spaceliners, bottles of googly eyes in every size, and fantastic pieces of antique art; a conglomeration of humanity's existence.

Wandering through a drab foggy wasteland. whites, greys, browns, stone colors. ramshackle buildings sit in cramped rows. Walls made of grungy wood and metal. torn cloth hangs from lines and sways gently in the wind. I call for *, and then I call for ~. Neither of them answer. There are people, but they are indistinct and grey, and they go about their business silently. I don't feel anything from them. No warmth, compassion, or recognition. I feel that they can hear and see me calling out, but they don't care.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the dully reflective surface of a sheet of metal, and walk closer for a better look. my expression is hopelessly sad, I look wraith-like, wearing a tattered white shapeless dress. My hair is limp and knotted. My visage fits right in with the landscape. the right eye is partially faded, so I swipe my hand across my face to bring it back.

emotional content was strong- depression, hopelessness.

I half woke up and was stuck in an inbetween state full of racing thoughts for less than a minute.

The Death of My Brother
I am with my Dad, sitting in a car. He shows me a text from my brother, which says something like ''In car wreck''. Dad goes on to say he's dead, the car is wrapped around a pole and went up in flames. I didn't believe him at first, but soon after the shock set in that he was probably telling the truth. I begin to think that I'll be the only one alive in my bloodline in the future. I start to think about the responsibilities that will be left for me as they pass, and feel it will be too much for me. The scene shifts to where an ambulance is. I see my brother on a trolley bed. There's a clear sheet over him. I have a slight feeling that he is OK, but soon realize that he had passed away. He looks a little disfigured which disturbed me. I only had a quick glance at him, so I wouldn't be too upset. Dad reassures that my brother is dead, by saying ''That's dead for ya''.

I'm now in a car with my Russ. He is in the backseat and I'm in the front. I ease into the news about my brother. I ask him if he heard the news about my brother. He says he didn't know a thing. I try telling him about it, without getting emotional. We both well up a bit as I tell him. He starts to make a list of people on his phone, to who he needs to contact about the news of my brother. I take his phone and check the list. There's quite a few people, some of who I don't know well, or at all. I step up and tell him that I will do the calling for him. I feel quite nervous about doing it.

I'm at a house playing cricket. I am the bowler, and I'm using a small bit of sliced cheese, that I have rolled up as the ball. I think I see or hear my brother in a garage. I see him and have a sigh of relief that he isn't dead. A guy that's with him was the donor that saved his life. My Dad is with me and he sprays some kind of smoke on to himself, due to the man that saved my brothers life must have been sensitive to the environment. The man was overweight.

I come running out of the garage, naked, running around the corner where I was bowling from earlier. I try and put my underwear on, and end up putting them on, inside out. I do this with the pants also.
There's guy in his 20's that's near me. I have to decide to vote for him or Redfoo to be on the next show of XFactor. I tell the man that I will vote for him. The scene changes but the scenario is the same. I'm now at my house and I'm unsure on who I want to vote for. I think I tell Redfoo that I will vote for him also. I tell everyone that I'm voting. So I raise my hand and sway them back and forth towards the guys I'm needing to vote for/against. The man is giving Redfoo props on how good of a person etc he is. I believe it's a tactic to make him come across as a genuine nice person, which would lead for people to vote for him. Redfoo isn't too confident at this point and decides to walk into my room. I end up voting for Redfoo.
I run outside into the backyard to tell the other judges what the end voting was. I tell them that Redfoo won, which is a lie. I see Ronan Keating, and he doesn't believe me.

Side Notes
I woke up from this dream feeling pretty emotional. I was second guessing if something was going to happen to my brother, due to some of my dreams coming true in the passed. I do a bit of EFT to take the edge off.

Date: Saturday June 6 2015, 6:20 AM
Important: No

Caffeine induced spacewalk and local tour

bill and i can't sleep we are driving around in his truck looking for something to do. it's night time and we are on old country roads. it's about six forty five and i remember a place where we can get some breakfast. I hear on the radio about a club that will be doing last call in about 5 min. I say "man that's pretty crazy that there are people who are still out and partying right now.

I see a giant display of Peppa pig in the sky and think that it may be coming from the club. bill grabs my hand and shows me that i'm not paying attention to the road. Now i'm driving very fast on country roads trying to stay on them. they shift from asphalt, to dirt to cartoon at a rapid pace. i have to keep swerving to not crash into the canyon below.

scene change. the truck is now parked in a driveway. it's still kind of dark out but we know it's morning time. There's a black family inside up and running around doing stuff. I ask bill if we can leave and he tells me that the car is blocked in. I see two cars in front of us.
"How can we get out"
bill says he needs one of them to move the car.

I knock on the door and a little black girl comes up. I ask her to get her mom. her mom comes to the window that's slightly open and says that she's not coming outside.

now i hear the rush of air that means there's a slight leak in my CPAP in the real world. I say to her and bill "look guys i'm dreaming, i'm out of here."
I'm walking down the neighborhood at night wondering what i'm going to do. Looking at all of the houses. I look up in the sky and remember i want to go to the moon. I start to fly and don't get very high before coming to the ground. I start to fly again I do go up into space.

I'm floating in space and i'm looking around for the moon. I don't see it but i see a couple of bigger stars that may be the moon. I'm thinking of flying over to them but then I'm remembering my grappling hook i have on my hip (control manifestation trick) I'm feeling for the hook and pretend to have it and the fire it out into space. the dream is starting to wobble..

I think to stabilize. I look down at my hands and see them. Then i start rubbing them together. The space scene goes away in a flash of bright light and I'm back in a neighborhood in day time. Now i'm walking on a street and it's bright and beautiful out. I'm looking at a bush, and can hear the wind rustling. The leaves are bright green and vibrant and i can see them shimmering with the wind in a somewhat unnatural manner.

I come upon a house with a ton of pumpkins in the yard. I can tell they are mechanical. I look closely at one of them and can see that it appears to be some kind of a sound system. There are lots of small buttons and displays. I think that i want to meet this person who made these things. I pick up the pumpkin and throw it down thinking it will make him come out. nothing happens so I keep walking.

These two kids come up to me. A little girl says, "hey mister, give me a card, I don't care what the card is." I reach down into the pocket of my jeans and start feeling for the card. I don't feel anything but come up and hand her nothing. Now she's holding the card and it's the ace of diamonds. We are walking along a sidewalk with a chain link fence next to a big empty lot and i say to her "aren't you much older?" and I tousle her hair.

There's a lady a little ways away wearing a black gym outfit passing out flyers for her gym which is behind her. I smile at her and say "why don't you give me a tour?" she smiles back and we go inside. we walk into the first room and there's a mattress on the floor. I say "is this the bedroom?" she smiles at me again and I feel heat in my groin. The dream wobbles again and I wake up.


Tony Blanco

I was attending college and I remember being in the school then being home and looking at the time and remembering it's getting late and that the teacher told me before that class starts at 8 and not to be late. I went into my grandfather's bedroom and there was some sort of class taking place so I sat down and we were back in college sort of. It's hazy now that I've woken. Two girls were coming in late but instead of sitting down they kept walking back and forth down the halls looking around into different bedrooms until they got to mine at the end of the hall and then started heading for the front door. I chased after them and they were way too sexy. To explain the kind of sextra they were, think "new wave Russian Porn". I talked to the sexiest girl about sex stuff for a moment until she seemed uninterested and walked outside. I turned to her friend who seemed more interested and began to explain that I was about to jizz on her. Just as soon as I said that I jizzed on her arm. She smiled. I smiled. It was a good time.

Later I'm downstairs in my grandparents house, and my uncle is there. In waking life my uncle is not allowed to be a part of the family until he gets help and sober up from lots of drugs and other things. He has tried to kill me three times and I have a Protection Order against him so he can't be near me or the house for a year. I saw him there and began to panic knowing he would try to kill me. I went into the laundry room and walked to my grandpa's tool bench to find something to defend myself with. He walked into the door way. I couldn't find a tool in time and he started walking at me and smiling and said something. I shouted for my dad and then ran out the back entry to the laundry room which leads to the garage and I tried to slam the door behind me but thought he may be too close and could catch it before it slammed. I pressed the button to open the garage and sprinted to the garage door and slid under the tiny bit that was open so far. My uncle, being a 300lb 6'4" man should have been slow... but he was right behind me. I knocked over the garbage can to slow him and tried to run as fast as I could but I was running slowly. I kept shouting and my dad came outside seemingly unconcerned. I think my uncle tripped or something and my dad wentry to stand over him to make sure he didn't get up. I started saying everything I wanted to say while he was on the ground. "Ha! Fuck you you big fat bitch! Suck my dick you twat!" I noticed it was very dark, like late night with no moon. He started cussing me and saying he's gunna kill me and I grabbed my phone to start taking photos of the scene and a video. My dad looked up to say something to the elderly neighbor who seemed concerned and was coming outside. I turned to video her for a second and when I turned back my uncle was getting up and charging at me. I ran for a second and then decided to fight. I was going to kick him in the knee and snap his knee back but for some reason it's impossible with the way he's leaning forward etc. Instead he walks right up to me and grabs me and starts to walk to the cement driveway. I imagine he's going to start beating my head into it. I claw at his face and start to grab his ear to rip it but it's like his ear is made of wood and nothing happens and I can't get a grip on it either.

The dream faded and now I'm in a car with my dad. We're pulling into this auto repair place with a lot of garages in back, lined next to one another like how car auction houses are. We pull into one and its all very familiar. We walk through some complicated hallways and into a room that only has a few basic office things in it like a chair and desk. I remembered there being a full size car in this little room bit it isn't there. I told my dad it was here earlier. We begin walking down the hall until we see a guy sitting behind this big desk that takes up the whole end of the hallway, like the kind of desk stand you sit at when you're on the witness stand in court. Just behind and to the right of him (like the judge) was a lady doing paperwork. The guy leaned forward and was grabbing papers from a printer or somebody around the corner and asked if they were waiting for those reports so he could start on some other work.

Then I woke up!
All of my dreams have a slightly dark lighting to them for some reason.

1: I was playing a MOBA, some sort of cross between dota and smite. My friend was telling me to play this Athena character, so I obliged and started a game. The teams met in the jungle right off the bat and there was a crazy fight where I got around 3 kills. The scene then shifted so I was playing starwars battlefield 2 with my brother and friend, I think this was a re-imagining of an actual thing that happened many years ago.
2: My mum and I were packed up to stay at a hotel near our house. My brother was sick so he couldn't come, so my grandma came over to look after him/the house. We eventually found the weird pink hotel but we went back to the house, not sure if we'd forgotten anything or had a feeling or whatnot. Anyway when I got back I found all of the pots and pans being stacked inside of eachother trying to cook stuff. There were three pots inside eachother, all warped out completely with burnt pasta and sauce filling them. All of the cookware was ruined, so I tried to arrange everything and turn off the heat to salvage what I could when my grandma entered the room. She was super confused, asked me what I was doing, so I obviously yelled at her, "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!!!". She said she was trying to make a Thermomix out of our pots and stuff, and I kinda went on a rant about how stupid that was and how she was crazy etc. It got tense when my mum entered the scene as well, but then the dream started to dissolve. As it was I realized that it was a dream, but by then it was too late and I woke up.
I wanted to have a lucid so badly as I woke up lol, so I attempted for the first time to try a WILD/DEILD. Within a few seconds of me visualizing the dream continuing on I started feeling really heavy with vibrations. This triggered my gravity awareness RC which I've been practicing the last few days, which might of contributed to my failure as I got too aware/awake too early, idk. Anyway these super intense vibrations washed over me and I felt myself starting to get sucked into sleep/dream, when a voice appeared in my head sort of explaining what that dream had been about and the lesson I had learned from it. While this was really cool it brought me back and I couldn't complete the attempt. Factor in a noisy brother who was going to the toilet at the time and meh. For my first attempt though, it was a case of close but no cigar .

A and i are going to see "avengers in rio" in this tropical resort vacation town. we are sitting in a wooden booth with these good looking young kids in their early 20s. this thin red headed guy with a blue shirt keeps putting his hand on my leg and i keep moving it off casually. there is a pretty red headed girl sitting next to him and i am pretty sure it's his sister. On the screen, there is the red hulk and he's singing in spanish while fighting robots with the rest of the team. In some shots Hulk just looks like a skinny guy painted red wearing those fake hulk gloves.

the battle is over and I there is a very long interlude with salsa music as a camera flies over a beautiful valley with some traffic. after a few minutes i look over at the kids and say "this transition is quite long, right?"

the red headed guy looks at me disgusted and says "who cares, it's like our 10th time seeing this" I say, it's my first time.

the guy and the girl switch places. She starts touching me like he was and i start to wonder what is going on. I get up and start walking through the resort town and realize that she must have thought i was someone else. I begin to realize that i am dreaming and take a dream breath. I can breathe through my plugged fingers and do it again. I want to go back to see them but decide to look at my hands first. I see sharp ridges and deep canyons where my fingerprints are and keep walking while i stabilize.

I look up and i'm at the farmer's market airplane hangar. It's a big open space and i decide to go figure skating. it's a dirt covered concrete floor as usual but I am skating around the room and trying to do spin jumps. they aren't going perfectly well but i am catching some major air and landing them. I can tell that i don't quite understand the physics of which way i'm supposed to actually turn my body. I do one jump and go 30 feet in the air spinning and spinning. It is pretty exhilarating.

I ggo back to the booth and the kids are leaving for a pool party. There's a natural spring at the top of a hill with some large live oak trees. I am climbing wooden steps when a pretty lady smiles at me coming down the steps in the other direction. We start kissing and i feel like i shouldn't be doing this and wake up into my body. i try to deild but i'm lost in the void and eventually wake up so i can remember the dream and journal it.
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Morning of June 3, 2015. Wednesday.



Once again my non-lucid dream state effortlessly and totally jumbles up otherwise familiar places into impossible composites and sudden switches. Again, I have to say, whatever mechanism so easily creates temporary extensive amnesia and loss of critical thinking skills and complete dissolution of intelligence is worthy of finding as much about as possible, especially because I know there is always something else “behind the curtain” which may not be viably associated or discovered until many years later (such as the fact my extraordinarily beautiful partner in life was always “with me” long before I met her of which we both still have endless proof in considerable and layered detail).

In this dream, I am first at my (deceased in real life) sister’s house on Loomis Street in Wisconsin. I am in the laundry room near the back door and notice several rubbish bins near the alley. My brother-in-law appears, though he is ready to leave to go somewhere in his car, possibly with my sister, though I do not see her or focus on her to any extent. They may be going out to gamble, shop, or (seemingly more likely) visit relatives concerning an upcoming funeral. There is a point at which I become aware of how unbearably hot it is; that the human race will probably only exist for another year due to the heat, but for some reason, it does not become a major in-dream choice of concern. Instead, I focus on a table near the entrance to the shed. On the table, which is somewhat like a cart with a shallow well as the top, are several large old books (of mostly red and blue featureless cloth covers) as well as at least two large photograph albums which are similar to H. E. Harris Statesman stamp albums in outer appearance. I get the impression that these books will all be thrown out although I am not sure why. I contemplate taking at least the albums though for no particular reason other than it surprises me that someone would get rid of so many photographs representing several generations of family. I seem to have an in-dream false memory of this man (who I never actually see). My dream’s back story does not seem to fully imply that he is residing in the shed, though I do not question why someone would have their belongings gathered and ready to discard in someone else’s backyard.

From this point things go a bit “off” regarding typical confusion of locations and features. I notice that my sister’s neighbor (Thomas N) immediately to the south has his gate open (though in real life the fence had no gate or access into the neighbor’s yard). This fictional gate is just off the northwest corner of his house (in back). Now, to add to the confusion, instead of Wisconsin, I am now in Florida, though it is “still” the same place, though actually now the front yard in Cubitis. Even more confusing, in Cubitis, there was never a fence between our house and the neighbor’s house in reality. It was all open and expansive and neither my family or the neighbors ever even defined any boundaries as such (in fact, in reality, our water pump was seemingly in our neighbor’s front yard or at least on the undefined perimeter). However, my clueless dream-self has a bit of concern over how the “gate was left open”, implying that the father of the girl next door had gone out and left it open - which somehow seems to connect to the earlier ambiguous scene about the books near the shed in Wisconsin. It seems important that I inform my mother that the gate was left open.

Over the (fictional) wooden fence, in the front yard near the highway (the old Highway Seventeen), I see a funeral carriage facing outward from their yard and to the west. I can see all the colorful flowers (a few arrangements in black vases which of course would just fall over when the carriage began to move) mostly arranged on the top of the funeral carriage, but I do not see a horse or the coachman at this particular point. I get the impressions that the family, or perhaps the funeral director, had forgotten about it, abandoned it for some reason, or left it behind upon the family moving to another location and “cancelling” the ongoing funeral due to the preference of a more organized move regarding the general order of their possessions (or the order in which they empty their house to move to their new home). There is no sense of eeriness; just a slight focus on why it was apparently left there for now.

I go to my mother (I seem about fifteen years old) who is seated near the windows in the living room that face the backyard, and report to her that not only had the gate (into our front yard) been left open but that the neighbors had moved and now the house was empty (which does not make that much sense as I still think about the girl’s father wandering around in an unknown area - which somehow gives me concern). I do not mention the funeral carriage at any point. Now we are in the backyard and I tell her again how the house is now empty. (Apparently, the wooden fence is now instantly gone). She seems confused about my belief and says that they had not moved and that the house is still obviously being lived in and points out details to back up that supposed fact. In fact, I can see details of the living room through a rear window (which does not exist in reality), including a television that is facing me through the window as well as an armchair and a table. Still, I argue with her and insist no one is living there (probably denial of elements of the past and the hopeless “idiot” I was at the time in real life).

From here, my dream takes another strange turn. The Cubitis home is now occupied by my family (wife and children) as we are now. There is also a (fictional of course) stream running through the property, probably under or through the house and flowing east to west through the middle of our yard. My wife and youngest son are in the front yard near this stream on the north side of it in about the center of the yard. An extraordinarily beautiful dark-haired girl (with a vivid goddess-like presence) shows up and seems to “tower” over me at one point. What I do not realize is that it is a much younger version of my wife though her hair is as my wife’s hair is now. I had always thought my wife Zsuzsanna Gabrielle was the most beautiful female I had ever seen yet here is this “new” girl causing me confusion (even though again, it actually is my wife, although at one point there seems to be a muddled set of female characters for a short time - the neighbor girl lying on her side in the back of a station wagon as she appeared in the early 1970s, a teenage version of my wife in addition to the twenty-old version, the present version of my wife, and a woman that vaguely reminds me of the old recovering-alcoholic secretary from my first factory job though who I was not attracted to in any way - which is probably an absentminded pointless play on the Paul Anka song “Diana”). I decide to throw myself into the stream (which is only about four inches deep) to see which version of my wife decides to notice or “save me from drowning”, though the dream becomes too abstract beyond that - though I still get the impression the two came to where I was lying in the stream at about the same time (that is, the present version and the twenty-year-old version, though their hair appearance is switched).

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Me and Charles Darwin venture fourth into a nighttime setting of what looks like something out of a storybook or Skyrim. We travel down a deep mine shaft and we ended up in a vast dark chamber of sand and dirt, we continued to look for the lost treasure. Darwin pulls out our treasure Map but we our puzzled by it, suddenly I make a conclusion that the treasure is right in front of us! We move sand and dirt out of the way with our hands and gold treasure in a chest gleams in our faces. But then a highlander type character appears behind us! Darwin, about to be hacked down instantly responds to the vicious attacker and decapitates his head with a sharp dagger from his side. I look at the decapitated highlander figure, his head hanging on by a layer of skin, then all of a sudden his head reforms back to his body in a strange mannerism, it reformed in a claymation type way. This really freaked me out so I stabbed him in the heart with a dagger subsequently killing him.

Beneath the gold was what we were really looking for, the Darwinian cube. I held the masterpiece in my hand as Darwin watched.
"What a brilliant cube." I said
Darwin explains to me how the cube holds the power to evolution and holds the secret to life, therefore we must handle it carefully because if we are to uncover the secret to life, we do not want to disrupt evolution by handling the cube.

The dream ends here. I thoroughly enjoyed this dream due to its awesome natural creative story and how realistic it seemed.