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My family was screaming down the interstate in my Ford Explorer, my mother behind the wheel. Cars and trucks, even military equipment, overturned and on fire with an ominous red-orange glow in the sky. We were the only moving vehicle on the road.* If swerving left and right to avoid the debris and overturned cars werent enough, we also had to dodge bullets.

White men geared up with military outfits and vehicles, were firing automatic weapons at us as we were trying to evacuate. We were petrified but we kept on strong as it was our only chance to live. We saw the muzzle flash, heard the shots firing but no bullets were hitting us, our car, or anything for that matter. We're they even firing live ammo? We're they just trying to scare us?

6:30 AM. 3/31/2015
I arrived at school. I was in my math class and we were doing this impossible math trivia game on our phones. When I stood up I realized that I was not wearing any pants. I was only wearing my black underwear and a green shirt. Somehow, I ended up at home where I put on my pants and remembered to put on my contacts. I knew we were running late to school so I ran downstairs hoping that I hadn't missed my ride. I ran outside and looked around. My sister's car was there empty. My Mom was standing out by her truck that was parked in our neighbor's driveway. I thought this was weird because I knew she was supposed to be at work. I hopped in a car with my 12 year-old sister driving (Grace). While she was driving I was trying to put in a new pair of contacts but the contacts got really old and crusty before I got them completely in my eye. On the way there we passed 2 people that I know. Grace then started messing around and tried to press the brakes. Then, the I realized that the brakes were not working and I started to freak out because there was a sharp turn coming up. When we hit the curve, we didn't turn enough and ran straight over the curb. We flew over the curb and kept going. I tried to straighten the steering wheel to no avail. Grace looked over at me and gave me a little smile. We then proceeded to head left towards a giant patch of trees. I continued to try to steer the car away from the trees. We ended up driving straight past the trees and over a cliff that I didn't know was there. The fear in that moment of the dream is what woke me up. When I woke up, I jolted and sat up quickly. But then, I reached for my laptop to start typing this in my dream journal.

Morning of March 31, 2015. Tuesday.



This was the last dream of about nine of this date but the longest and most meandering one. I am back in time, probably 1984, and in my twenties. However, the setting is somewhat like a composite with at least some features being my room in Cubitis (where I lived from 1968 to 1978). Other features (mostly the front) resemble the house on Loomis Street (Wisconsin) as well as Barolin Street (in Australia). At one point, I look out from the porch and see that it is nighttime. However, I hear some sort of lawn mower or hedge trimmer to my left at a neighbor’s house though I cannot see them anywhere (they are probably at the side of their house). I make some sort of odd comment (to a young male I am not sure of the identity of) about the area looking so clean that it looks like it was vacuumed. My comment is not really valid, though, as there seems to be large loose stalks of dark yellowish dried-up grass everywhere, in front of my residence as well as the houses to the left and to the right. Still, I have a false memory that it had recently been much messier, including with trash strewn about by the locals.

I am in my room and am aware that one page of my dream journal had been tampered with. This is a memory concerning the time when I had large notebooks (over-sized binders), which were stacked on a table, to have most of my dreams documented on notebook paper in handwritten print (though later pages were typed). The page is separate (possibly freshly written) and concerns the summary of one dream, taking up about half the page. Susan R is the one that had tampered with it due to her apparent “playful” jealousy on the nature of my in-dream dream record (though also somewhat sarcastic and mean-spirited). I do not remember this dream from my dream record within my dream at all even though I read the whole entry very clearly (but do not remember having originally written it - and my summary seems more choppy than with some other typical entries of the time). It concerns some sort of meeting with Edna Pearson (a character from “Prisoner: Cell Block H”; a show that I have not thought about at all since 1986 - thus this fascinates me as to how such a memory could surface for no apparent reason without an iota of thought for about thirty years) and there is detail concerning a trip on a train and a chimpanzee. Susan had written “Hello Edna Pearson!” in cursive handwriting larger than my print and something obnoxious about me finding the chimpanzee attractive simply because I dreamt about one. There are a few other short phrases she had written about various parts of the paragraph that are making fun of my dream work as well as some of the metaphorical associations. I am very angry and crumple up the page and complain to her about her jealous prank and tell her to leave and that I do not want to see her again.

After this, an unknown male and I have a conversation. This is something to do with having no more contact with Susan and going on to find the “mystery girl” (wife-to-be). He does not believe me (or in remote viewing or precognition) and so I tell him that I will bet him $1,000.00 that what I say is true. He agrees to a bet, but oddly takes out a one-dollar Australian coin (even though the time period and location is only related to America) to make the bet - and I agree (also taking out an Australian one-dollar coin to place it on the small table between us), though the small amount seems a bit pointless to bother with and I get a vague impression he is being skeptically condescending through this act (though I do not pursue any conflict with him).

I see a girl outside through a front window when I am in a store (part of a larger storefront area) later. There is a chin-up bar station as part of an outdoor fitness route (relevant to La Crosse) that she is working with in front of the store with one other girl and on the adjoining sidewalk. I start to get an impression that this is either the “mystery girl” (with no memory that I married her in reality) or at least my “next” partner in life. She falls at one point and so I go to ask if I can help her. She seems very friendly and cheerful and I then note that either I am lying down or I am extremely short, as she towers way above me, goddess-like, by at least five feet (similar to the “Rollover” dream in 1990 before I made first real contact with my lifelong “mystery girl”/wife). I get the sense of an alien-like presence, but it seems like a composite of my real wife (in the “mystery girl” phase) and some sort of tall multidimensional being, though not bigger, just unrealistically (disproportionately) taller.

I then go to a large shopping mall (of at least two floors) where there is a monorail track on the opposite side, the wide hall of the mall (mostly open along one side in one section) being directly adjoined to the train platform. At this point there is an awareness that I am making my dream (or “my world”) even though there is no lucidity at all. I walk through the very large hall of the shopping mall and note that the monorail train is approaching at the same level and is going to crash near the large rear entrance where the double doors allow access to a flight of stairs and the bottom floor, and it does crash shortly thereafter. It somehow derails (with no seeming cause other than my unjustified belief it will) and plows into the building, likely killing several people. The crash is long and dramatic (almost like slow-motion), with bits of glass continuously flying everywhere for several minutes though I somehow avoid the large pieces. However, my entire left hand is filled with small glass shards and bleeding a bit, which does not concern me that much. During this time, I had attempted to duck behind a corner and walk to the front entrance but for some reason go back again, fully exposed to the flying glass pieces. This is the most focused and vivid part of my dream and the broken glass tinkling sound is almost soothing regardless of the threatening implications.

From here, I go walking through another part of town. Susan R is seated on what reminds me of the front of the Arcadia Post Office and the male I had talked with earlier is with her and seated (about a person distance away) to her right, annoyed upon seeing me again, especially as a blasé accident victim. She seems very annoyed (almost disgusted) and emotionally hurt and is seemingly not going to listen to anything I say. I stroke her hair with a somewhat authoritative dominance and she is very angry at my audacity. At this point, I feel no guilt or passiveness and understand that whatever path I choose (whether or not it is with her) is my right. I lift my left hand and it glows with bright blue light, slowly getting brighter, the glass flying out and any cuts automatically healing (with only a vague concern that the flying glass may endanger others - though it does not). I am watching my hand glowing a brighter blue as I wake, with Blue Pearl events continuing shortly after fully waking.

High School Gym, Dancing with my Daughter, Sick Boy and Girl, & Water Bending Attempt - Mar 21, 2015

Prior to my WBTB I had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). In this dream I was a passenger in the back seat of a convertible. This fellow walks up beside the car and hits me in the forehead with an object (not sure what). I got a bit pissed so I reached up and grabbed him by his collar with my right hand and signalled ‘No’ with my left hand, waving my finger back and forth. He then goes to the fellow in the front passenger seat and says something to him, then he turns to me and says without expression, “I’m one of your dream guides and I’m trying to make you lucid.” Well, saying that certainly worked (not sure about hitting me in the forehead though)! Smoke started pouring out of the engine hood, and we got out to investigate. A bunch of my co-workers then showed up and helped us put the fire out by using water bottles. I then woke up, and it was time for my regular WBTB routine. Strangely when I woke I saw the numbers 3:31 floating and fading out in the air above me, and then I looked at the real clock and it said 3:35 Am. My real clock is 4 minutes fast. That’s never happened before. Maybe it was a false awakening?

After my WBTB routine, I had another DILD (I had fallen consciously asleep while in ‘the void’). In this dream I was walking into my high school gym, and it certainly was not the way it was supposed to be! When I entered the gym there was a 3 ½ foot tall concrete railing spanning the entire width of gym, and on the other side it dropped down into two lower levels. I instantly became lucid! I momentarily considered jumping over the concrete railing and going for a flight, but I felt a bit acrophobic, so I aborted mission. Instead I turned around and came face to face with a lightly glowing, male, dream figure. When I saw him, he quickly turned away and pretended he didn’t notice me when I said, “I’m dreaming”. The excitement of the moment caused me to wake.

I fell back to sleep and found myself becoming spontaneously lucid in this memorable dream with my daughter. Everything was perfectly clear and vivid, better than waking life! I walked into a dance hall with at least 100 people dancing to a classic county tune. It looked like square dancing to me, but what do I know about that? The music was very loud. I remembered my dream intent to visit with my daughter, so I started calling her name as I walked around the perimeter of the dance floor. When I reached the front of dance floor I discovered a smaller, circular, empty dance floor with bright colorful pot lighting above. It backed onto the larger dance floor, and the DJ was standing on an elevated platform with all his equipment. As I walked across the smaller dance floor a new song started to play and it was a groovy, hip hop tune with a kickin’ bass beat. The pot lights started keeping beat with the music. Well, I instantly started dancing with myself, and I was really getting into it! That’s when the DJ said, “We’ve got a dancer here!” The tone of his made it sound like, “Oh, here’s another mindless, zombie dreamer going through the instinctual motions.”, but I was fully aware of my environment and I noticed all the people on the main dance floor were now watching me. I didn’t care, I was having fun!

A group of teenage boys and girls then came running up to my dance floor and started dancing all around me! That’s when I noticed my daughter was in the group! She was wearing a horizontal black and white striped hoodie with the front zipper undone. I called over to give me hug, but she said, “No, I want to dance!” She glanced over at the crowd, and then continued dancing. Then I said, “Daughter come and give me a hug, I need a hug!” She said, “Okay.”, then she ran over to me and I scooped her up in my arms. “Dad, you did it again!”, and then I told her that I loved her (of course). She said, “Dad, it takes so long.” (the time between lucid visits), and I said, “Daughter, it’s hard to do this.” She then got a sad look on her face, and quickly recovered by saying exactly what I felt, “It’s so very important that we spend time together. I don’t care how much time I spend, or how difficult it is trying to become lucid with you.” Her expression changed to happiness and she said, “Yes!” and I held her in my arms, as we danced in circles, until I woke.

I entered the next dream in a fully lucid state from ‘the void’. I appeared in my kitchen, and there was pale, sickly looking, young boy sitting at my kitchen table (maybe 7 years). I walked over to him and asked his name, and he said, “I don’t know.”, so I said, “You don’t know your name?” He looked down and said, “Yes, I don’t know my name.” I remembered seeing him in an earlier dream, and I told him about this, but he didn’t understand what I was talking about. Then a girl in her late teens walked into my kitchen, and she looked equally as sick. I told her I also saw her in an earlier dream with this young fellow. She asked who I was, so I introduced myself and I told them they were inside my house. Then I told them that they are both welcome here anytime at all, and they both replied, “Thanks!” The lucid dream ended.

I was walking down a highway and I became spontaneously lucid for no reason at all. Off in the distant I could see cop car lights flashing, so I flew up into the air (horizontal position) to go and investigate. As I approached the cop car, I realized it was driving away from me, so I sped up to get a closer look. I came in right over the flashing lights, and then I flew in vertical position about 10 feet in front of his windshield. I then spun around to face him, as I was flying in reverse down the highway. It was real rush! The cop just ignored me (another crazy lucid dreamer), so I spun around and followed the highway for a very long time, and then I came upon a tunnel that passed under the ocean. At this point I made a hard left and flew along the seashore until I found an interesting looking public pool. I landed beside the main pool and walked around to the other side by a kiddie pool. I remembered dreamers at Dreamviews talking about water bending so I decided to give it a try. I focussed on lifting the water upwards to form a water arm, but instead the water violently rumbled and made undulations. I felt like I was making a scene, so I decided to go for swim in the main pool. Just before I jumped in, the lifeguard said, “That guy’s going swimming with all his clothes on!” I didn’t care, these are my dream clothes! I sat on the bottom of the pool and breathed the water (felt like air), and then the dream suddenly came to an abrupt end. After this I had a cool non-lucid dream about petting kittens in a cow pasture with my son.

Non Lucid - (Ultra Vivid)

I am walking around with my wife in a building that has various tables set up with merchants selling cannabis. I stop at one that had some foreign word then "anti-anxiety". Well that sounds nice so I decide to buy some. I say something to the man that I think must be from Africa but he sounds Jamaican. I feel temporary confusion about what country I am in and whether this is all legal. I am looking at green foil packs of weed. Bemistaken walks up to my right looking at what all the man is selling. I give her a sidelong glance thinking she looks familiar. The man asks how much and I hand him a
15 dollar bill with two 5's. At first he says I can have what looks like eight or nine packs then stops and says he's not allowed to sell so many. I end up with two packs but he still takes my 15 dollar bill and gives no change. I hesitate but shrug figuring I still got a good deal. We walk away and I feel really excited to smoke some legal weed.

There's a part where I am driving and trying to roll a joint, then I am suddenly in my house. My wife takes a hit then passes it to me. As soon as I inhale I feel something like a mind explosion. BOOM! Then a second of darkness.

I am now in another room in the house. I look around not sure what just happened and I feel super stoned. I think maybe that weed hit so hard that I have missing time. I seem to recall my wife getting mad at me about something, but I feel so high that I don't think I can talk to her about it. I thing maybe my high is wearing off a little and I consider rolling another joint.

I am now standing in the bathroom with several zigzag papers spewing out of my mouth with the book in the sink. One or two feel stuck to my lips and I peel them off. I decide that maybe I am too stoned and have had enough. I am really shocked at the potency of the weed and wonder if I really did just take one hit. Now, I start hallucinating colors and streaks of patterns on the wall and decide I should go outside and look at nature. As I walk through the living room I pass a couple of large paintings that look super psychedelic. I enjoy what I am seeing, but I don't linger.

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I walk out on the porch and lay slouch down on some bench or porch swing looking at the sky. I hope to see something cool with the stars, but I see there are clouds in the night sky. The sky and the clouds alternate colors and I see some flash of light then it goes normal. Bemistaken comes out on the porch from inside and sits quietly in a chair. We have some sort of chit chat and then she asks if I saw the paintings. I say 'yes' and make some comment about how look it looked to me. Ask we are talking my attention turns to the large tree in my yard. I feel some sort of strange connection to in and then the colors of the tree turn into something like a photo negative then to x-ray. There seems to be some sort of skeletal system inside it and I feel the tree is sentient.



I can't believe I am having all these fantastic hallucinations and I am reminded or how utterly stoned I am. The euphoria is so overwhelming that all I can do is sink lower into my seat and hide my face giggling until I wake up.

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This was the last dream of about four this morning, the latter three all having been attempts at WILD but only this one really worked.

I find myself looking up at what looks like my blue duvet. I decide to imagine that I'm in the ocean and it is the surface of the water, and I jump/maybe sort of swim up towards it. It keeps moving upwards too - I am tiny compared to it - but finally my head hits it. I can't burst through like I'm trying to, so I put my finger up and write an 'L'. It leaves a shadowy 'L' behind, which I realise it wouldn't do in waking life, so I realise for sure that it's a dream.

I'm quite sure that I'm 'still' driving up the road with my parents and older brother and maybe my grandfather, riding on the top of a blue(?) car. In one or both of my earlier dreams I had been here at some point, so now it is almost continuing on from there. Dad is talking about someone and something that happened to them to do with a truck, 'cause they're a truck driver. Dad wants to send some money in to the truck company, or he wants to go and be a truckie too. Mum's reaction isn't what he was expecting or hoping for from her, so he says "This is Ken Muffay we're talking about." Apparently he means a guy named Ken he really does know, but whose last name is slightly different. Mum is still telling Dad he doesn't have to do that, but Dad wants to. I tell Mum, "Just let him do it. He wants to."

We pull up at a place like the bus stop up that road, but it doesn't occur to me now that that's where it is, because it looks different. I say to Mum, "It's just a dream, it's okay," and maybe tell her to 'calm down', because she's still trying to tell Dad not to do it, and possibly getting slightly worked up or annoyed. I hop off the top of this car and onto the lower bit of ground, which is down a small bank from where the car is parked. I don't know what I want to do, but there is an empty square tissue box, it seems, on the ground in front of me (I've turned around and am facing in the direction of the car), so I get the idea to climb inside it and jump around in it. It must either have been big to begin with or I shrunk on my way to it, but by the time I've put half of my body in there - well, I fit. But I'm not small enough yet, so I concentrate on shrinking my legs down, and then I think I just have to imagine the feeling of myself shrinking inside this box/it growing around me and suddenly I'm little and fit inside. It occurs to me that jumping won't make the box jump, and I won't be able to move anywhere in this box. All of a sudden I'm looking at the again-normal-sized box from beside it, and I'm big, and I'm feeling bored about it and just not wanting to do it anymore.

I leave that, walking up to the 'bank' where the car had parked earlier, but instead of the dusty ground there's some sort of inflatable track going around, and my brother is up on some part of it up on my right, and there are little plastic handle things to climb up with. I try climbing up using them. I am thinking of a particular person I want to make appear, but then I decide, no, I won't 'summon' them, I'll walk into another room and find them. The inflatable thing has a slope up to a non-inflatable door, and I can see the sky and a cloud pretty much just through the door, as though it's on the wall, and this cloud is orangey-pink and small and round in a swirl. I decide I'm going to climb/jump/crawl/however through that cloud and see where it takes me. I fly up onto the track - I guess I either climbed/jumped/fell off earlier or I never managed to get on - and climb up the slopey bit, hoping the cloud will still be there. It is, but at a different angle, so I can look directly into it and already see the world that it leads to. I put my arms and head through the 'cloud' and wriggle the rest of my body through.

This place is also like a playground. I liked the whole wriggling-through-a-portal thing so much that I pick up one of those foldable tunnel things off the ground, except this one's probably only big enough for a cat or small dog - actually, about the same size as the cloud portal. It is pink/pinkish purple. I say to myself, "I will jump through this and it will take me to a house that looks.... no... It will take me to... yeah, to [my school]." For some reason I want to go somewhere else to do this, so I go to a part of the, yes, also inflatable playground, the beginning of the track, which leads up, and I think it would be a bit fun. This is grey with some black netting in places.

I walk/run excitedly up to the inflatable playground. On my way up the little slope at the beginning, before you turn left and go up to REALLY begin the adventure, I notice that there is a rather big mirror on the wall I am running towards. I'm grinning and run up to it and say "you look BEAUTIFUL," and I look mostly normal except I have dark around my eyes, and my eyes are bigger or closer together or something, and also my hair is twirlier/curlier than normal. I'm wearing my grey top and blue jeans. Then I notice that my eyebrows look weird: above my right eyebrow is the first part of another eyebrow (?), and at first I'm not sure which one is the real one, and then I realise my eyebrows are really close together, with about half a centimetre between them. I'm still happy-looking as I remember an anyone dare (by blobularwindmil but I didn't remember who at the time, sorry ) to find a mirror and rearrange your facial features with your hands, so I try that, except I'm pulling at my own face instead of at the reflection, and I may start pulling my finger down the mirror but still nothing happens and then something I don't remember happens that makes me get really excited for half a second, like a brainwave of something to do or maybe something that happened in that scene, and the excitement, it seems, makes the dream start to fade, and I'm floating away from my body and soon I'm out of the scene, and I know that if I open my eyes I will be awake, and I do, and I am.

Method: WBTB after 4 hours of sleep, Dream Journal prior night’s dreams from voice recordings, mantras (written and spoken), then back in bed and meditate with imagery until I’m consciously awake with my body asleep. Once in the void, I started to do internal and external body energy transfer exercises. By this point in time it’s been about 1 ½ hours since I first woke for the WBTB routine. I could feel ‘the vibrations’, so I attempted an OBE exit, which worked, but I paused for too long beside my bed, and I was sucked back into my body. I was a bit disappointed with this, but it was still early in the night, and I knew there were some lucid dreams ahead of me, so I fell asleep. Time for fun!

In this first lucid dream I was holding my wife’s hand as she happily skipped along. We were in a long hallway inside somebody’s house. I couldn’t help but notice she was in her early 20’s looking very young and beautiful (she’s 48 in waking life and beautiful). This made me instantly lucid (DILD - Dream Induced Lucid Dream). I said to my wife, “Hop on my back and let’s go for a piggyback ride!”, and she happily did so. After a couple steps, I leapt into the air and we were now flying piggyback style! We flew through the living room, and then into another room where my wife said, “What’s going on here? We’re flying. How’s this possible?” I said, “We’re dreaming!”, and she replied, “Oh, okay!” I then flew back into the living room, and by this point I was flying horizontal, and she was holding on tight! The entire living room was full of my family members, and my nephew Kent said as he laughed, “That’s awesome!” Then unexpectedly, somebody grabbed my right pant leg, and I came to a complete stop and we stood up.

I spun around to see who stopped me from flying, and an older woman (my age) was standing there looking a bit guilty. I said to her, “Why did you stop us from flying?” She fumbled with words, and then I said, “Was something wrong with what we were doing?” She then said, “You should be keeping a lower profile.”, and I replied, “But we were just having fun. There’s nothing wrong with that!” Her face was turning a bit red with embarrassment and she turned and walked away. I grabbed my wife by the hand and we followed her for a couple of feet to where she had nowhere further to walk in the living room. I then asked her, “Who are you?” She said, “I’m a relative!”, so I asked, “A relative of mine or my wife’s?” She said, “Of your wife’s. I go back a long ways. I’m German, and there were three of us.” I said, “Well then, what’s your name?” She still wouldn’t tell me. I then had a false awakening, and I sat up in bed to voice record this lucid dream, but I saw a very pretty blonde woman standing in the darkness of my room (it wasn’t my bedroom, I was someplace else). She looked like she was glowing with soft white light, and she looked very much like the woman I recently saw in another lucid dream (black eyes, no whites, very slender, with Barbie doll perfect skin, and long blonde hair).

She didn’t seem to see me, so I stood up in the darkness, and said, “Hello?” She looked at me and said, ”Huh, who’s there?” and I said my name, “It’s me!”, and she said, “Oh, it’s you?” She seemed very shocked with this. She then morphed into woman with curly blonde hair with a more roundish face, and she now had glasses on. Her eyes also changed from being completely black to having irises with whites. I thought why did she morph, I liked her look? I realized I had my CPAP mask on, so I tore it off my face and threw it on the ground. I then floated towards her in standing position. She turned around and quickly ran out of the bedroom and down the hallway, and I followed closely behind. I just wanted to talk to her. She ran into a kitchen. All the lights were off in the house, but she was glowing white so there was some light around her. She stopped by the kitchen table and faced me. She distorted her mouth, and her teeth went all crooked and missing. I began to think that maybe she was scared of me. I floated up to her, and she grabbed a knife off the table and stuck it up to the handle into my stomach. I didn’t feel anything, except some slight pressure, but my feelings were hurt.  I guess I shouldn’t go floating behind somebody in a dark house (I must have been real freaky looking/acting). I then went into another false awakening except when I opened my eyes; I was in outer space travelling at high speed. I forced myself awake, and I voice recorded these Lucid dreams.

In this third lucid dream I was standing outside my elementary school. There were a bunch of children and teenagers around me. I decided to head into the school and see what’s going on in the auditorium. As I was walking down the school hallway, a beautiful teenage girl with curly blonde hair, who I didn’t recognize, walked up beside me and put her arm around my waist. Boom, lucid! Another DILD! This kind of stuff just doesn’t happen when you’re old gnarly man like me (unless it’s your daughter). I put my arm around her should and drew her in close as we walked.
Me: “Who are you?”
Her: “I don’t know?”
Me: “Well perhaps you are somebody I know?”
Her: “Yes.”
Me: “Are you my daughter?”
Her: “Yes, yes I am!” She had a huge smile on her face! I still didn’t recognize her, but she had my daughter’s voice.
Me: “Okay then, you must prove it. What does daddy like to nibble.”
Here: Grinning and quietly she says, “Bellybuttons.”
Laugh, laugh, giggle, giggle! When my daughter was a child I use to say to her, “Where’s the button? I want to nibble on that button!” then I would chase her, as she frantically ran away screaming, until I caught her and kissed her button, then she would always giggle.

My daughter than said to me, “Dad, I want a glass of Coke.”, so we went to the Coke dispensing machine in the corner of the gym and I pushed the Coke button. Coke started pouring out of the nozzle, but there was no glass there, and it ran all over the floor. My daughter laughed, and said, “Dad, you have to put a glass in there first!” I could feel my lucidity failing, so I said, “Let’s walk around for a bit.”, but I then went into a false awakening, and I wanted to voice record my lucid dream with my daughter before I forgot the details, but then I realized I was dreaming because I was outside on the street with my coffee table in front of me. I forced myself awake, but I went into another false awakening, and then another one, and then finally I woke up for real and I voice recorded the lucid dream. I should have engaged the false awakenings and had more lucid fun with my daughter rather than trying to wake, but there’s always that risk of forgetting if you continue on for too long.

I and Big Time Rush were hanging out after another performance. When suddenly part of a building was blown up. People screamed and ran, we did too. More things were flung into the city, blowing up whatever they made contact with. Helicopters arrived, a man using a mega phone said it was to get Big Time Rush out of the city. I pushed through the crowd of people with them right behind me, somehow on the way I hurt my right leg and was limping. People were trying to climb the rope to get to the helicopter.

As rude as it was, I tugged them off. If this was for Big Time Rush it was for Big Time Rush, not anybody else. After all, why should they be here when Arlington is at war with us? (yes oddly enough two cities were at war with each other. XD)

Kendal told me to go first, I didn't question it. After all I was a member of Big Time Rush for who knows how long, like a day maybe? I started climbing but found myself stuck, I couldn't climb anymore my arms were too weak. I was told to hurry. I argued that I couldn't climb, that I had practically no muscle in my arms.

"Just hurry we have to get out of here."

I forgot who said that but I sighed and continued, progress was slow though since I couldn't exactly lift myself higher that much. I had a good grip on the rope though, so my strength really as the only thing getting in my way. Eventually I made it to the helicopter and climbed into the back, I sat in releif in the far corner of the back. (the back was hollow and had no chairs) I watched as James came next but he was badly hurt, I helped him in and hugged him, feeling responsible for him getting hurt.

He had become unconscious so I lay him on the floor and watched as the other guys climbed in one at a time and the helicopter flew off. We landed in an old neighborhood of mine where we met up with my Mom and sister. Mome told us we had to leave quickly, and they got into a white car that was tied to a white truck. I ended up driving the white truck, sorta anyway. I had to kick myself forward with my right leg like I was on a scooter or skateboard. It was extremely difficult with the weight. And the fact my leg hadn't yet healed. I asked her why she wasn't driving. But I forgot her response.

We traveled down a vacant highway with woddland on either side, well long feilds and woodland anyway. It took a while but we came to a large open parken light covered in dust and cracking as nature tried to destory. The large warehouse, about the size of Super Target stood without a sign, but even so I recognized this place. Either way I ran inside leaving the others outside for some reason.

Inside this thrift store (or was it antique?), it was familiar to me because I had been here in a past dream. How do I know? I recognized the arranging of the store even with most things backed away in boxes, though a familiar black cat figurine still sat on a shelf in front of a mirror and many other things. That also told me it was the same store. An elderly man and woman ran the store together. I asked them why if they were moving and they said with heavy hearts that they were. I frowned, disappointed.

But then they asked if I wanted tea and I said yeah. I followed them past the boxes and the shelf with the slim cat figurine on it and stopped in a large open area of the store. Once they disappeared behind a door, many versions of the Slender Man began to appear around me, one being a woman oddly.

I stared wide-eyed at them but then suddenly, the red leather book I held in in my hands swung open and a blast of light hit me. I cried out in either surprise or pain, because the next thing that happened was that the light made another version of me. A slender version of me appear, she had dark blackish hair like the darkish strands of my hair are. Her eyes had darkened but were still dull green, but her teeth were all straight and in order as well as sharp and deadly. She wore a long simple white dress that looked a lot like a night gown to me. As if she had been asleep? I mean yeah her hair was a mess and everything, but a nightgown?

For some reason I couldn't move from where I lay on the floor beneath her, you see half of here hadn't even appeared, just her waist up. After that it shows but fades the closer to the ground you get.

She spoke loudly, and to be honest I couldn't remember much of it. She spoke about the book I had and about the SLenders around us. I think she spoke about humans but I'm not quite sure. I do know is this was some sort of cult amongst the Slenders. I was freaking out, either by her words or just the fact a slender version of me had appeared. And the next thing that happened and her speech was done, I woke up with the elderly man and woman walking in. They ran to me, where I lay on floor, mostly out of it and trying to peice things together.

Oh don't you love how my dreams go smoothly from one dream to another? I do, it makes it seem like a story to me or something.
And as much as I recognized the store at the end, I didn't become lucid...the dream was vivid enough without me being lucid. And I in truth wouldn't want to end up being a part of that meeting. Slenderman may not scare me, but I do scare myself. (answer to that is because of a past nightmare) So a Slender version of me would be the last thing I'd like to meet in a dream.

Pact of the witches

I was with my class in forest. We were felling trees and processing them for timber production. I took a chainsaw, but there was a problem with starting it. I checked the level of oil and fuel, and had enough for two hours of work. There were still problems with it, so I decided to take them to classmates, so they can look what's wrong with it.

I joined to the group. We were waiting for something near a forest inspectorate. Some of classmates disappeared, and the rest went away to continue work. With a few guys we decided to check what really is inside the building of inspectorate.

We opened the door and saw a temple for a dark god. There were witches inside. One of them came closer to us. She was wearing light brown dress, had a red hair and dark grey eyes. She told us about a pact with forest inspectors. They could kidnap people in forest for magical help with tree felling.

We went outside, but two guys decided to stay inside. One guy that went with us was friends with one of the guys that stayed with witches. I said Pact of the witches?! And why did that guy stayed with them? The man told me Don't worry about him, he was an idiot.

We went to our work. There was a huge valley full of cut down trees. I saw other classmates working. Suddenly I heard that they lost some plans, and it was late to look for them. I decided to go and find them. I took a weak flashlight that gave faint light.

I was moing through the darkness. I looked around to see if I can find those plans. My flashlight was running out, but I found another one, lying near a tree. I searched that area, as they could leave the plans close to the flashlight. I couldn't find them there, so I searched the next area.

I went straight a road. Suddenly I saw a creepy face, staring at me from behind the bushes. I wasn't scared, even though I was surrounded by darkness, my biggest fear. I just went back, trying to join with the group.

ToTM attempt

I was walking in the docks. I saw my father walking there, and two attractive girls from my class. Suddenly I realised that this is a dream. I did a nose plug RC, to check it, and I was sure that I was dreaming. The girls wanted to open a hut standing there. I shouted Stop! Two times and time stopped, right after one of them opened the door. I looked inside the hut, and there was a witch from the previous dream. I closed the door, and fought that I'll do the Basic task 1 after Advancd task 2. I moved the girls to weird position. One was trying to jump onto the roof, and the other was kneeling. I forgot about unfreezing time, so I decided to have some fun with the freezed girls. I stripped them from clothes and did my thing. I woke up rather quickly.

Morning of March 28, 2015. Saturday.



I am unsure where my family and I are living. It is reminiscent of the Barolin Street house but has more rooms, which are larger, in an unlikely layout. There is a knock on the front door by an unfamiliar man with his young son. Eventually, there are several unknown people in a get-together in our home. I do not express anger or annoyance.

One room, possibly a kitchen, features ovular panels that have scroll-like and two-step-like areas on each edge with a large fancy hook in the center of each in a row of about six. The main colors are white and silver but there are small flower decals. I see a lot of dust and dirt on them and on random areas of the wall. I feel that I should clean the house. The presence of the unknown people makes the prospect unlikely at this time.

Later, I am cleaning a room, seemingly the first room from the front door, but it also has kitchen features, including a sink and long counter. I throw out a possibly leftover lasagna dinner that has hardly been touched because it may have gotten dish soap on it (as well as dust and dirt) because of being on the counter near the sink. It was underneath plates and silverware. This scene repeats in an area perpendicular to the first, but I decide it may not be a good idea to throw out the second lasagna yet, as I do not want to waste money. I remain uncertain of whether it is inedible.

There are conversations I do not recall that possibly relate to the layout of the house or relatives in America. I go outside and it seems to be early afternoon. There is long grass that is dry, brown, and powdery. I mention mowing but a visiting neighbor does not seem concerned about the lawn and mentions that it would be hard to clean up at this time and so I should probably wait. I tell him I will use shears to trim it. It seems I will be doing this soon. My dream is clearer at this time but changes again.

Now it seems to be early morning, about an hour before sunrise. I feel a nice cool breeze when going onto the porch. I comment on it, saying how good it is. My dream becomes the recurring “nostalgic skywatching" type. I see a parade in the sky - continuous large shapes above the horizon, moving from right to left. They are possibly holograms, not natural clouds. Each is different. I see what looks like ocean liners, trucks, buses, and buildings moving across the sky. (The designs are abstract until I began watching more closely). I continuously say “wow” and “look at this”. The effect is unnatural (at least in conscious afterthought) though I do not contemplate what the source might be, thinking it is rare, wondrous, and possibly not caused by human activity. After several very large “clouds” (some rectangular) pass, an unfamiliar male neighbor comes out and watches upon hearing my loud expressions of amazement.

An unknown female, probably the man’s wife, comes out. A child comes out. A shape, like a white cloud, appears in the sky. It resembles a person in silhouette in a martial arts stance. It remains in the same area above the eastern horizon (assuming the Barolin Street model). The female talks about how she remembers this stance from her martial arts classes. Somehow, she is soon "standing” in the sky in the distance, just above the horizon, not implied to be a giant, though the perspective and distance orientation is wrong. (The effect is an ambiguous combination of her seeming to be on an invisible stage only about fifteen feet away, yet also being in the sky far away above the horizon.) She somehow manipulates this “cloud” (to the left in my view) with her martial arts moves, “wearing” the “cloud” at times, though other times “standing” beside it. I do not become lucid at this surreal impossibility or even suspect that anything is unusual. This continues until my dream fades.

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Notes: My oldest son was involved in martial arts several years ago, attaining a black belt, also teaching martial arts for a time. This dream’s last scene is autosymbolic of vestibular system correlation, though projected. (That is, I do not feel any falling sensation. It is only subliminally anticipated by way of synaptic OR gating, my dream self with no memory of this very common dreaming and waking process.) I think this last scene has influence from a Harvey Comics Casper story, where I think a big cloud was bragging about being able to become different shapes but breaks apart when becoming shaped like a human body. There was also a “Timmy the Timid Ghost” comic book story about anthropomorphic cloud giants. “Cloud people” have appeared in other dreams.

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Thu, 26 Mar 2015:
*** short LD x2 + WILD=No.300!!!! 1030pm quick bts@1240am wbtb recording dream only but took at while @420am (5h50) first awakening @1240 had some vague recall of ideas. Decided not enough to use for bts visualizing and didn't record.


420am wake from an "I was just there" dream. Facility similar to SD in C(25 minutes W NW) or one of my past workplaces. End with helping special needs adult who was with C from work section near mailroom and a little girl. Actually before the facility we are in a store like Target or Kmart and I'm there with I think my #Dad and #Brother. My brother is pushing a shopping cart also and a little fast and draws the attention of a manager that is up on a platform about 1 story higher. I notice this and motion like I am telling my brother to act right and get the manager to back off.

This transitions shortly after to me driving outside the aforementioned facility and was going to park in front of the main entrance and use my badge to get something I forgot inside. I don't want that manager guy (mixing the work facility with the store) to come though so I look for another place to park more out sight and get further from entrance trying to find an actual parking spot almost parking in an area that was painted off with gray border that I decided meant "no parking."

Eventually park to the left of there and I think I hear employees coming out at the end of their shift. I think about heading to my car but they will wonder why i am out here. Now I need to hide behind a crop of shrubs and small trees on a small hill above the parking area and there is a trail off to my left that I later realize has a fork that runs right behind me as well. At first it looks like some will walk towards the couple of cars in the lot below and others off to my left walking towards perhaps the train station but cut over to the fork towards me and see my feet sticking out from my hiding spot as I lay belly down on the ground looking around at where everyone is heading. When they find me it seems both groups have converged on me and I'm discovered and get up. My story is that I was going to surprise someone. "Who?" They ask like they are interested in who has a secret admirer or something. "It depends on who came by" being vague or secretive they might figure.

Talking with the ladies, I see an ID picture of C (mentioned at beginning) and this transitions to me indoors with her a little older and a little girl maybe 5 and a special needs adult. C asks the little girl to come with her while she goes to the bathroom outside(?) in case she needs to call for help and I tell the little girl who looks maybe half Black and Hispanic "yes just come back here and knock on the door like so and I can help." During this I am having a bit of a challenge keeping the special needs person from falling over holding onto him(?) as he leans various ways but mostly backwards while he is putting on his shoes or something. 5am finish typing on my phone (quieter). time flew by though.

***League game, Mom, DEILD
I'm getting ready for a game and the game before us that seems to have implications on who we might play in the playoffs. it seems the underdog won tonight...could affect our playoffs. Oh no I think I'm not fully suited up yet and I look up and some guys are playing Basketball and my teammates are all gone and I realize that I'm dreaming. I float up a little bit in the gymnasium before waking up. On waking this reminds me to check status of playoffs and related email when i get up later. 298


I'm in the car with my mom who's driving and the road looks a little strange as I look closer it looks like the road has been taken out by some disaster but there's still a strip of it left and I ask my mom if we are sleeping and then I realize yes this is just a dream. I float up out of the car a bit before waking. 299

Yesterday I was thinking how I have shortchanged my LD count in the past whenever I had a really short LD often not counting them but I decided that was not right…so I counted those last two but will not make any adjustments to past counting…too much trouble and probably not very significant.

Trying to get in a super comfortable position after my wife leaves and has set the alarm I am determined to get back to lucid dreaming and hold on to it for number three hundred! Not a super impressive lucid dream but it was much longer than those last two and I achieved my first WILD in a little while! (FM and CL if reading: still no G yet, only apple juice but may try soon). I am very happy with how my overall wild transition went seemingly never losing consciousness as well. I was getting significant HI's (just imagery). Even reposition myself somewhat slightly and get back to the HI's. In the sequence that led to the dream entry it started with a white shape, somewhat complex, on a black background. It was like a morphing white circle with some gashes cut into it mostly along the right and bottom making the white parts in that section look like curved knives. Mentally reminded myself to only observe it passively but in retrospect I think I was already fully in a dream based on the next sequence and the stability of the white on black HI.

In the next sequence I am looking at a movie screen size and shaped image forming in front of me taking up most of my field of view with just blackness on the edges, formed from the previous white circle on black, and I start to get imagery that I thought was coming from my waking life eyes of the wall that I'm facing towards, from my position in bed...but I see that if I keep my eyes just a sliver open that I can continue to see the imagery and block out the view from my room. this was all part of the dream however because I realized that I'm still wearing my sleep mask and I would not be able to see the wall in my room at all.

I come more and more into the image and eventually I'm fully in the scene but it is not clear yet. I stay patient and before long I am in a beautiful sunny daytime scene with green grass and houses and a wall nearby that I go for, to rub on the cement wall to stabilize the visuals. It works. I float up a little bit but then I decide to land.

There are a lot of people around now and I'm checking out the DC's. I walk up to one group and at first they look at me curiously but then look absolutely terrified and run off! This is not something I've seen since purposely trying to scare DC's. Interesting. I see more people whose path I'm going to cross and as we approach each other the same thing happens, they look terrified!

I see a restaurant whose whole front wall is all big glass windows, so you can see inside and it looks like it is full, hosting a busy party with DJ lights despite being daytime outside it looks a little darker in there. It has an interesting symbol on the outside that gives me the impression that it is Asian Restaurant of some kind. I make my way towards the restaurant passing a few other terrified groups of DC's and I stand outside the door thinking about what I want to do next and I decide to go in, it could be interesting. As I go in the visuals start to fade but I remain calm and I can still make out shapes of people moving around and eventually decide to walk back outside the restaurant and observe from the outside where had no issues.

Eventually I got down on the ground laying on my stomach with my head propped up on both my hands, my elbows on the ground and just watched what was going on around me in wonder. After a while I could feel a little pressure on my left shoulder and was feeling like it was my waking life shoulder tired from laying on my side but I was able to shift back to my dream body and feel myself completely off of that sore shoulder and back on my stomach with my head propped up by my two hands, elbows on the ground which was a weird shift in orientation from side laying to a more upright straight on forward position. Eventually focus shifted back to my sleeping body and my shoulder who wanted me to turn over into a more comfortable position and I transition completely to my waking body and woke up smiling big and turned over to my other side! No.300

Side notes: RC's had more impact yesterday after the LD where I almost couldn't believe I was dreaming and felt totally awake. I did drink 6oz of apple juice this night a little after 9pm, after one night off from apple juice and 10 days or more off before the two nights before that. AJ always seems to help with vividness and putting me "there." This is also the 3rd night in a row with LD's and 3rd night in a row where my only focus during wbtb was on recall. Upon btb I am only visualizing becoming lucid in the previous dreams. No mantras or SSILD. I have also been better about checking off any daytime worries or thoughts quickly and getting back to dreamy thoughts.

Wed, 25 Mar 2015:
1am(late game) 545 (4h45) skip apple juice not expecting much opportunity after tiring game. My #brother, #mom and #dad all #exchanging #gifts. Some gift that has been great for something since some past time period. Spending $90 for a gift seems like an odd amount and if it came up more than once.


Ex KM's family, her mom was taking a rest after hosting me and now I am talking to P, ex's brother. It is great to see them. Occasion? Recalling if a trip dream sign involved: feels right.


* this feels too real! But we're totally awake! These were the feelings when I started to question the dream when I start to question if I was dreaming! I'm with my wife and she is driving into like a grocery store parking lot and she tries to pull into one space but I say that that car is just pulled in really far and there's a car in front of him so there's already 2 cars head to head and you can't park there. another car is moving a little bit so we think he's about to pull through but no he's just adjusting his space and I also interact with one of the drivers who seems to be apologizing and I say no worries . We eventually go around and park down one of the aisles a bit further away from the store but as we walk back we see there are now three spaces close and for some reason we decide to move the car. It seems like we're in then the truck today. As we walk back to the car/truck I tell my wife I don't think it was this far down but she says yes we parked all the way over by such and such. but now we're walking out of the parking lot and down the strip of stores on the main street and she says "through here" and it's an old decrepit fabric store, looks like it's been shut down but maybe you can go through back into the parking lot from here. I'm looking at it and my wife is so willingly going in through this way that I start to doubt that maybe this is a dream. She is so clean-conscious and this place looks dirty that she would be worried about cleanliness plus it doesn't look very safe. but this feels so real this can't be a dream. I looked down at my hands to RC and I have trouble seeing my hand clearly but I keep looking and eventually I can see six fingers and I realize I'm dreaming! I start rubbing my hands together to get the visuals going stronger and the friction between my hands feels so real! That feels too real but yes I am dreaming! now I'm by myself in what looks more like the layout of a house and there are 4 bedroom doors or what I assume are bedroom doors and I go to them one by one opening them seeing what's inside by the time I get to the second one I'm already thinking about Girl Friday but nothing in the second or third room. so outside the fourth room I say Girl Friday will definitely be in there and I open it up and it looks like just an empty bed with a lot of big blankets on top and I tell myself oh yes she is definitely under those blankets and as I go to the bed and start to pull back the blankets the visuals start fading but I stay confident and calm and reach under the sheets expecting to feel her warm body and sure enough I feel her warmth and then her body and the visual start coming back. I tell her how she's been expecting me, and we are so happy to see each other and I start kissing her. we kiss for quite a while and I feel something a little bit strange with one of her teeth and I pull back to take a look and it is a small chip out of one of her front teeth it looks like she's a bit self conscious about it and to keep this realistic and like a real experience I tell her it's fine it looks very cute and that I actually have a small chip in one of my teeth as well.

Spoiler for sexual content:

I pull up her shirt and look at her beautiful breasts after having only reached under there caressing them previously while kissing.

I then start to get up to take off my clothes and I think about the conversation on DV in the Lucid sex thread and I try to rip off my clothes in one swoop of my hand but I have to actually pull them off this time! I also told girl Friday to remove her shorts and her top completely while I'm undressing and she looks so gorgeous laying there!! She is lying on her back

Spoiler for sexual content:

with her breasts compressed back little bit due to the "gravity" but they are so nicely shaped and perfect and her ahem looks so inviting with just the right amount of hair! as I crawl into position to make love to her I do

Spoiler for possible schema poison side notes but with explanation to shoot down such schema:

start to wake up and I can feel myself actually back in bed but I try to deild. But I'm too awake now too late in the morning and I know that like so many times before I can definitely have sex and stay in the dream! This one was just the end of REM and we interacted for quite a while!

No.297


No apple juice, continuation of the "switch" in my mind allowing me lucid dreams and that they don't have to preclude taking care of my business, better day practices, late night after my game, but the key may have been being able to sleep in this morning that's when the lucid dream happened before waking about 9:20 a.m. Late to bed and late to rise does also seem to help in the past. Possibly just changing sleeping schedule what helps possibly? *Also, this dream reminded me that any moment could be a dream and made my RC's have more impact the day I woke up from this LD.

WBTB method: Read Dreamviews dream journals, verbal and written Mantras, dream incubation using digital photos, meditation, body energy transfer work (both internal and external), then a couple of different tactile visualizations while in the void (consciously awake with body asleep).

Two hours later I found myself in a lucid dream, walking in my upstairs hallway, and then I got too excited and end up back in the void (consciously awake with body asleep). Quite often I get ‘the vibrations’ right after an LD, so I sat up in bed, and OBE exited. It was totally dark in my bedroom, and I couldn’t see a thing, so I fumbled around trying to find the door knob. Finally I found the door knob, opened the door, and walked out, but then the door pushed into my back. I turned around to go back into my room to see who was pushing my door closed, but I couldn’t push the door open, because somebody was holding it closed on the other side. I got too excited again and ended up back in the void. I thought to myself, “Darn, I blew it, I won’t be able to visit with my daughter tonight.”

I knew I only had about an hour left before my dang alarm clock went off, and I reluctantly decided to give it one more try. I usually don’t have much luck when I’m down to the last hour, because I usually fall consciously asleep and dream. I did tactile visualization again, where I was dropping coins from my right hand into to my left, and then passing them back to my right and repeating. I did this for about 10 minutes, and then I entered a lucid dream without losing consciousness. It was pretty cool. Suddenly a room appeared around me and I sat up in bed, and found myself standing in a hotel room with the front door open. It was a sunny summer day! There were lots of people outside, walking around on the street, and construction workers everywhere. They were building a bunch of new homes across the street. I walked outside, jumped over the porch railing, and landed nicely in the front yard of the hotel. A construction worker with a thick black beard was staring at me. I then floated up into the air, and he looked at me with a shocked and bewildered expression. At this point I remembered my mantra to visit with my daughter, so I quickly floated back down to the ground.

I headed off down the street, “Calling for my daughter to come and visit with me, because I was lucid.” People were everywhere, and it seemed like a good safe place for my daughter. I’ve notice that when there are lots of people around, there’s less chance of meeting up with a delinquent dream figure. I continued calling her name until I reached the end of the street, which ended in a keyhole. Then I heard my daughter calling, “Dad!” I looked and saw two women quickly walking down the street towards me, and then I recognized my daughter! She came and gave me a big hug, and I told her I loved her. There was this beautiful, blonde, curly haired woman standing beside my daughter, so I said, “Who’s your friend?” My daughter said, “That’s Mila!” Mila was shy, and she had her head down. I said, “You’re very cute! You look a lot like my daughter. You two could be sisters!” I gave her a hug, and she grinned a bit, and my daughter said, “Dad! Jeez.” I smiled at my daughter, but then I went back into the void.

I was consciously awake with my body asleep, and I thought to myself, “Should I continue on and risk forgetting this wonderful experience, or should I wake up and voice record the lucid dream?” I decided to continue on, because how could I possibly forget a lucid visit with my daughter? A short time later, ‘the vibrations’ started and I could feel myself floating around on my bed, so I sat up, and OBE exited. My room was black and I couldn’t see anything, so I fumbled for the door again, and then I started to count. Counting helps me stay focus and maintain the lucidity in an OBE. I was practically blind, so I started tearing at whatever was covering my face. I was thinking that maybe I was tearing my face off or that something really gross was happening. While I was tearing at my face I walked downstairs into the living room, where I finally tore off a big piece, and I was able to have a good look at it. Well holy smokes! It was a piece of white fabric! I continued tearing the fabric off my face as I walked through the dining room, kitchen, hallway, and finally back upstairs to my daughter’s bedroom. By the time I entered her bedroom I could clearly see, and her bedroom was nicely lit.

Her bedroom was incredibly vivid and clear, more so than the waking world. There were artistic sculptures everywhere, way different than anything I’ve seen in my life. There were many colors I didn’t recognize, and the sculptures were made of materials very foreign to me. I thought to myself, this would amaze the world if people could see this, but I really didn’t understand what I was looking at, and I’m really struggling trying to describe it, but it made me feel happy, like looking at a garden full of flowers, or viewing a scenic mountain range. Some of the sculptures had features resembling flowers, but I was really thrown by all the new and different colors. I started calling for my daughter to come, and she very quickly answered, “Dad, I’m here!”, as she walked in the bedroom door. She looked so beautiful and happy, and I gave her a hug and kiss. I was still very occupied with all that I was seeing in her bedroom, so we didn’t talk much. I then asked if she knew why I couldn’t see when I OBE exited, and what was covering my face, and she said she didn’t know. I walked over to her mirror to take a look at myself, to possibly figure it out, and I said, “Well at least this time I have pants on!” She laughed at what I said, and then things faded quickly and I was back in bed once again. I woke up feeling very much loved!

Non-lucid
12:30-2:30PM nap
I'm with Mackenzie, in what I feel is her house, but isn't her house in the awake world. WE're going to have a movie watching party together, but we need to get everything set up first. She gestures me to come with her into the basement. I happily do so. "Grab that plastic bag, please, Alex" she points to it before picking something else up. I nod and pick up the large plastic bag, which seems to be filled with dodgeballs, but I don't look inside it. We walk back to the stairs to go back up when something fuzzy and tickly rubs me in my armpit, where I'm holding the plastic bag to me on my hip. I shudder and say "Mackenzie! Something touched me!" with my voice full of worry and fear.
"Don't worry! It's fine, you're fine, Alex." she smiles. I blow off the event as me having imagined something. We walk upstairs, but once we get through the door, my curiosity overcomes me and I look in the bag. There are indeed dodgeballs in there, what a huge hairy spider which seems to be covered in baby spiders! I shriek and drop the bag, spiders and dodgeballs running and rolling on the floor in every which way.
"Oh Alex..." Mackenzie sounds disappointed in me. "I'm sorry!" I tell her.
We both walk to the living room, where her father is sitting on the couch, waiting. I sprawl on the couch too, as Mackenzie puts in a movie, and then she joins us.
The scene changes.
I'm at a small restaurant with my mother. Aubrey Plaza, and Jeff H and his kids are sitting with us. It has a swimming pool out back. I'm texting Aubrey before our food gets here. Jeff's kids are behaving themselves, talking to each other, playing little games like patty cake and tic-tac-toe on the paper menus. It begins to rain very hard outside. The restaurant begins to flood! First it's ankle deep... then knee deep... then neck deep. Then, it floods almost to the very ceiling, where I'm now floating! There's still enough room for me to breathe, but nobody else seems to have noticed it. All of the tables and chairs are stuck firmly to the floor, and everybody is sitting and eating and talking. The waitress is walking around like nothing is happening. I swim down to everyone, holding my breath, and gesture to outside. Then the water level starts to slowly decrease. In no time I'm on the floor. Then, I'm outside, on a raft in the pool. It starts to flood again, but it isn't raining anymore. The pool's water increases and gets choppy. Soon the water gets very wild, and I hold onto the raft as hard as I can, but I'm quickly headed for the edge of the pool. I look behind me and a massive wave towers above me, putting me in its shadow. "No!" I yell, not wanting to be thrown into the water. "NO!" I yell again as the wave crashes, and the raft is pushed forcefully into the edge of the pool wall, but I go flying without it.
I flop in the water, then tumble on the ground as the water disappears, until I land in the parking lot, completely dry and bruised and tired. A family; a mother, a teenage boy and a teenage girl are getting into their minivan. I hop in too, believing I'm invisible and magical. We drive for a while, nobody paying my any attention because I'm invisible, until we get to the theater. It's gotten dark outside now. I go "Woo!" and clap my hands together once to teleport myself. Nothing happens. Except, now the teenagers are looking at me. Oh. I'm not invisible. I was never invisible. "Mom, stop the car!" the teenage boy says. I'm now starting to panic and the moment she stops the car, I run out, and all of the rest join me to see what I'll do.
Another car stops nearby and a lady gets out and walks down, saying, "Now what's going on here?!"
I jump around, trying to fly away, but I can't. I give up quickly. The family gets in their car and drives away, as if they didn't want to be seen with me. The other lady, luckily, didn't see me doing that. I follow her to her car quietly, and get into her passenger side. She looks over at me and shrugs. "Will you take me back to that restaurant?" I ask "It's not very far." She nods, starts the car, and begins driving that way.
Then, I wake up.

I dreamt I was in a grassy field in New Zealand. I asked a man if I could sleep in some houses, then said I would sleep in the field. Then we were at a science college and I thought I was in the future and living in New Zealand to go to college. I asked the man if he knew of a martial arts school nearby, and I was carrying a black belt. I thought I was in the future so I assumed I already earned my black belt, but told him that in the time period I come from I only earned a green belt. He told me a guy named Mike runs the school. We left the college and a guy came to steal my phone and I gave it to him because I was afraid. Friends came and chased the theif and the guy who told me about Mike kicked him (apparently he did martial arts too) and I started to do a side kick, and doing a sidekick woke me up.