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6:30 AM: SinisterDezz has a question about LDing. He posts in the forum, and uses a box of black tiles with his question written on it as an accompanying picture. The forum warns him that this picture is creepy, and not to post it, but he does anyway. NyxCC answers his question. Dreamer shows up as well, but can't remember much else.

In this same dream sequence, there is a machine that can cause a person to both LD and AP. I reason in the dream that the machine really does not need to send a soul anywhere to WILD (odd meta moment). During the AP, the soul bounces around in a triangular part of the machine (I drew a cryptic picture in my DJ, posting it would really not help much). Seth Rogan also shows up in this dream as the Green Hornet (a movie I have never seen). I wake up, feeling close to an LD. I MILD and then return to sleep.

I am in bed. I pretty blonde girl is asking me all sorts of questions about how she looks. As she asks these questions, she is showing more and more skin--pulling up her shirt, putting a foot on the bed so I can see her legs, and finally spreading her legs above me. I suddenly begin to wonder if this is a dream. I close my eyes and nose pinch. Hmm. I lie here breathing, and thinking of goals. Ah yes, wanted to play with kitten T. Now I am in darkness., even after opening my eyes. I sweep the "hair" out of my eyes and the scenery returns. The blonde girl is gone now, and I head downstairs.

I find kitten by the sliding glass doors, watching outside. I scoop her up and try phasing through the wall. I am going through easily but kitten is getting stuck. I duck down, see the opening in the wall, and tunnel out.

Outside, I want kitten to fly so I throw her into the air. She definitely falls on the pavement, and pretty hard (her legs splay out from the impact). I have a twinge of discomfort, as I would not want to hurt my real life cat this way, but reason that this is just a dream, and throw her into the air again. Same result, except this time, after standing up, she turns into a tiny black beetle and flies away. I decide to do some flying myself. I try a couple of times (no success) and wake up.

I was walking home while my friends were fooling around on the street
I walk through the way from the bustop.
But then an old guy , grey hair, grey-white suit, appeared and flew up in the air.
At this part the dream became foggy , the next I remember from now I'm in a big building.
Actually an infinite building. The old man , lets call him the sage.
He was full of wisdom he telled me big things about humans
but I do not remember any of those.
Then I continued my journey in this infinite house
I was facing with different memories of my life , sometimes just conversations, I had.
Then I entered a museum where there were no lamps ,but there were light.
And the paintings were surreal as hell. It scared me a bit
then I continued my way in the museum.
I met with my friend in a sector where were vintage sofas and chairs
we sat down ,He asked what do I'm doing here I answered that I'm on a journey.
He said that he's on a trip.
I was aware at this point that the museum was meshed up with this world I'm in for a purpose, and that he doesn't know this .
Then he gave me a red tie "for the special events" and I put iit in my pocket.
then he leaved , the sage showed up again.
We spoke again I tried to find out why is he do this to me , he said he want me to learn something , or thats all I found out from his speech.
Then a scene started on a vintage bed. In anime style.
A girl tried to wake up his boy, but then it turned out it was not his brother but her dead self , blood all over her face ,eyes open stare stiff, horrifying.
Then I seen another girls face in negative vision , anger was on her face , then my vision normalised and at this point I said "this is bullshit, I'M OUT" And I woke up.

I think it was some kind of trial , but I aborted it.
I never met with a dream character having this big power.

Now I want to meet the sage , but now in lucid state.

Mantras during WBTB (Wake Back To Bed), “I will realize when I’m dreaming, and I will wish my Daughter and mother in-law, Merry Christmas!” I actually typed this out 24 times at 5:00 Am, so it would be embedded in my mind for when I became lucid this morning. I also worked on body awareness exercises. Unfortunately I didn’t get to wish them Merry Christmas while lucid this morning, but I came pretty close, and there was an interesting synchronicity at the end. Here’s what happened:

I was sitting at my computer trying to do a Google search, but it wasn’t working. Every time I hit the enter key, nothing would happen, no virus, no nothing. One of my co-workers came up to me and said, “Hey buddy, you should use Firefox instead.” I just ignored him because I tried Firefox once many years ago and it was crap. He then pushed me off my seat and I landed in my bed. Normally I would have complained, but my bed felt so comfy. I sat there and watched him try to install Firefox. I then realized I was dreaming, because my bed isn’t in my office (at work). As soon as I became Lucid, he left my room, and I tried to call him back, but he didn’t come. I knew I had to do something while lucid, but I couldn’t remember. I tried to get up out of bed, but the dream ended.

Immediately after the lucid dream described above, I was lying in bed consciously aware, but my body was asleep. I then felt a vibration go through my body momentarily, then stop. I waited about 5 to 10 seconds, and then another one happened. These usually don’t last too long, so I needed to quickly lower my consciousness level, and tried to stay calm, preparing myself for when the vibrations peak with intensity. About a minute later there was a powerful vibration and I tried to leap from body into an OBE. I made it half way out, and I was pushing with my arms against my bed to try and pull myself out of my body. I could see my bedroom clearly, and I tried even harder to escape, but then I was sucked back in. Darn! I continued to lie in bed consciously aware. About 10 minutes later I heard my bedroom door slam close, and then it felt like I was floating on my bed, as if I was lightly hovering in and out of my body. I tried to OBE exit again, but no luck and I fell consciously asleep.

A short time later, I found myself in another dream. This time I was being snuggled between my wife and my sister in my mother’s dining room. It was like I was floating in the air, and they were holding me. My poodle was also floating right in front of me, and she was changing colors back and forth between white and black. There were ribbons floating in the air, and I was grabbing them as they floated past me. I decided to do a reality check, because this all seemed a little bit odd. To my surprise I was able to push my point finger right through my other hand! Yes, I’m lucid! I remembered my plan to wish my daughter and mother in-law Merry Christmas. My sister said, “He gets it!” (That I’m dreaming). I sprung to my feet and called for my daughter, mother in-law, and my great mother in-law to come and visit. BTW, my great, mother in-laws birthday is on Christmas day, so I figured I would also wish her a Merry Christmas and a Happy Birthday. I could feel the dream fading, so I immediately started to swirl, but I was too slow at reacting, and I woke. I tried to stay perfectly still and get back into the dream, but no luck. So I wished them all Merry Christmas, and my great, mother in-law Happy Birthday when I woke up this morning.

As a synchronicity to these excellent dream adventures, my wife received a text message this morning from a psychic medium we visit couple times a year. We’ve never had this happen before, where a psychic medium has sought us out. She said my daughter has been asking her all morning to send us a message from Heaven. She wanted to wish us a Merry Christmas, and to thank us for involving her in all that we do. Also to tell dad (me) that she hears me, and thanks me for connecting with her. She also said she sees some sparkly red shoes down here like something from the Wizard of Oz. Well this is amazing, because my wife just received some ‘over the wall’ flashy red tassel slippers from a co-worker as a fun present, and she was wearing them when she got the text message. These slippers truly are ‘Wizard of Oz’, and this text message really made our Christmas day feel extra special.

Merry Christmas Everybody!

My dear mother in-law passed away in Nov 28, 2001, and her Birthday is Nov 29. I really wanted to wish my mother in-law ‘Happy Birthday’, in a lucid dream, the morning of Nov 29, 2014. I went through all my lucid dream preparations, mantras, and WBTB. My mantra was, “I will realize when I’m dreaming, and I will be with my mother in-law. Pull me out please! Hug time!” Here’s what happened.

In this dream I was driving my snowmobile across thin ice, and soon all the ice disappeared, and then I was driving on top of the water. I use to do this in my younger days, so I didn’t panic during the dream when the ice disappeared. I drove the machine up onto the shore near the canoe docks, and stepped off. Suddenly three sleeping bags appeared on the ground right beside me, the snowmobile disappeared, and then I was standing inside a room. I instantly became lucid, but there was one problem, I could only see out one eye! In an effort to improve clarity, I ripped a piece of carpet off the floor and rubbed it with my hands. My vision came back to my blind eye, and the clarity was decent.

There were about 10 people sitting chairs, all huddled together alongside a wall. They all had rain ponchos on with the hoods up over their heads, and I couldn’t see their faces. Nobody was looking at me, and then one fellow turned his head and looked at me, and when I looked back at him, he quickly looked away. Thinking back, he looked a lot like my mother in-law’s dad. Then I remembered my plan to meet with my mother in-law, so I called out her name loud and clear. To my surprise, one of the people sitting alongside the wall jumped up, pulled her poncho hood down, and ran over to me. It was my dear mother in-law! I haven’t seen my mother in-law in 13 years, and I was really taken back. I can’t even begin to describe what I saw and felt. My jaw dropped, she looked exactly the same, except she was about 50 years old (she passed at 60). I said, “You were sitting right there the whole time?” She gave me a pleasant smile, but didn’t say anything. I immediately hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, and told her, “I love you!” After that, I immediately woke up, but I was really wanted to stay and talk to her, and wish her Happy Birthday!

(Copied from dream interpretation forum)

This actually happened two nights ago, but I only got around to posting it now. I don't remember what I dreamed last night, so . . .

*Important Background Information*
I am a teenager. I live with my parents, younger brothers, two cousins, aunt, uncle and grandparents. The only people in this dream, however, were Aunt Beth and my cousin Isabel who is 4 years older than me. I live on a farm, and I have 12 goats and a sheep in the front of the house. On the side there are horses, chickens, 2 guinea hens, 2 geese, and some rabbits, but the only relevant animals are the goats and horses in this dream. At the moment there are some court issues over my brother and I feel like the adults aren't telling me enough, which could be part of the meaning of this dream. Luna is my favorite goat and she gets Polio sometimes due to a weak immune system; I know how to tell when she in in the very early stages of it so she hasn't been close to death for at least a year.

*Actual Dream*
I was at home, and my house actually looked like my house which is unusual in my dreams. I was inside and I don't know what I was doing when Isabel came up to me. She told me Luna was dead! I felt very stressed and grief-stricken, and I asked her why I hadn't been told she had Polio. Isabel just shrugged, like it didn't matter! I think she was a bit embarrassed too though. I asked her, "Seriously, why wasn't I told?" and she shrugged again! So I ran outside to the goats, except the goats were right by the horses which is not where they are in real life. Also, I didn't recognize any of the goats except Luna. She wasn't dead, but very near death. Aunt Beth said she was going to euthanize Luna (put her to sleep.) I told her, "NO. I believe it is wrong to euthanize animals, ever." It's true, I do believe that. I should add we do NOT have the needle or anything; we would have to go to the vet to euthanize an animal. When Aunt Beth tried to do it anyway, I pushed her hand away and told her we couldn't do it. Luna might be very sick but there was no way we would end any chance she might have of surviving. After that I don't remember much of my dream; only that she was getting a little bit better. I don't even remember whether she died or not. I do remember that this morning when I woke up and went to let the goats out of their stalls, I was VERY relieved that Luna was okay; the dream was very vivid and I thought it might be real.

In this dream I was lying on my back at the front steps of an apartment, facing the bright blue sky, soaking up the hot sun, and just simply enjoying a beautiful summer day. Then I heard my daughter’s voice right beside me, “There are fluffy, whooping cranes flying above us!” I instantly became lucid upon hearing my daughters voice, and sure enough, a flock of whooping cranes were flying overhead. There was one in particular that was flying very low right above us. It was completely white, except for the ends of its wings, which were black. I looked at my dear daughter and said, “Let’s fly up to see them!” She cautiously replied, “Okay, but I can’t fly too high.” She stood on the edge of steps, watching me carefully over her shoulder, with her luminously beautiful and bright blue/green eyes. Her eyes almost seemed to be glowing! Before we launched, I told her I loved her, and she gave me a little smile. She seemed a little nervous about flying. We then flew up into the sky, and unfortunately my vision faded. The last thing I saw was my daughter flying right alongside me, 20 feet away. I immediately entered this wonderful experience into my dream journal.

I was hanging out with Dreamer and one of her guy friends. They were sitting on the couch next to each other. Her friend was wearing this enormous hat - It looked like a smurf hat, except that it was bright blue. He started to talk about some hat game in minecraft where you could do something with hundreds of different hats.

This Asian lady and her daughter appeared. The daughter was trying very hard to be American but she was uncomfortable because she felt as though she didn't fit in and she didn't understand the culture. The mom was yelling at her, telling her that she had to be better and to try harder and that she needed to change who she was in order to fit in and become rich. The daughter seemed really upset about being yelled at like this. I started to argue with her mom and tell her that it wasn't fair for her to put that kind of pressure on her daughter and that she should want her daughter to be happy. She shouldn't need her daughter to fit into a mold of standard conformity at the expense of her enjoyment of life.

Dreamer's DC didn't like that I was telling her mom this stuff, she thought that it wasn't my place to say such things. I was quite upset.
Dreamer's reaction didn't make sense to me, I thought that she would have agreed with me if anything.

I realized I was dreaming at this point. So I walked outside, into the front yard, where I saw high a school kid riding around on a unicycle, but it had a steering wheel on it. I walked in front of him and got him to stop riding. I made him fly into the air and gently land on a soft, cushiony patch of grass on the other side of the street. I then jumped onto his unicycle and started to ride down the street with it. He chased after me and I let him catch up a little bit to mess with him, I was feeling a bit cruel I suppose. He kept getting really close to me but then he would get too tired from running and he would have to slow down. I kept cheering him on while telling him that this was great exercise for him. I'm so mean to DCs sometimes!

We got to the end of the street and there was a giant crater in the middle of the road, maybe 100 feet deep and 50 feet in diameter. There were dead bodies littered all across the bottom of it. I jumped off the unicycle and sort of shielded the high school kid from the bloody scene. I could faintly see a semi-invisible figure lurking in the shadows. It became visible temporarily as it climbed out of the crater. It was Cerberus.


I began charging up a bright pink laser from the palm of my hand and I patiently waited for the demon dog to attack. It appeared from out of the shadows once more and I unleashed the charged up laser right into the center of it's middle head, destroying it. The beast recoiled and fled. I Woke up.

I was sitting on the bleachers of an indoor volleyball court, watching an old girlfriend serve the ball over and over. I was trying to sit next to an asian guy, but not too close. I ended up sliding magically towards him and I would edge away over and over again. There was some awful woman that was thoroughly scolding her child for no good reason and I asked if I could talk with her outside. She followed me out of the room and I basically told her that she wasn't a very nice lady and that she didn't deserve to have children. Everybody in the room came out to watch this and she just stood there. It wasn't very nice of me but she was soooooooo mean.

I ran up two flights of stairs to get away from the scene. I noticed that I was in this enormous underground school. I became lucid when I realized that I was moving in slow motion and jumping maybe 10 feet in the air.

I took off flying when I got outside. I got high above the school and it looked like my old elementary school. I started to wake up. I woke up into another dream, but I was still fully lucid and aware that I was in a dream. It was almost like a dream intermission or commercial. I was a woman and I was talking to this guy. I told him something that made him really bored so that he would want me to go back to sleep so that I could go back into the dream from before.

Back at the elementary school again, I was flying high into the sky, into these dark clouds. I was doing crazy tricks like flips in the air and dives down to the ground. I let the lightning shock me several times just for fun by flying up into the dark clouds. I felt like I was showing off but I don't know who it was for, it was certainly fun though. I woke up into another dream, once again, but I was still fully lucid and aware that I was in a dream.

This time I was a guy in his 40's and I had woken up and I was cranky and I wanted to fall back asleep so that I could go back to the other dream. These intermission dreams were unusual because I felt like I had control if I wanted but they also seemed like they had a life of their own and I was watching them while fully knowing that they were just dreams. I would try to softly guide them back to the people falling asleep so that I could get back to the dream that I wanted to be in.

Back in the dream, I thought about what I wanted to do. I had the sudden realization that what I was seeing was entirely in my mind. I moved my hands across the front of my vision and the world vanished in the wake of my fingers, leaving behind a trail of blue ripples. I tried to erase the school with my hands and I almost succeeded in it before the image snapped back into place. I wanted to experiment more with this but I woke up into another dream.

I was in person with Dreamer and we were talking about her nana. I said something about her eating a lamb shank, which makes absolutely no sense, then the dream ended and I was back in the clouds, flying still.

I remembered the bonus task of the month and decided that I could find Santa's sleigh at the north pole pretty easily, so I flew at super speed until I was convinced that I was right above it. I dove down into the clouds and saw that there were stars below the clouds. I looked around me and there were stars in all directions, I was in outer space. I started flying at ridiculous speed but I felt like I wasn't moving anywhere because everything was so far away. I thought that maybe I could let myself fall backwards, down to earth. So I started to fall and I could feel myself accelerating, but I still felt as though I wasn't moving anywhere. I felt as though I was falling at the same speed as the entire universe, so there was no relativistic change in my position. I had the split second thought that maybe I was falling into a black hole and I noticed a twinge of discomfort. I decided to teleport away.

I ended up waking up just a little bit at this point and I could feel my body lying in bed. I reminded myself that my body was relaxed and that I didn't need to move and that the next dream would start soon.

The dream started in my room. I got out of bed and I could hear Free Fallin by Tom Petty playing in the background. I thought about moving through the wall to get outside, but decided to just use the front door. I floated up on the roof, looking for Santa's sleigh. I only found a little toy santa with a toy sleigh. I reached my index finger into his bag of gifts and found a tiny present. I opened it up and there were two miniature plastic cherries inside. I was QUITE unsatisfied. I saw another toy santa and looked in his bag as well, there was a present with a styrofoam cube inside of it. I started to wake up again. DEILD'd again

I started back in the same place. I looked over at another roof and saw a bright, golden, shining light and tons of giant presents that were wrapped in various brilliant colors. I knew that santa would be there and so I floated on over and sure enough, he was. His sleigh was there as well and he was having a conversation with a reindeer. I looked inside his bag of gifts and found a single present inside. I quickly tore off the wrapping paper and opened it up. There was a neon green tie inside.


I was so disappointed. I don't mean to be ungrateful santa, but, what a shitty gift! I decided to open another present and I found an even longer version of the same tie that was probably at least 10 feet long. I opened another present and found a blue silk shirt inside. I really don't like clothes as gifts. I opened another present and it had ribbons inside, for putting on top of more presents. Determined to find a good gift, I opened one last present and there was another box inside of it. I opened that box and there were a bunch of ribbons in that box. Damnit. Santa was clearly fucking with me. I had looked at him with a Stare of Death but then I woke up before I could give him a piece of my mind.

Halfway through (4 hours into) a really early to-bed night (7:30pm!)

+ talking to a girl/bunch of girls on Ol near FL, one is named "Yuna". One is alone at first and I try to get her to follow me, but she's hesitant. She waits for the group to join her and then I approach and ask them their names, and start to get closer to them and the dream fades.

+ walking through the village with naked / bathing girls, threatening atmosphere, stuck in entrance area; super windy weather, strange pyramid sailboat; Breaking bad's Walt is in chains and body-invades another prisoner and watches the face change

+ super high security home, toothpick security cameras bristle from the ceilings and are even on the mirrors in the bathroom, the security guards scan for unfamiliar faces

I'm standing at a bathroom sink it's fairly dark, inspecting the mirror, the mirror has strange features and I'm trying to figure them out: it's a multi-section mirror and I do not recall seeing any reflection. There are tiny bead-sized "mirrors" I think, capturing the image and reflecting it in zig-zag diagonal order back and forth up the face of the mirror and finally into a small video camera at the upper-right corner of the mirror, this goes to the security system.

In a open dining room/kitchen area with a large island, some women are there, I notice poking down out of the ceiling everywhere a forrest of little spines, toothpick-thin with tiny video camera beads on the end of them. They send images of faces to the security guards for constant review. I wonder if they'll come for me since even though I'm here with people who are obviously not scared of me, I'm not registered in the system, the woman says she will call and notify them that I'm OK.

+ in upper level of two-level gym, checking out hot girls below, I say "If you stand in front of the guys with muscles, it seems like the girls down below are looking up and smiling at you"; fight at the gym between two black guys with briefcases, one messed up "all the orders" of the other one

I'm doing bicep curls in a gym with a barbell. It's an upstairs area with a big glass wall (dream sign) overlooking a large lower gym area. My area is multi-level like large steps with a bunch of people around me and above/behind me also working out. I'm appreciating 3 super hot girls (exaggerated body part sizes?) in the front/right area of the gym floor below. I come out of this room to a side area and I'm exclaiming with happiness/smiling that I've figured something out: "If you stand in front of the guys with muscles, when the hot girls smile at them you think they're smiling at you!", I have a thought that this is sort of pathetic.

+ with college friends, DD is young and pregnant and showing nice cleavage, she greets me warmly then I notice her fairly exposed bust and exclaim, "Hell Yeah!"

+ at the busy train tracks intersection, cut leg on ragged edge of screen mat, guy wants to share mat, weird lizard twiggy chest muscle-man in the garden, another guy shows me the way out, the path is ankle deep in sliced tomatoes.

A group of us are approaching the major intersection, it is a crossing where a train/vehicle tube approaches from the left and continues on the right, but at the crossing the tube is cut away so the cross street can go across. I run up to the intersection with a folded up section of screen-door screening and I cut the left side of my lower left leg on the exposed jagged edge, I look down and I see a 1.5 inch cut in the pre-bleeding stage, just a few spots of red. Waiting for the cross traffic (fast cars/vehicles) to clear away they're moving from left to right, I think this is a dangerous intersection, don't want to get too close to the traffic. After the vehicles pass I see a group of people running after the cars. We "go" and turn right and start running with the flow. We're carrying these mats (mine made of screen material) so that we can "run on them" and it will allow us to go faster. A guy approaches from my right and asks me if I can use my "???" (screen), I say no I have none to spare. We're running to the left side I'm trying to choose the right path. My wife is behind me and tosses an empty sack to the guy and says here to use it as his "running mat".

I enter a little garden area with a muscle-y guy who takes off his shirt, I expect to see standard muscles but his chest is bizarre: instead of regular pectorals, his upper chest is covered with raised, lizard like "chicklet" small square bumps about 1/4 to 1/2 an inch on the side, slightly orange-ish colored. His main "pecs" are made up of a tangle of short twigs raised up over his skin, it's really weird. Another guy offers me a way out of this garden, a short curving-to-the-left little path to the right up out of the area, I walk in it and it is ankle-deep in sliced tomatoes.

edit: 2-3 hour "WBTB" then back to sleep (2am), up 10am

tons of dreams, lots of wakings, lots of "The Phase" attempts, probably only half of dream scenes remembered, very vivd/"present" but no lucidity

Probably at least 6 or more The Phase separation attempts during late morning on and off dozing (usually my best time for lucids), mostly the rotating visualization, once I got a bit of a strange feeling and a bright flash of HI but it subsided quickly. Each time returned to a dream, non-lucidly.

+ checking wife into hospital ("short term/long term?/allergy?"), expensive ($3600 total, $2511 after insurance). The clerk is a young Asian man seated on the other side of a counter. I'm here to check in my wife. He asks "long term or short term?" I know it's not long term but I want the possibility of overnight if needed, so he says "allergy (check)". Several more questions/answers, and he pronounces the bill is around $3600 total and $2511 out of pocked for me. I think that insurance (Obamacare?) is barely helping at all and we may forego treatment entirely with that bill.

+ fixing something in a tangle of 2 women, "give me the screwdriver"; medical exam of young woman who's bleeding slightly from every toenail (& tooth?), touch her (ahem).

There is a woman doctor checking out the young woman who says "it hurts," and the young woman's mother, I'm lying with the young woman on a bed under the sheets while she's being examined. At one point the doctor/mother leave and I ask the YW where it hurts, and she takes my hand and places it firmly on her genital area. It feels unrealistic, like a thin layer of skin over a hard artificial surface underneath.

Spoiler for explicit:

I run my fingers up and down and work them inside the top layer, and feel the warmth and moisture

. The doctor/mother come back and I quickly move to pull up the panties of the YW, and make a gesture like i'm pulling mine up as well, and I think this arm-gesture is well-understood and they'll know that I'm pulling up my underwear under the sheets. They inspect the girl some more and this is where I see the spots of dried blood on top of every toenail, and I feel relief that attention is diverted away from what we were just doing.

+ find my kids socks lying in the gutter in the parking lot of a stripmall, enter sports store to buy underwear, $68 / pair, jersey/jockey confusion

Driving in a car turning from an intersecting cross street to the right on to a long large street of endless strip malls like El Camino Blvd. in silicon valley. I stop and get out and cross the sidewalk into the parking lot. I look down and see a few pairs of socks in the gutter/edge/curbe of the parking lot, I look at these for a while and am trying to figure out if these were my kids' socks that I'd been looking for for a while. One pair is medium-dark army green.

I enter the sports store and I want to buy a pair of underwear. There are bins and shelves all around. Sales guy comes up and I tell him I want to buy a pair of jockey briefs, "short" and he leads me to a display. The material is dark (black) with lots of dark but colorful vertical stripes (green, gold, etc.). I can't tell the shape of the thing. The guy indicates it's $68/pair, I'm astonished at the price. I say I wanted jockeys, not a jersey, maybe he's showing me a sports shirt for the gym.

+ drive down hill steering locks up park without collision, talk to guys who's plants I slightly ran over, where's the hospital/DMV, buildings in distance, narrow vegetable store shortcut, buy something to be polite, $36 eggplant, wallet

I'm driving down a hill daytime in our old white minivan. The steering wheel stops responding, it's locked up like when parking, I think this is because I've committed some driving infraction and the police have locked my steering wheel. I'm amazed I haven't crashed yet. There is a tiny bit of play in the wheel and I keep driving maneuvering around a bit, but don't have enough control. I pull over to the left curb and apply the brakes card and come to a stop just barely before hitting a parked (motorcycle?) where a guy is about to get on and start. I get out and he comes to me saying how I almost hit him and I'm repeatedly telling him that my steering wheel locked up and I had no choice/ no control. I'm standing on the sidewalk looking at my van, the rear left wheel is up on the curb and near some plants with colorful (purple?) knarled roots. The owner of this plant (another guy) is standing besides me and talking about how I slightly ran over his "?????" plant, and I say believe me, the last place I want to be is on your "????" plant.

I ask the way to the DMV/hospital(?), I say (sort of [false memory] remember) "is it there beyond the freeway" which I see in the distance. No, they say it's that building there, I see two building much closer, large, cube-shaped, multistory & tall (10-12), light tan/peach colored, with castle-like ornamentation on the upper floors.

I'm walking towards them to pay my fine and unlock the steering wheel of my mini-van.
Enter a small market, I need to get to the other side, a friendly vegetable stand vendor (Asian woman) beckons me to walk through her stall, it's long and very narrow. I see vegetables on shelves all around me, there's a long basket of (olives?) in my way, she raises it up so I can get by and I'm concerned that they will fall out. The way is long and narrow, I'm thinking as I approach the end and the sidewalk on the other side that I should buy something in appreciation. I turn around and stand at the counter, I'm asking about bunches of purple peppers, I ask "are these hot peppers?" (I like hot peppers). They turn into small eggplants as I'm watching. She gives me a price (tag?) of $36. I'm astounded, $36 for 2 small eggplants?! No way. I say maybe $9 or $10 if in a really fancy store, but I think more like $5 is appropriate.

This is my 2nd attempt to heal my son’s plantar wart using lucid dreaming. The 1st attempt is recorded in my dream journals under ‘Part 1’ (Dec 13, 2014). Apparently it’s possible to heal using lucid dreaming, so I’m giving it a try. I feel this attempt worked out much better than my first, but still needs some work, no doubt, so I’ll try again soon.

After my 1st attempt I realized I needed to rehearse this with my son prior to attempting this again, because it was a little more involved than what I thought it would be. My son willingly went through a couple of rehearsals, so that my mind would be ready for the 2nd attempt. I have to admit, it came across as being a bit odd when we were doing these rehearsals, especially since my son is not a lucid dreamer. However, he happily accepted, because he’s been dealing with this large wart on his left heel for three years now, and no medical remedy has worked. Next step is a minor operation, which we’re trying to avoid. Here’s what happened in the lucid dream:

I woke up around 7:30 Am for a second WBTB. At 8:00 Am I quickly fell back to sleep, ready to do some more lucid dreaming. Little did I know I was about to be involved in an exciting false awakening! Next thing I knew I was being awakened by some good old rock music. I sat up in bed and realized I was wearing my Sony Walkman Headphones and listening to an old cassette tape. I couldn’t figure out how that happened, because I haven’t used my Walkman in 10 years or so, and I certainly didn’t go to sleep with it on. I looked over and saw my son standing at my bedroom door. I got up and walked over to him, and asked what time it was? He said he didn’t know, so I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone, and it strangely said 1:00 Pm. How could I sleep for 5 hours and not remember a single dream. I was also a bit disappointed that I didn’t have an LD.

I went to ‘crash out’ in my bed, and sleep some more, because I was still really tired. Strangely my bed was covered in my daughter’s possessions. I carefully lifted them off my bed and placed them down, but more of her stuff kept appearing on my bed. I repeated and repeated, but more her belongings kept on appearing on my bed. Finally I got frustrated and started to sweep them off my bed using my forearm, but they still kept appearing! Finally, I figured it out! I’m having a false awakening! I'm lucid! How could my daughter’s possessions keep appearing on my bed, after all, she’s in Heaven. I then remembered my plan to heal my son’s plantar wart.

By this point my son had left the room, so I quickly called him back. He instantly returned, and then he laid down on the floor with his left foot raised. I then called my daughter to come and hold his leg up, so as to free both my hands. My daughter walked into the bedroom and held his foot slightly off the floor. This was all going as rehearsed and planned. I kneeled down and removed his left sock, and I could see the plantar wart right there on his heel. Next, I sat down on the floor in front of his foot, and said, “Through love and consciousness we heal the wart on your foot!” I had both of my palms pointing at the wart. Nothing happened, no light, no nothing. I then remembered the Kami Hami Ha I did in one lucid dream, so I took this approach, and cupped my hands together as if I was holding an imaginary volleyball. I focussed and concentrated on creating a healing light. A warm, white, fuzzy, light ball, with hues of yellow, appeared in my cupped hands. I then focused this light ball into two beams of light projecting from the palms of my hands, at my son’s plantar wart. This was working! I was really excited! Then my vision went dark, I couldn’t see anything! Darn, I’m losing lucidity!

I stayed perfectly still and asked my daughter if she was still there. She replied, “Yes dad, I’m still here.” I replied, “I love you! Please help me out, I can’t see anything.” I could feel my legs, arms, and shoulders being pulled all at the same time. At this point I had no idea what was going on. My vision slowly came back, and I was surprised to see that several kids, including my son and daughter, were spinning me in a circle, as I sat on the floor. I couldn’t believe it. They were spinning me, like lucid dreamers do, when trying to improve clarity. This was very cool.

We reassumed positions, and I recreated the light ball in my cupped hands, and again focussed the beams of light back on the plantar wart. At this point there were several dream figures standing around watching. One of the younger kids then jumped over my right arm and sat down on my left thigh, with both my arms reaching around him, as I was projecting the light. I guess he wanted a front row seat? I was waiting for my son’s heel to start glowing before I stopped, but then I unexpectedly woke up. It was 9:00 Am (WBTB was at 8 Am). This was one cool lucid dream! I went and got my son a Timmy’s hot chocolate, woke him up, and told him about the LD I just had. I said next time, we’ll have your heel glowing and that should do it! He enjoyed his Timmy’s hot chocolate and my enthusiasm to help out with his plantar wart in this unconventional way. Strangely enough, his wart did look a little bit better today!

I have yet to figure out my true dream signs so I have been randomly doing my RCs throughout waking life. I look at my hands, ask if I'm dreaming and try to read a clock. So when I found myself in a high-class RV of sorts with two characters from a show Ive been Netflixing called Californication, Hank and Karen, I decided to do a reality check by looking at my hands. I remember thinking there is no way this is a dream but just for shits n giggles, Ill do it anyways. Sure enough, my hands which looked normal started to shake like an overloaded washing machine and I suddenly realized: Wow, I'm dreaming.

The dream started to crumble but I remembered my training; to focus on one object until it stabilizes but not focus too long on said object. So I noticed this very nice kitchen wall which was made of naturally finished teak that had fish aquariums and lcd screens built in. I made the wall itself my central focus for about 4 seconds and the dream stabilized. I then was so excited...I almost felt drunk of sorts. So then, Hank took me on this adventure as my dream guide. I randomly had my way with these willing women I don't know, maybe they were tv characters but I can't quite remember. I was then walking through a hallway when i decided to see if I could use telekenisis and it worked as I tossed a blanket back onto the bed and launched a couch cushion clear across the room. I also called out for an ex girlfriend just to see if I had the ability and wow...it worked! I talked to her a bit just like we are friends today and I remember feeling comforted knowing I could summon something or someone if my dream went awry.

So I was sitting with Hank and Karen when a house keeper/babysitter walked in. I asked her "What do you represent?" she looked at me funny and was like, "Uhh, I don't know what you mean." I told her "Well you are a dream character so what do you represent?" and she says something like "inner inadequacies i guess, I don't know?" I shook my head in agreement and said okay as Hank also kind of understood what she meant. I will have to look further into that!

So anyways the dreams last scene was me again doin the deed with one of my ex's best friends which was completely subconsciously summoned. I noticed outside while being somewhat pre occupied with her that we were floating in the RV about 200 feet above a sunny day Los Angeles and I believe that was what made the dream finally dissolve as I awoke in my bed with a big stupid grin on my face.

Obviously this was a very exciting experience and with only my second experience being lucid I am glad I was able to use what I learned to stabilize this dream and do what I pleased. I'd say this lucid was at least 5 times move vivid than my first.

Wow...back on board!

Night creatures

*A nightmare in dark, overnight scenery. I recall that it's not the first nightmare placed there. I become lucid near the end.*

I am walking on foot in the pine forest at night. I was afraid of being surrounded by paranormal. I could sense the presence of something unspeakably evil. I thought I saw something behind the trees, but it was some kind of shrine made of white marble. I sensed something behind me, so I tried to run away. I found myself in the churchyard, but everything except cemetery was closed. I ran through the graveyard, on the road avoiding dead ends, and somehow entering the church. I walked upstairs, and saw someone praying to the elder werewolf god. I was surrounded by possessed dogs. I thought to myself Godmode! I grabbed two of them and threw them away. I grabbed the other two, but they bitten me really hard. I could feel the pain, but I wasn't even hurt. Eventually I threw them away, and woke up having enough of it.

Stopping the thieves

I was in a big seaside city with my classmates. We saw someone breaking into the jeweler's shop. We entered the car. I was the driver, and we drove through the wall, stopping them, but destroying the building. Police came quickly, they were mad at us for all the destruction, but since we helped them, they didn't punished us. We were invited to a party made by the jeweler, but I said I have to go, I have something to do. While going away, I heard my classmates saying Something about that one... I didn't wanted to hear it, and entered another shop. After a while went out, and met someone from school. We went on the
shore, and talked about our lives.

Dying for love

It was in post apocalyptic world. Germans won the World War Two, by using nuclear weaponry. It happened during the evening and night. I was trying to save a girl attempting to suicide, I felt that I love her. She wanted to enter the hazardous environment, where one of nuclear rockets striked. I persuaded her to stop. She wanted to jump onto the train, but I stopped her in the last moment. Then she accused me of stalking her. I entered the truck, trying to escape from a group of german officers. They shot me in the heart. I died in that cold, dark foggy night.

Fallout

The cold war ended with nuclear war. Humanity lived in the cavernous bunkers made by germans during the world war. Everyone was scavenging for food and other resources. One of my friends told me to go for resources into the western chamber 1/a. I told my group to look elsewhere, and I'll go there alone. I entered it, but suddenly the automatic doors closed, and toxic gas was going out of a pipe. I tried to open the doors, only finding another set of doors behind them. I finally got to the last one, but they were too hard to open. Then a dog put his paw through the door, stopping them from closing, and saving me. I came back to my group, with a new friend.

Temporary opinion:

Even though I have sporadic results, skewed interests, and spotty motivations in my dreams, I feel it’s a source to keep trying to find ways to connect those experiences together. Or in other words, even if some moments may not hold much value in the life I’m living right now, I feel the more I recall them, and start seeing patterns, and hear certain things that validate why these things are happening in my dreams, it sort of gradually removes my doubting on dreams holding any learning potential.

I had a few dreams today that were blatantly obvious in how I could associate it with the present. Before, I would be left questioning why things are occurring, and it’ll probably be an up and down kind of adventure with meaning and no meaning, but that’s what makes it fun; whatever dream character I interact with, non-lucidly or lucidly, is a chance for me to test my means of apperception, i.e., taking new ideas/knowledge/experiences, and assimilating it to whatever is already in my mental repository.

It seems like the conquest to know more about myself, and how I assess myself in my life will never stop. It seems to be my source of inspiration, reflecting on things, finding ways to rise to the challenge; finding ways where I can’t control something and overcome adversities, but knowing that it’s okay; it’ll all be alright in the end, because the more I keep my center in any circumstance, dream or this reality, I can persevere and find new outlooks on things. Whether it’s finding meaning in life (e.g. existentially, psychologically), how to interact with others, how to appreciate and care about other people’s lives, it’s always there for me to tap into.

And even if those moments in my dreams are transient, and imaginary, there’s a sense of liberation when realizing that even if there’s potential irrelevance and meaningless in my dreams, and even in life, it’s alright; just keep going.

Tonight I'm in a hotel and had gone to bed at 12:30am, early for me, after a big meal with lots of wine. I slept for a few hours and it was probably around 3–4am (an estimation, I didn't check) that I started water-cycling. I've found it the best way to avoid a hangover: I wake up at intervals to drink as much water as I can comfortably consume, which inevitably means also having to use the bathroom frequently once the rehydration sets in.

I had already woken a few times in the night and this waking seemed no different at first, because dream logic prevented me from realizing how odd it was that I was walking down a long hall to use the bathroom rather than just using the one in the room. Yet from the start, something made me wonder if I was dreaming. I tried jumping and levitating but it was inconclusive. It didn't occur to me to try other checks. I went in the bathroom and noticed it looked just like one I had just been dreaming about before I woke up, which also seemed suspicious, but I still felt very embodied and awake. I even noticed how clean and inviting this bathroom felt, in contrast to the unpleasant aspect they often present in dreams. I felt awake enough and had to pee urgently enough that I was tempted to just go ahead and use the facilities, reasoning that if I was actually dreaming then with careful intention I should be able limit this activity to the dream state and not accidentally release my bladder in waking life. But uncertainty made me hesitate—I couldn't afford to be wrong about this! Something still made me sense that I was dreaming, even if I couldn't seem to prove it.

I noticed a woman sitting nearby, which did not strike me as odd, but opportune. I approached her and asked, "Am I dreaming?"

"Yes." I was struck by the simple decisiveness of her answer. It was also uncharacteristically straightforward, given the usual evasiveness of my DCs.

"Thanks for being honest. Usually when I ask people in dreams—" (I used this phrase instead of "DC" because I was afraid she might it insulting to be reduced to an acronym) "—they say 'no'. Why do they do that?"

She shrugged slightly. "They're probably just nervous."

I wondered what they might have to be nervous about, but wanted to understand what made her different. "Then why were you so honest?"

"I represent your higher functions." I'm pretty sure this is what she said, or very nearly. It struck me as an oddly technical response.

This DC really intrigued me. She seemed so smart and self-aware, in contrast to the typical dullness and blandness of those I try to interact with. I looked at her closely. She was a slim young woman who appeared to be in her twenties, pretty, with glossy shoulder-length black hair and an Asian cast to her features. Her demeanor was calm, precise, and assured. I wanted a name to remember her by, so I asked: "What's your name?"

She promptly uttered a string of numbers, something like "2166309."

Perplexed by this response, I pressed, "I mean in letters." If she couldn't answer, I decided that I would name her "Murasaki." I had just been reading about the names of Japanese colors so the word was fresh on my mind; I knew it meant purple, and the woman was wearing a bright purple shirt and looked like she might be Japanese. I also recalled that "Murasaki" was a name of ancient pedigree, being the heroine of The Tale of Genji as well as the pseudonym of its courtly author. But my deliberations were unnecessary, it turned out.

"Meonarra," she said. At least that's what it sounded like.

I pressed for clarification: "Can you spell that?"

She might have started with an "M," but what followed was not a series of normal alphabetical letters. She specified particular accent marks and chemical symbols that I wasn't even familiar with. Her explanation of the spelling sounded far longer than the actual name, and at least half of it seemed to be special characters. Even listening closely, I couldn't follow it at all. I wished I had a way to record it other than my own weak memory. I reflected how people in many pre-modern cultures had developed their memories to an extraordinary degree, but we, who can almost always rely on other means of recording information, have very little ability in that regard. I wished I had a notepad to write down what she was saying, but there would be no point: I couldn't keep it with me when I woke up. So instead I just asked her to repeat herself: "Can you say that again?"

She obliged, but it sounded completely different this time, and I could swear the new spelling ended with a "D." That wasn't anything like the name I thought I'd heard. I figured if I couldn't spell it, I should at least make sure I had the pronunciation right. "Meonarra?" I asked, pronouncing the first syllables as "mee-oh." She corrected me; the first vowel was more like the "a" in "after," so it sounded like "mae-oh."

I realized that I was falling into a rut by obsessing over the name, and the dream was not going to last much longer. "Can I see you again?" I asked Meonarra. "I'd like to have a conversation sometime."

She shrank back with a stricken look, as if I'd suggested something completely inappropriate. "No! That's _____'s territory." I didn't quite catch the name, but I think it was two syllables, might have started with an "I," and sounded male. Similar to "Isaac"? But it wasn't exactly that; I don't think it was a waking-world name.

I wasn't sure what was wrong with my request, but I tried to reassure her. "I just mean to chat, like we're doing now. I'd like to see you." I realized that I was drawn to her. I couldn't tell if it was the stirrings of a romantic attraction or if it was just that I found her so interesting. But the thought awakened a sensuous impulse and I put my arms around her. I recognized that it was the dream state itself that made it so easy to slip toward this sensation, and I asked her why dreams had this quality. I can't remember how I worded the question, and can't remember her reply, if she had time to make one before I woke up.

Writing this up it perhaps sounds more bland than it felt at the time. It was one of those dreams that felt really significant, even if nothing much happened. I regret that I got so pre-occupied with her name. Although my waking mind really likes to have names for things, a tendency that bleeds over pedantically into lucidity, I'm not sure if naming things is especially useful or meaningful within dream itself. It is becoming clear, at least, that the kinds of names things have in dream are not always as clear and straightforward as our ordinary linguistic appellations of waking life. Instead they appear to operate much like written text in dreams, characterized by the shifting instability of dream logic. So it might have been better if I could have thought of more substantial questions to ask her, instead of wasting the whole dream just trying to pin down her name. I do like having something to remember her by, but what else might she have told me if I had been able to come up with a more introspective line of questioning?

It is now 6:43am (it was a few minutes before 5:12 when I started so I've spent over 90 minutes writing!) and the sky outside has blossomed into an unbelievably beautiful pink sunrise. I'm going back to bed.

I'm sitting in mrs.hadaways class and she's teaching about dyslexia. Let me remind you she's originally a business teacher.
I remember her saying something along the lines of: dyslexia is a dangerous disease. it consumes everything you eat.
I raise my hand and she calls me: Isn't it weird that a micro-organism can affect our body with great precentage? I recall myself saying. And she just looks at me dumbfoundedly and I look around the class and it's silent. Then she says, "Uhm. Yes."
I begin to walk out of the class. Then all goes black and at first i think i'm blind/ someone turns them back on and my vision becomes blurry. I fall to the floor in mid-panic until someone comes and gives me their glasses. I look up and see a girl in my view. Her name is Sarah. She takes my hand and lifts me and we start to walk out of the school.
We're in a room, on a bed. She's lying on top of my with her head on my chest and her arms resting under my back, as though hugging me.
She starts to kiss on me from my head to my legs. She then pulls off my pants and starts to give me a blow-job.
After sucking for some time she stops for an unexpected reason-- the tip of my penis comes off. I blink and swallow the spit lodge in my throat. Then I croak: did the tip of my penis just come off? She says Yes. "Well put it back on", I say
And she does.
She climbs over me and says: I'm going to bed
I reach over to give her a kiss goodnight, BUT she only pushes out her foot and tells me to go away.
Sarah leaves from my dream.

Soon comes another girl. She's naked, trying to take a picture of herself in this irregular pose. She is on her knees with one hand holding her up with her ass high up in the air with her loose hand trying to capture an image. I remember thinking to myself that her ass looked like the ears of a stuffed teddy bear, then I snicker and ask: what are you doing?
I don't recall her answering. Then I say something else, like: "I bet you get all the guys."
She has really long hair and caramel skin. She's lying on her back now with her legs half-way apart. She's gorgeous.
"why dont you have a boyfriend?"
She says curtly: "I do. In New York."
I remember one time she and I made-out but she wouldn't fuck me. It all makes sense. Long-distance relationships get lonesome time to time. I don't blame her.
" Oh" Is all I can think to say.
And that's all I can think to remember.