memorable

.../For some reason I'm holding a cutting board like it is a tennis racket

and get out somewhere to run on a road next to a lake. It looks like my grandparent's town lake, although I must be far from the town. The view is amazing but the scene doesn't seem to have much sense. I wonder if it's a dream. Look for the tattoo, it doesn't look bad, but there's something with it, it looks too blurry. I don't remember if it looks like that. I decide to do a second RC to confirm, I don't remember any other but the nose pinch. I give it a try, and I can breath! Great, now, What I was supposed to do? I don't remember about the TotM but the lucid dares in stead. I try to remember StephL's dare this time. It was something about taking a walk on a giant broccoli or something related to fractals, but where can I find it? I turn to my right to see there's sort of a temple carved in the stone of a mountain. Of course, I can look for it in the temple of fractals. I go there to get into a huge gate. It's a long corridor flanked by columns, it seems the interior of an abbey.

I look out of the corner of my eye a couple of pictures of fractals at the entrance of this temple. They seem to be a pretty simple structure. It's like they're made of an ECG graph. It's not what I'm looking for. There are a lot of altars between the columns. I think perhaps I can find a picture of the sort of broccoli I was dared to look for. I don't remember its name nor its shape. I see an altar in the style of a colonial cathedral, with pictures around it, and some carvings of people here and there like some Mesopotamian ancient artwork. There's a tiny window with a colorful cathedral glass in the middle. I turn my view to change the shape of the image that forms looking to form the image of the vegetable I'm looking for, although I cannot reconstruct a mental image of how it looked like. I just remember it was something like a raspberry. And that's the pattern that appears on the glass. I don't remember the exact figure as well. I try a couple of times but I cannot reconstruct the image with my movements. Then I decide to turn the whole thing with a single movement. There's a door behind the circular altar. I jump there. It looks like a short hallway, it's all made of wood. There's some stairs at the end. I decide to go there, and cross in front of a door of a room. There's a huge book on a table. I stop to see it. I remember I saw a similar scene in one of my old 'non-induced' lucids, although back then, the room was dark and there were candles next to the book. I want to see what's there. I got to take a look although I forget what it was. Then I realize it has been a while since I'm talking this walk and remember it's a good way to stabilize the dream in stead of start flying or attempting to teleport somewhere else. I decide I like to walk in my lucids. I go to the stairs and start going down. It was a second floor. The dream start fading out when I feel my legs on my bed/...

* I didn't remember it was a romanesco what I was looking for.

Paraphrasing most entries so no hashtags...some just cut & pasted from digital DJ.

*Sexual content in many spots.
10/1 DILD: I was so angry at people cutting in front of me at an elevator line that the emotion instantly lifted me about 1 yard/meter off the ground which immediately clued me in that I was dreaming. I let the anger carry over into my lucidity and was venting telling them how I can just fly to the top of the building...I don't need this f-ing elevator...and I can smack you around if I want to, rip off your clothes, so there it turned sexual and I ripped of a few women's clothes with TK floating above the crowd feeling omnipotent. It was quite fun but I should have moved straight to some goals and ended up waking up as my wife got out of bed (99% sure that wasn't an FA). 213

9/27 I believe 3 separate lucid events and that HH's SSILD and visualization were the keys. After low key game. Waited 1 hour after waking to record dreams due to breakfast ready. The first one I went back to sleep trying to get more and I think I forgot too many details. I think it was the dream in the #shopping area and I'm #lookingFor #lostItem shopping bag I set down on this couch or chair and its missing when I go back. The lucid part is sexual with a sexy woman something about her curves and fine body. 210

The second lucidity event I am walking past the #school that is having a big sports or Olympics day with all the students competing in different events but I paid particular attention to students playing #rugby. When I first look at them I wondered if they weren't wearing football pads but upon further examination or dream transitioning they were clearly not wearing football pads and I could see them doing a rugby scrum. This transitioned to me playing with them and narrator talking about how one of the ways to score is kicking the ball through the uprights and one of the guys kicks the ball forward and I leap up to catch it but a taller guy catches it first I continue running down the field leaping into the air and I realize that I'm dreaming I have a lot of fun bounding across the field. 211

Third lucid event seems to start as a DEILD As I am visualizing in bed and I get the scene of a sexy woman and as I enter the scene there is a table, paper and a pointed plastic writing pen and ink that you dip it into and I write different messages to see how well I can write in a lucid dream. I forget exactly the first words I wrote but they came out pretty good but when I tried to write "dream" and it was very hard to read and I had more trouble with the ink getting more runny and not sticking to the writing device and the colors were getting too light to show on the white piece of paper. I've then start to remember that there was a sexy woman when I first came into the scene and I could see her sitting on the far end of the table. As I go to move towards her it gets a little foggy but I stay patient and focus first on her toes and her toenails painted with nail polish and slowly work my way up her leg with her body reforming. I reach under her dress
and caress her sexy legs and butt and remove her underwear. I reach for her wonderful warm moisture before working my way up to her top before waking up. 212

Stats from app: 12:15-10am xyz spikes113, 335 356 417 445 wbtb@530recall slipped away; 604 recheck app@620-625 xyz: 658?dild 712?dild 805 840deild 908wife up audio+xyz spike, 920 925 952 (late more tossing and turning? Earlier c/b combo of my and wife's movements?)

9/21 Lucid #sex with perfect, perky #Russian girl. Her breasts her butt! Her skin so soft after some hesitation from her I showed her she wanted me bad and she let me touch her everywhere. Thought about fingering her behind but afraid the dream might come up with a surprise there. Later sex with M, the friend of wife with twin sister. I told her it is okay...it's just a dream! She says "Your c*ck is so big! After exploding inside her my wife and I walk out of party and through a #shopping area with various #stores with groceries and #restaurants and my DC wife is proud of her stud "since it is all a dream" my new pick up line. I am scanning all of the DC's we pass. One lady looks interesting but I'm looking for a certain type since I already had 2 women so far this dream. 209

9/20 Awesome vivid tsunami dream where I am calm and lead a rescue.
WILD/LD 1: I thought I was just visualizing when a dream materialized. I hear Girl Friday downstairs and go down to hook up. Go semi-lucid as various people judge my interest in her but regain it when I see a girl in lingerie laying on the floor trying to seduce me. She is too young. I pick her up and hold her like a father would. 206

LD 2: I think that I WILD again. I am laying in bed visualizing when I find myself in a scene laying under the stars. I remember the striking feeling and realism of opening my dream eyes wide to soak in the whole view with so many stars in every direction. It was extremely beautiful and felt like a spiritual experience. I remembered my personal goal that I tied into the TOTM. 207

LD 3: Awake again visualizing and enter non-lucid dream at some point turned DILD.<snip> He leaves it unattended on oven to overflow and the oven starts to fill up with water like a clothes washer but it's open so the water would flow out onto the floor. I start to try to turn it off and then realize this is a dream the oven can't just turn into clothes washer. I fly up from there up out of the house but then I remember Girl Friday was there and I fly back down into the house but I seem to have messed up the visuals but I stay patient. I go into the living room in a bit of a fog I go sit down on the couch next to where Girl Friday was in the dream. I reach out for her and she seems to be forming back into my dream and I'm looking down at the floor and there's this round item rolling back and forth by itself that was cool. I think I'm forgetting a lot because I waited until the morning to record everything until I'm actually getting up. I did record the tsunami dream during wake back to bed which I'm doing shorter now. Factors for improved multiples? Vivid dream at beginning of night. DEILD focus. Visualization at each awakening. Stop and ask if dream. More frequent random natural self awareness. Back to lumosity. Adding a little fat back into my diet. 208

9/19 LD 1: This whole thing, this whole discussion and scenario has all been a dream! Start to get naked then decide to do nose plug=can breathe but am I fully plugging it, do finger through palm and proceed to get naked. I call for Girl Friday to come in and as I hear her (or someone approaching) I wake up. 204

LD 2: A noise (my wife leaving) wakes me up and I DEILD back into what looks like the same scene as my previous dream except I notice a mirror and look into it to see myself as a woman who looks like a thinner version of Julia Louis-Dreyfus. I decide to open my blouse and check out my breasts. They are small but nicely shaped. I sit down and take off my pants with plans to check out down there but I transform back to myself with my normal junk down there and all. I fade back to bed and fade in and out of some dreamlets including one with a little Asian girl I felt drawn to protect named Ashikara. I am trying to find her again in the fog and a little blonde girl pokes her head around a corner and disappears. Possible NREM lucid but not counting this part after the LD with me as a woman. 205

9/18 Examining source of smoke makes me lucid. Smoke coming from underneath carpet, pull it back, embers present, hole under carpet, look closer and hole gets bigger, think it looks like mouse hole and a mouse comes out. There are many orange ear plugs down this hole. Earlier I attempted the glottal RC and had trouble hinting a dream already but the above scenario confirmed it. Convincing FA. 203

9/15 Standing over bed seeing fleas on bed made me lucid. Wife there also. 202

9/12 I see Cameron Diaz and realize I am dreaming. I walk up to her and give her a kiss on the lips and then look at her again and she still looks mostly like her but with no make-up. I think FA after. Also DEILD focus bleeding into NLDs. 201

I watch a plane crash on the television as part of a breaking news story. The last part of the clip before they cut it shows the plane flying away from the crash site. It doesn't make sense to me, so I re-play the scene in slow motion. This time, the second plane is a missile. Both are in fact missiles. Nuclear missiles. I get on my computer and try to find the exact town in England where the crash happened, but can't find it. Just a bunch of English towns. Finally, I spot the wreckage.

As soon as I see the wreckage, I'm on a bus that's headed right to the crash site. My mom is on the bus, as well as my good friends. Up ahead is an unexpected building, billowing with thick gray smoke. Just pumping smoke out the top of it like it is manufacturing something. Our bus stops at a gate just before this building and a bunch of men with guns board our bus speaking a combo German/Italian language that I can't understand. Through their non-verbal cues, I understand that they must search our bus and everyone on it before they let us go on our way.

One of the men searches me, but gets upset when he sees that I'm wearing a belt. He passes me to the next guy who also finds nothing hidden. Even more upset than the first guy, he picks me up by my shoulders, and shakes me vigorously as if to get any pills to fall out my ass if I were a drug mule. Fortunately (for many reasons) there is nothing.

They finally let us all go. I sit down back in my seat, cautious not to draw any unwanted attention to myself. I see my high school sweet heart in the seat right in front of mine and we smile at each other. Then I see several layers of cloth all stacked on top of one another. The cloth itself begins to speak, telling me, "There are many ways to love a woman." Then the pile of stacked cloth lays completely flat on the bus seat, melting into it. Seems like good advice I suppose...

Looking out the window, I watch as we pass the building from earlier. It is a power plant that burns some sort of smoky fuel, powering the entire town around it. Set up like some post-apocalyptic utopia, the buildings are all caddywhompus, but well maintained McGuiver style. The bus stops abruptly in the center of the town, and everyone is forced off of it.

I am taken to the front of a tank column and strapped to the front of it as a human shield for the point tank. Definitely not a safe place to be in general, let alone for what I fear is about to happen. Meat shields make me sad, but I'm happy that it's me and not someone else. Completely bound, I tensely watch from the front row of the action as a group of fighters (who I assume are on my side) ambush the tanks. The whole ridge above us seems to have come alive with machine gun fire and anti-tank rockets. Sadly, they are all killed by the tank fire and .50 Cal machine guns.

Due to all the rough driving, my bindings come loose toward the end of the fray and I make my get away, running as fast as I can before they notice. I dart into the first building I come across and hide up in the attic. I get the feeling that ninja-assassins have seen me hide in here, and are on their way sneaking inside. I have to do something to prepare myself.

I magically find in my hand a plastic spray bottle with an enchanted liquid inside that causes whoever is sprayed in the eyes to face their biggest fear. I test it on a nearby cat, who goes completely wide eyed, and then rigid for a few moments before moving again. The cat seemed to enjoy this, and now is like my minion. I direct it to the far corner of the room to help warn me of anyone approaching. Another cat walks right up to my face and looks at me like it too wants to get the fear spray. I spray it in the face once, and it reacts just like the first. Before I decide what to do with it, a third cat approaches and I do the same.

I send one of the cats down the attic stairs to investigate, amazed that the cats are voluntarily helping me through our unusual connection via the fear spray. I am about to spray myself in the face with it, but before I do, I hear someone downstairs. Sneaking down the ladder, there are no lights on anywhere, just a mysterious blue glow. I step on the floor and it is really wet.

A creepy woman's voice whispers directly into my ear, "The true test is how well you can step quietly through a puddle of blood" Quite a sadistic test, especially since she could've just killed me right there instead of toying with me like this. I see now that the entire floor is flooded with about a quarter an inch deep of blood. I get a quick mental flash back of this same woman killing a bunch of soldiers in this room using knives and dodging their bullets, and then draining their blood everywhere.

Thinking about her challenge, my feet change from wearing shoes, to slippers, back to shoes, and then to socks before settling on barefoot as I consider how to stay quietest. Barefoot it is then... The cold, sticky blood is really creepy, and not more than a few steps in, the sticky noises give me away.

She lunges at me, trying to bite my throat in half. I get a clear look at her face for the first time, it resembles a zombie face, with dark red slime and nastiness all around her mouth, crazy demonic eyes, and greasy straight black hair. I push against her chest and stomach to hold her back and get knocked on my back over some furniture. She jumps at me, using her teeth as her main weapon as I struggle to keep her off me. Pushing against her stomach, it turns into a dark empty void like space, but darker somehow. From this void, a second pair of arms reach out to fight me. Struggling with these, I kick at her, only to find another portal open up at her waist from which a second pair of legs come through kicking at me. There is blood everywhere, and she just doubled her limbs while trying to bite me to death. This fact sinks in a bit and I wake up.

(early)

+ ski competition in a box. On a ski slope surrounded by tall walls, the door at the low end of the "box" opens and closes, I keep resetting (via rope?) to the starting line and the guy I'm racing against never begins at the same time as me.

+ getting a commemorative coin engraved with our names at a fair. I see the woman working the machine, the main guy seems to want us to think it will materialize out of thin air.

+ putting the little kid to sleep: kissing him goodnight, then taking him to the bathroom when it becomes clear his diaper is full, afterwards I throw the full diaper into the garbage can, go upstairs, and a woman points out to me mildly disapproving that there was already a garbage bag in the can for dirty diapers and that I should have used that instead, I agree.

(late, back to sleep victory)

+ getting on a bus at a prison officially going to Canada but really going to the US, going to the US is "just a detour" but is the real purpose of the bus

+ (DO) the concert at the international border: two bands are playing, one on each side of the border, at the same time, the Canadian MP threatens that any MP from "KaNAHda" found on the other side of the border will be declared a traitor. View from high up, the two bands were inadvertently scheduled to play on the same night, on each side of a river which is the international border. The river is invisible below the frozen ice. There is a long trench running across the border and young people are running up and down the trench shoveling it to keep it clear of ice shavings. I hear one of the bands playing, and think the concert goes must be upset that they can't hear the band they came to see clearly. Then the view switches to the Canadian MP at his desk, standing up, and threatening the traitor MPs. I think the way he pronounces "kahNAHdah" is funny.

+ (lucid, 1st and 2nd level): on computer trying to figure out a stock price, I'm with a woman, we can't make sense of the numbers, (they keep changing?) they're too small/too big for what we're expecting and I think that's because there must have been a split. I'm working the interface using the keyboard, I'm having trouble identifying the "show split history" on the screen I find something like it but it's not satisfying.

Brief scene of S2 standing outside.

Back at the computer I look down at the keyboard, the apple command key is in the wrong place and doesn't look right, then I notice there are large craters/big groups of missing keys on the keyboard, this is NOT right, I immediately declare, "Oh, I'm TOTALLY dreaming!", nose pinch confirms, get that amazed feeling because I thought I was entirely awake, stand up and immediately move on to the dream. I'm in my parents house living room, dazzled with the lucidity a bit, quickly settle down to goals: lucid dare! OK I'll throw that darn fire ball that Nfri dared me to do. Went to the main entrance hallway looking down into the back porch, willed my hand to be full of a fireball, and made a throwing motion trying to imagine a ball of fire travelling down the hallway and exploding on the door to the deck. I don't see anything. Hmm, fail! OK, I need to find a candle, take the flame into my hand, and build that into a fireball and throw it. I walk around looking for a candle for a bit, find one, cup the flame into my hand, it does come to my hand, I will it to build to a big ball of fire and then I make another throwing motion towards the open kitchen door through the living room where my mother is working on dinner, the visuals of the fireball are very very weak and there's no big fiery explosion but I'm satisfied and don't want to spend more time on that.

I think I should try some RCs that I haven't done yet. I've always wanted to try finger through palm: push my left index finger through right palm: yup, it goes through! It's like my right palm is made of thick heavy rubber. I get a quick glimpse of bizarre dream hands but pay them no further attention.

I'm looking out the window into the inky black dark night to the bright city lights below, there are SO MANY lights, the scene looks entirely realistic, I see all the way across the water to the city on the other side, the bridges are covered in lights. I'm amazed at how my brain can create this image without sensory organs. This view is so amazing I want to go see it outside. I hear my parents calling for me, I "know" that I'm asleep taking a nap [downstairs, probably on the couch], and that soon they will wake me up and Im incorporating their voices into this dream, but for now I'll just acknowledge their voices calling me but stay in the dream. I'm a little concerned about flying off and the dream ending, but I decide I'll just hover briefly a bit to admire the view then stop flying.

I open the sliding glass door and go out on to the deck, I want to "hulk jump" up into the sky and just hover there to look at the view. I give a fairly weak jump and maybe a arm/leg flap or two and I'm up at the level of the roof, I look out to see the amazing view and am somewhat disappointed that it is obscured with fog. Ah well.

My dad walks by my "sleeping body" and I hear him mumble some mildly disapproving statement, and "oh just let him sleep" and he moves on. He says something about a sports program that will be on TV soon.

I look down to the deck and see 3 people: 2 CGs standing on either side of a dude who after looking again is a 3rd CG. I fly down to the girl on the right, she's wearing a skirt, I get up close to her and do a double handed reach around and butt-squeeze and "wake up."

I am in the living room and look out the window: hey, yes, indeed my dream view out the window was very much like the "real" view I see now. The position of some features of the city are slightly different "in reality" though.

I go "back to sleep" on a bed or a desk. At one point I see a desk with used candy wrappers on it and there is some peanut sauce (made peanut sauce for some pasta in waking life the night before and O/D'd on it).

"Falling asleep" there in my parent's house, I see some HI -- I think this looks like an outdoor scene with a blue sky. If I just stay calm it should turn into a dream. I DOES morph into a static image of an outdoor scene against a blue sky. Stay still and wait for the dream to begin, the people start moving, there is a carriage, people are walking on a path, soon I should be able to walk myself and yes, I can walk and move, now I can hear the people talking, a group of women is following another woman who is a financial professional of some sort who is out shopping on Saturday. She does not want to engage in work talk with these women, "it's going to take me at least 15 minutes" to get where she's going, she's in a hurry, they walk with her and keep trying to get free advice.

I "wake up" and am really excited at my "successul WILD" and can't wait to write about it on DV and see what Sageous says .

At some point I really wake up and am amused by the dream-in-dream "WILD".

Here is my precog competition dream that I just woke from.

Salty old crock

On a train standind by the doors. I press a big button that stops the train and opens the door.

I am on a beach. The tide is high. I walk ankle deep into a shallow, isolated bit of water, towards a nice long rock. Then I see the rock is a salt water crocodile. I'm not scared.

Then I am in an old persons bedroom, the old person tells me they have a crocodile under the bed.

I walk on the bed and the crocodile butts my feet. Then popps his head out from under the bed.

There is an unusual place on top of his head to be punched, to settle him down. So I punch gently but firmly. He likes it and goes back under the bed to snooz. (EOD)

The rock that becomes a salty old crock is my surprising old friend. He is both the old person in his old bedroom and his pet crock living under his bed.

When awake I figured that out cos the crock wanted to be boxed on a special place on top of his head. Then he rested.

That pointed to the infamous boxin match that began my old friends psi dream caree.

I'd say the precog dream target is a salt water crocodile

Dream tags

Train, sand, sunny, sleepy salt water lagoon, soft long rocks, crocodile.
Old person, bed.

I had a lucid dream the night before 10/2/2014. Two nights in a row! (I already posted the one from last night). I was sitting with a old lady and then I suddenly grew old. This happened before in a dream so I knew it was a dream. Suddenly there were many dogs running around me and one wanted to play with me and I was petting it, chasing away my fear of dogs. Then I saw my friend Cody and a weird huge cat, and I ran after her and the cat. Many cats were there and they were playing with each other. I heard someone say "Cats play with each other. Sometimes they hurt each other but they play with each other." Then, someone was teaching a kid martial arts so I tried to teach front stance. Then everyone started to do ballet we were in a large auditorium. I was following along doing arabesques and other leg raises and positions and I asked to stay in the dream longer and then i had a false awakening because I expected to wake up and then I woke up for real and wrote it down.

Before that dream I had a nightmare that a guy in a gang was attacking me and friends, and then a friend killed the attacker and then we were in a mental hospital and someone told him to tongue his pills and I said I would tongue them.

Morning of October 3, 2014. Friday.



I am living in a very large castle that, in some ways, is somewhat like the inside of a modern shopping mall in layout, though also has features of a boarding house (though more expansive). I am not sure of my place in this gated society. I walk around the environment without incident for a time. Assuming the orientation is relative to my present home’s (though there is no technical reason why it should be) it is longer from west to east and with a wide hall (west assumed to be the front though I am not outside of that area).

There seems to be the memory of a girl in my care. She is eleven years old and with dark hair and green eyes and is seemingly a young version of my wife (even though I seem more of a step father here). I become aware of this when she is ready to leave in a car (on the east end) to go to a party with several other people. This seems to be some sort of party representing finality of something (such as the last day of a school year). She is wearing an elaborate light blue gown. There are at least two well-known celebrities in the car who I think are female pop stars though there are males as well. I have concern for her safety and tell her to get out of the car and to come back into the castle. This concern is based on awareness of mainstream pop culture (and my total dislike of it) and “knowing” that drugs or alcohol may be freely available at the other location (though later, the location actually seems to be another part of the same castle - unless they visited elsewhere before coming to a different area of the castle to party).

At first she seems slightly confused and a bit annoyed, but becomes more “stable” as well as passive in my decision. From here, I go around “telling people off” about their attempt to destroy the child’s soul and natural (or instinctive) self-governance regarding right and wrong (also relative to possibly latent divine abilities such as healing and precognition). Although I take full control at this point, I am not lucid in any way.

One of the people I “tell off” about the event seems to be her birth mother (though I do not recognize her - though I do say her name which I have forgotten, though I think it may be Gretchen), who is being kept in a holding cell (unsure of the crime she is there for) that is not that secure and with at least three other females around her age lounging about on the floor. It is very similar to a low-fenced rectangular area where people pay a small fee to feed smaller animals during some expos and it is out from the middle of one wall in a much larger room. A bit of hay is on the floor for bedding. She seems angry that I have done this but I am not impressed at all by her supposed reasoning which seems shared by many - “fun at all costs” and subjecting oneself to endless passive entertainment like a slow death. I ask her if she is okay and she makes a remark about two male drunks having disturbed her sleep the previous evening by yelling randomly around 3 am when walking down the street (from the southeast). It does not concern me as they were not a threat to the security of the castle (or gated city) at any point.

Over time, I begin to single out and eliminate the people associated with pop culture or erroneous beliefs (not through any type of violence but by spurring the castle’s seemingly ruling “public” into proper action and the removal of the offenders). A few people deny the charges and hide in their quarters for the duration but I know they will be gone soon, which means all undesirable music of particular defeatist phrasing types will no longer be extant in the entire region.

In a northeast section of the castle I use some sort of advanced testing equipment in the location where the party had taken place. It is some sort of powder with fluid-like properties (depending on what it falls on) made up of nanomachines. When most of the target is covered it creates a virtual monitor on all the surfaces with a report of the findings (down to the molecular structure). I try it on the stove they were to use at the party and all the sides then have many flashing instances of the word “warning” in red, white, and black; equidistant columns and rows by about three inches or so over the appliance. There is also a sort of buzzing alarm-like sound from somewhere (apparently a temporary virtual speaker formed by the nanomachines). The warning relates to both an illicit drug having been in contact with the oven as well as a poisonous chemical (associated with oven cleaner). This is only some of the evidence I will be gathering to oust all those I do not favor. I will be able to go over the whole castle and “recreate” it accordingly. “Invisible” (microscopic) nanomachines that clean or refurbish features of the in-dream environment (only the man-made ones) have been occurring more and more in my dreams since the beginning of the year. However, they serve a very similar function of where in-dream “magic” or mental focus have been used in the past.

Near the ending, the girl thanks me for my interest in her survival and development and speaks and acts with sincere and devoting mien and is now solely a faithful obsequious ally, it seems.

I am also considering if this is a “healing power” to “healing powder” transference (concerning ambiguity of my dream self’s faux memory) in recent dream trends due to liminal accidental “dream universe rewiring” in long-term meditation (due to the audio similarity of “power” and “powder” - as the nanomachines maintain a powder form with additional fluid or mist properties for the most part).

Aspects of this very loosely seem influenced by episode #01.03 and #01.04 of “Survivors” (2010), seen the night before. However, this general theme has been recurring since earliest memory in various ways.

1. I was in a car driving it and it started to flip over and go into the air. I was terrified. The car started to crunch around my body. I woke up.

2. I dreamt that me and Peter and Jenny (my brother and sister) were secretly cultivating and taking care of a Mimosa Hostillis Root bark plant and Peter put a leaf of it under my eye and it stung my skin.. I cut off some leaves and hid it under some clothing. Then I craved water. (I don't remember that part but I wrote it down). I thought Peter knew how to extract DMT from Mimosa Hostillis Root bark. I saw Justin in Jenny's old room in the house my family lost, cuddling with a younger boy that might have been one of the students from my martial arts school. This was a dream within a dream I had a false awakening and told my mom (in the dream) about Peter knowing how to make DMT. I looked for the plant cuttings from the original dream and then I woke up for real.

I dreamt I was writing down my lucid dream, and then I woke up and wrote it down.
I was at a mall, and I was scared because I didn't know where I was, until I realized it was a dream. Before that, I was arguing with my mom about wanting to cook something, but she didn't want me to make a mess, and a man was talking to me about Jesus Christ. Then the man left, and I realized I didn't know where I was or how I got there, so I realized it was a dream. I went down an escalator. There were free energy drinks and I thought about drinking them but then I rejected them because I looked at the ingredients in one of them and they were strange chemicals that I didn't want to be in my body.

Then I saw people doing capoeira and I walked to them and I was suddenly wearing white and I did capoeira with a young boy/young man. They weren't people I recognized but I told them that I used to do capoeira 3 years ago. Then I wanted to look for DMT.

Then I saw a clothing store and wanted clothing. So I walked up a down escalator to strengthen my legs. I saw my friend Kirstin and talked to her and then I saw my friend and singing teacher Polly and her daughter Emma and she asked me to buy something for her when I told her I was going shopping. I prayed that the dream would be longer and that I wouldn't wake up yet. I walked into the store and I saw a pink bisquit and I really wanted to eat it because it would have 0 calories and I would taste it but it was only a dream so it wouldn't give me any real calories. I started spinning in the air and moving forward flying and I enjoyed spinning and flying. Then I woke up.

In the dream I was going to steal, and when I woke up for real after the false wake up where I reflected on the dream and wrote it down, I realized I shouldn't steal in a dream. But in the dream, there was no concept of money at all, like it was in the beginning of my life when my mom was stealing clothing for me and I was twelve and it was normal to me and I just thought the clothes were free. In the dream, everything was free.

New goal: eat desserts in dreams and taste it and not get the calories.

Ritual: WTB 1am, woke 4:45am. Read, drank spice lassi, 7 minutes SSILD meditation, WBTB 6am. Relaxation, counting, mantra, took probably 30–45 minutes to fall fully asleep. Woke 7:30am with dreams.

Alchemy: 400mg L-Theanine, 400mg Alpha-GPC 50%, 750mg Aniracetam, taken at end of WBTB.

Notes: Two days ago I was buying ice cream in RL, and it occurred to me that I should use this as a motivator. "You can't eat any of this ice cream until you have a lucid dream!" I told myself sternly. Then last night I was thinking of eating something else for dessert, and I decided to be even more strict: "In fact, no dessert for you at all until you get lucid!" Given everything else that went into my attempt, including excitement about the brand new TOTMs, I can't estimate to what extent this reward-based strategy was a factor in the successful outcome, but it's worth experimenting with some more. Either I'll have more LDs or I'll eat fewer sweets, so it's a win-win either way!

I've been working on my mantra, and I'm currently going with variants of "Do we perceive the dream?" When going to sleep while counting I was thinking this on the off-counts, and as the hypnagogic state started to set in, at one point I noticed myself thinking: "Do we believe the skies?" ("Skies" as in the sporting equipment, so the rhyme was preserved.) This was so absurd I had to rouse myself and write it on my notepad!

By the time I started dreaming, it seemed as though there was a degree of dream-awareness from the start of the sequence, but I don't think it blossomed into full lucidity (with agency) until I remembered my tasks. There was no specific "moment of realization," and yet overall the dream felt much more like a DILD than a WILD, so I'm calling it a DILD.

DILD: I was standing in a narrow lane, enclosed on both sides by walls and buildings, in a residential area. A woman came out from a nearby house and walked past me, carrying a cat. Two other cats were running after her anxiously, so although their size suggested that they were almost fully grown, I intuited that the they must be the kittens of the cat she was carrying. The cat in her arms had wonderful markings, almost like tiger stripes. One of the ones that followed had a similar coat, a cross between tiger stripes and a Bengal's spots. A few minutes later a third cat came along, also striped.

I was so taken with looking at the cats that I didn't want to get too far behind, so I followed them and called the young boys that were with me to keep up. One of them was pushing an empty wheelbarrow but soon left off and went to chase after his friend, who had now gone ahead of me. I picked up the wheelbarrow and pushed it along for awhile, but it was of very primitive construction, all wood, even the wheel was just a disk of solid wood, so it was cumbersome. I wondered why I even needed it. I had noticed that one of the other boys who had gone ahead was giving his friend a ride in another wheelbarrow, and figured if I kept pushing mine, one of the boys would likewise ask me if they could ride in it, which would make it even more cumbersome. So I put it down and continued along the path.

There was a barn to the left, with an open door, and I decided to turn aside and explore it. This meant there would be no way of catching up with the others, but I didn't feel much urgency to do that anymore. The barn was full of old objects, and seemed to be used as storage of some kind. I remembered the TOTM and reasoned that in a rustic place like this it should be easy to find a pumpkin, so I started looking around for one. I climbed a ladder to a ledge which was serving as a shelf for additional objects, and was pleased to find that one of them was a large pumpkin. Everything else was covered with dust, which made me wonder how long the pumpkin had been sitting here. It was probably this concern that made me notice that the pumpkin was looking a bit sagging and rotten, but I recalled that the TOTM instructions didn't specify anything about the condition of the pumpkin, so I figured that it would still work!

Before I could reach for it, I noticed that it wasn't the only pumpkin: now I saw that there were three more on the shelf within arm's reach, all of them of slightly different hues and shapes. I was glad there was an alternative to reaching into the rotten pumpkin, so I grabbed the one whose appearance I found the most interesting: it was small, squat, and had a faintly bluish tinge. I figured I would start with this one, and if I didn't like the results, I had three more to work with.

Part of me wanted to just punch my fist into the pumpkin, which would have been faster but less elegant, so I forced myself to take my time and cut it open properly. I produced a knife from somewhere, without really thinking about it, and began sawing a circle around the stem, just as if I were going to begin carving a jack-o-lantern. When I completed the circle I lifted up the top section, revealing the interior of the pumpkin, and reached inside. The pumpkin was small enough that my hand barely fit, and I was groping around in the stringy goop and slimy seeds trying to find something else in there, hoping to encounter something interesting and unanticipated. All I felt were the pumpkin's ordinary innards, though.

Initially I had left my anticipations open-ended, but now that the dream was coming up empty-handed I tried to seed them with some expectations. Although it was a small pumpkin, there would be plenty of room for a ring. Might there be a ring inside? I squished all the pumpkin innards around in my hand to make sure I wasn't missing anything, but there was nothing there, nothing that wouldn't ordinarily be found in a pumpkin. The only distinguishing feature was that the stringy goop and slimy seeds, despite their very naturalistic texture, had the same bluish tinge as the pumpkin's skin. (I think this might have been day-residue, as last night I had been reading an Amazon review of a set of mala beads beads made in China that complained how the wood had soon developed a weird bluish cast.)

At that point I decided to give up on the little blue pumpkin and get started on the other three, but inconveniently I woke up. I considered getting up and writing my report, but felt that I was still in a state where it would be possible to DEILD, so I fixed the previous events in mind and let myself drift back into dream.

DEILD: This time I found myself in a place I recognized: it was the house of my maternal grandmother that I often visited as a young kid. It is a place that often shows up in my dreams. On this occasion, the theme of "blue" seemed to carry over from the last dream, as I noticed that the house now had a beautiful deep blue carpet that looked brand new. "Nice new carpet!" I said loudly, in case anyone was home. My grandmother is long dead but in waking life my uncle lives there now. In the dream, however, the house seemed quiet and empty, and no one responded to my complement.

I felt very lucid and clear, more so than in the beginning of the last dream, and remembered my standing intention to reflect on my bodily awareness. Sure enough, I could feel the characteristic tingles in my abdomen and especially in my legs that I associate with dreaming. (My hypothesis is that this "tingling" is a product of REM atonia.) I also associate this sensation with the ability to fly in dreams, so I experimentally levitated a bit, and then tried to implant the mental suggestion to be more aware of this body state while dreaming, with the aim of getting lucid more often.

Returning my attention to the environment, I wondered what task I could try next. I had been interested in the other basic task, drinking blood, but I didn't want to have to go all vampire on anyone who I might happen to encounter in this house, given that this was a place where my own relatives lived. "Perhaps if I look in the refrigerator, there'll be a cup of blood in there," I figured. It seemed a reasonable speculation, but after opening the fridge (which at the time I didn't notice was on the opposite side of the room than it is in RL), I didn't see any likely candidates. What would a cup of blood even look like? And would it still count for the task if it came from the fridge? The instructions didn't specify a source. But the idea of drinking a cup of refrigerated blood was not appealing to me, so I thought I should save this task for a more suitable occasion. I much preferred the idea of drinking it vampire-style, especially if I could get the bonus by drinking it from a supernatural creature.

Closing the fridge, I wondered what other tasks might be suitable for this environment. I remembered my lucid dare, and that struck me as a perfect idea: when I was little I always used to walk and play in the forest behind this house, so it was the perfect "enchanted" forest in which to go looking for elves. I continued walking through the house and went out the back door.

The world that greeted me once I stepped outside was startling in its freshness. The colors were deep and rich and luminous, more so than I usually see in dreams, and I was struck by the beauty of my surroundings. There were some distinct differences from RL: in the far distance I could residential areas covered in mist, as though I were looking at a town from the summit of a tall hill. The forest I hoped to find was present, but quite a bit further away than I would have expected. And walking across the grass of the wide lawn that lay before the forest was... a minotaur? I looked again. No, not quite a minotaur... it had the same general lineaments, but the head was that of a horse rather than a bull. Nevertheless, the creature was clearly supernatural, and it reminded me of the blood task again. I didn't want to miss this opportunity, since it was walking right toward me, so I approached the creature.

I didn't want to just grab the monster and start biting him, since he would surely conclude that I was attacking him and fight back, which could be counter-productive. So I went up to him and asked politely, "Sir, would you mind if I drank some of your blood? I only need a cup." He was at least seven feet tall and surely had plenty of blood to spare, so I didn't see any reason he should refuse. To my consternation, he seemed unsettled by my request and tried to demur. But I didn't want to pass up this opportunity, and figured that I had already met the demands of good sportsmanship by clarifying my intentions, so I grabbed his left arm (I was facing him, so it was the arm to my right), extended my fangs, bit him right in the crook of his elbow, and began to drink. Although he was tense and rigid, he didn't fight back, and I concluded that he must be experiencing that peculiar pleasure that the prey of vampires are often said to feel while being fed upon.

I paused to look up, gauging the creature's reaction, and was surprised to see that his appearance had changed. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, but it was the head of an ordinary man now, no longer that of a horse. The task was to drink from a supernatural creature and see how it changed me, but it turned out he was the one that was transforming! I returned to drinking his blood before he could recover his wits and fight me off. However, the blood wasn't coming very quickly. Either I had picked a bad spot where the blood couldn't flow freely or he was still resisting me in some way, perhaps stifling its flow through the tension in his arm, which was still very stiff. I woke up before I had finished drinking, and promptly concluded that I didn't think I hadn't drunk a whole cup's worth, if we're measuring technically by eight ounces. However, it turns out that it is hard to estimate the quantity of blood you're drinking when you're getting it right from someone's arm!

I was driving down a highway somewhere in Iowa. There were fields stretching off into the horizon on both sides of the road. it was late afternoon. There were no other people on the road.

I came over a rise, and saw something strange. Over off the road in a tobacco field on my right, a man was being crucified. I pulled over and got out to get a better look. The cross was t-shaped and about thirty-to-fifty-feet high. It was secured with metal cables. From the two arms of the cross some material was hung, like silk or plastic wrap. it formed these "wing" sort of things, like those wings on the flying suits that people wear.

The man being crucified appeared to be a white man made up in African ceremonial dress and paint. He even had two bones stuck in both his nostrils. Much to my surprise, he was laughing. It was a deep and sinister-sounding laugh.

On the ground were the people who had put him up and come to watch him die. They were all Amish people, and they stood around silently and emotionless with there arms crossed, looking up at him.

A young man met a boy who claimed to be his long lost brother. But it turned out he actually wasn't, and the false brother kidnapped the young man and forced him at gun point to make humiliating phone calls to all his friends. In total, he was forced to make 470 of these calls. Then the false brother murdered him.

I was in a men's restroom with the door open. I has holding a white latex surgical glove. I took some scissors and cut about an inch off the end of the index finger. I filled this up with water from the sink, tied the open end and threw it like a water balloon against the wall. It burst and splattered water. Then two girls came to the door and looked in at me. I picked up the remains of the finger, held it out to them and said, "Look! It's Professor Siri!"

Waiting in line for some cafeteria food at a university, I suspect I might be dreaming. I do a reality check by seeing if I can put my hand through the cinder block wall. I can! Now that I'm dreaming, I don't have to wait in line at all. I use telekinesis to pull fried chicken from across the room into my outstretched hand. Catching it, I put it on my plate as I hold my tray with my other hand.

Not that interested in food since I'm dreaming, I just sit down at one of the cafeteria tables, and run my hand through them like water. It feels really cool. After a bit of doing this, I look up and see none other than Chuck Norris sitting across from me. "Holy Sh!t, it's Chuck Norris!" I yell to get everyone's attention. I forget I'm dreaming as I assume everyone would appreciate being graced by Chuck Norris' company....

I am sitting alone in a big apartment complex, listening to the rain pitter patter on the roof. It's night time, and I'm not sure what to do really. I faintly hear a knocking outside, but it's not at my door. I consider ignoring it, but decide to see who it is, since it is raining outside, and someone might need some help.

I go outside, and around the building to the front side of it about 100 ft around the corner and see that it was my spiritual guide knocking at the door. I got the impression he was trying to offer me a ride. He is now just about at his car, and about to drive away. I run up to him before he leaves, and tell him that I'd like a ride.

Once I get in the car, my good friend from school is now the driver, and it is day time. We're on a snowy mountain road, driving faster than I would drive given the conditions. There is a narrow band of dry road that is totally safe, but on each side is a slippery mix of snow and ice. My friend turns a corner too sharply, dipping into the slippery area, and the car spins off the road. Now air born, we are falling toward an icy river that looks really unpleasant. I see a snow bank just below, and think how nice it would be if we landed there instead.

We do! The front of the car sinks deep into the snow bank, far enough that we have to use the rear doors to get out. As soon as we get out and climb away a little, the snow gives way, and the car falls into the icy water below. As soon as it splashes in, I see my spiritual guide again next to me, with his lower robes all wet like he had been playing in the water just now.

False Awakening, Lucid

.../I woke up in our current apartment, when I have some issues with one of my teeth. It's moving and after I while it falls out. I think it's bad because of it's one of the front side. I look for a mirror to see how bad is it looking. I don't see much difference. It's not that bad after all I think. It looks like a candy mint. I'm sitting on my bed thinking perhaps it was better to happen when I feel another tooth moving. I remember it uses to be a dreamsign! The first thing I do, look fot the tattoo. It's completely distorted this time, no need for more questions. It's wonderful, the place looks so real. It's around noon. I start spitting the pieces of teeth I have in my mouth when I remember it's a useless thing to do, because it never ends. I stop doing it, it's hard because of the amount of pieces there and I try to remember some lucid goal while start to take a walk in the apartment. I see our shoes on the floor, when it comes to my mind PercyLucid's dare! I find the perfect pair of shoes for this task, my beloved shoes from the old days. I take them and go to the balcony to look for my wife to ask her to help me. I know she's there because of it's summer like dreamscape and she uses to study there during those days. She's there, I give her the shoes and ask her to help me to put them on. She looks to me very tender. I sit on the chair, and she put my first shoe on. It's a little bit difficult to put, but finally I have it nicely adjusted to my right foot. Now the another one, I see some laces are inside of it, but I don't care. The same, it takes a little until I have it perfectly adjusted to my foot. I realize there's a stereo recorder on a table and some music is playing in the background. I recall the good feelings of the old days, and I'm very happy to see her again in a dream this way. I give her a sweet kiss before I go inside the apartment to remember some other task to do. The music sounds great! I turn the volume up with my mind. The music is wonderful! I feel very happy, when I get into the apartment, trying to remember some other task. No other idea comes to my mind but the feeling of how much I love her. I stand up, and want to give her a warm hug thinking to myself I do love her. When I turn to get back, she gets upset into the apartment, saying something about our neighbor is going to rise our bill for electricity consume for this month because of the music. I get upset with that guy, thinking to myself for who the hell thinks he is to bother her. I see him on the next house working on his hanging garden. Then I turn to see to the front of our house, there's a huge park. I want to go there/...

* Unfortunately the alarm clock goes off and I have little time to take some notes which I take the opportunity to post in the Lucid Dares thread. The riff is still playing in my head. I make some voice recording to catch it. I went to work hearing it for a while.