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.../Some kids are sitting around a table discussing the best name for a puppet character which was a TV show during the 90's. They all agree it would be named "Teddy the chubby friend". I "remember" it was always the name for the TV show and I think it couldn't be more accurate/...

* It wasn't at all. The TV show name was "Karina y Timoteo".

.../I see the sequence when a friend of mine receives a tattoo machine as a gift/...

Nap after work:

.../I'm in the room where I lived during my school times. I want to go to sleep when I realize some spiders have built their web between the ceiling and the window. I take a better look and see there are at least 10 spiders in a mass of webs, the bigger ones are deep in the mass, I remember some used to be the size of a little peach . I remember the big ones gave me the creeps. The webs hang above half of my bed, but they are too close that my hand gets stuck in one of them. I decide that I have to clean it up. My wife/ex-girlfriend (who I will call from now on, Simili) helps me. I want to use the vacuum cleaner but I don't remember where it is. I go to my older aunt's room, and see some other spiders there, but they are not many although the webs are huge. My aunt tells me something about some people were pruning trees in the street, now it's all clear to me. I see through her window some webs hanging from the street lighting.
Simili tells me the vacuum cleaner is in my Aunt-mom's room. I go there and my aunt-mom tells me she put it into her closet. I take it "remembering" there was something about this thing. I get back to the room. The spider webs are huge now and there are more and more spiders. I see one of them walking on the floor. I want to take a picture of it. I try to focus the camera but the spider on the floor moves too fast. I can't, it's enough, I step on it before it hides under the bed. When I see the spider webs again I see a lot of multicolored butterflies hanging there too. I have to take a picture of that spectacle, it's amazing. When the automatic focus of the camera tries to focus the image it pulls the webs to my hands. It's disgusting, I put the camera back and all goes back to its place. I try a couple of times more but always the web gets attracted to the camera and it's impossible to take a picture/...

* Woke up remembering spiders used to be a dream sign.

Tonight I.. My dream tonight took place outside near a well, I was next to the well with a woman I considered close to me and had a close feeling towards. She had carmel skin with dark brown eyes that i could not see the pupil of. Her skin was aged. She was trying to get my attention, looking me in the face as I seemed to be in a daze between 'realities' I soon realized she was trying to talk to me and focused in, she told me that the men where coming. Nearby were tented forts and shade was near. The jug I had in my grip was bronze/gold and very long & slender, it seemed more festive than practical for water carrying. When I was looking at the jug I noticed I was wearing pale indigo robes and dark brown sandals and I had the same skin complexion I do now. In my dream I knew I was menstruating, and a sensation brought me to consciousness. I then used the restroom and started my period.

I experience dreams that tell me I'm going to start my period before I do almost every single cycle, I find it interesting. I also wonder why I tend to dream in this time period (seeming to be around the time of Christ). If it is a past reality, why is my complexion the same in this dream? Sometimes I wonder if I am interacting in heaven.. Wondering if anyone else gets warnings before their period starts? zzZZ
Until next time ~tendre

This one happened a while ago. I was on a bus with my friends, a school bus, yellow of course. I don't know where we were heading but I remember Keith, Jane and Eoin (you probably don't know them) and I was showing Keith a song (Monday- Glitch Mob remix, pretty good actually) from Devil May Cry 5.

Eoin told me he knew the song and was enjoying it with us until the bus split in half. In the middle was a scooter so expectedly, I jumped on and Jane got on after me and we raced downhill until we swerved offroad and hit a bush.

I flew forward and rolled on the ground. When I looked up I saw Adam and Jane kissing (I liked Jane at this time and Adam is my cousin). I walked away in a sulk as a group of people gathered to see if we're okay and I see a sink like the one from my kitchen and hear whispers coming from it. Curiously, I approach and have the urge submerge my head in the water.

I then have visions, more like flashes of slowly moving dynamic comic like images of destruction of cities and a three legged robot kind of like something from War of the Worlds.

The voice, deep and male, told me to find my "powers" before the war. Then mentioned February. I was amazed when I pulled my head out of the water. I continued to tell some more of my friends about my experience at the shop Clever Buys and then the dream faded.

I was in my living room with my younger brother Matthew when I realised that I was dreaming. I didn't stabilize. I thought back to what I'd wanted to do, I was planning on finding a lamp, getting a genie and making my three wishes of course.

I wanted to get outside so I tried to jump through the living room window but ended up bouncing off it and landing beside my brother. I tried one more time and passded through it without it breaking.

I walked to the car in the garden and looked inside and got the idea that I could make the genie appear from the car so I rubbed it once, nothing, rubbed it again, and my dad gets out of the car on the other side and walks towards me.

I say to him,"can I have my three wishes?" and he says "that's not possible now". The dream faded right at this moment.

.../after some activity I cannot remember, I get into a police station in the middle of a road. It has been a long time since I don't see those uniforms and stuff. I take a look around, refreshing my memories. It feels weird. It's daylight and we are walking together with some other people. We are in our old school suits.

It's a tiny town after the police station. An elderly couple gets out from a house and have some discussion with us. Somebody says something like "You are not going to dream with your mother!" which sounded like an insult to the couple. We decide to go elsewhere. The couple follow us. They seem to be pissed off. We start moving quick to let them behind. There's a river and a small bridge structure. Some of the guys run along the river. I go through the bridge and get to a big house where a lot of my half brothers gathered for some reason. I don't know many of them. It's an heterogeneous mass of people. I understand this place as "the other side".

There's a stand of electronics next to the house door. Two guys work there. I want to know where can I buy some electronic stuff to work with, I explain because of I couldn't find a proper store in this land. They tell me the name of a market, which real counterpart has nothing to do with electronics. I follow their instructions and get to a known place where I was before. I see a line of students buying some components. Somebody shows me some electronic stuff which looks more fanciful than useful. Now I know where I can find some components and stuff.

I see a woman getting out from a house walking together with a priest, there's something with some pictures and his insinuation. I follow them, and see them getting into a near door. Then I get under the bridge. I see some stairs and go up when a group of delinquents gets closer. One of the guys shows me a piece of leather with a long nail in the middle. Pretending to slap somebody with it. The other one shows me his hand holding a piece of glass. I kick his hand with a fast movement and the piece of glass cuts his neck, I see a big cut and some blood flowing out from it. He got scared, covers it with the other hand and goes away. The other one follows him with a look of consternation in his eyes. I wonder if I'm in trouble.

I get out from the bridge and get to the upper side of the big house. I can see the fields from above. It's a nice view when one of my sisters gives birth a baby on the terrace. We help her to hold the baby. It's all covered with blood, we clean it with paper for architectural drawings. Somebody says in the background it's the best way to clean a newborn. The baby can talk like a 3 or 4 y.o. kid. I don't like how it looks doing that, then I argue that it should babble in stead. It smiles in an evil manner which reminds me my little daughter when she pretends to be a witch.

One of my older sisters says something about their last name. I remember another one and ask about its origin when some aunts tell me to shut up with an aggressive/scared gesture. I understand what was going on all the time I lived with them, and why we didn't get to know much about the other side of the family/...

* Alarm clock went off.
* I'm building a more consistent dreamscape map.
* Some old dreams fragments come to my mind when I think about the market.

Morning of May 18, 2014. Sunday.



In the first section of the dream, I am with my wife and we are outside in some sort of unusual version of the backyard in Cubitis. Oddly, more to the east, is some sort of unusual version of my sister Marilyn’s house. As is often the case, this composite is unique, not having been a (fictional) location in any other dream. I am only semi-lucid at this point. My youngest son is playing in a narrow ditch oriented east-west. It is a warm day. A black male and his wife and younger son (about the same age as my youngest son) fly down and land farther to the east in a helicopter. Although he carries a gun (possibly just for protection), there does not seem to be any threat.

Meanwhile, I hold my hands up and forward and water emerges with a large amount of force from the palms of my hands and fills the ditch in a short time so that my son can swim in it. Over time, I do unusual tricks with the water; I somehow will the water (with a sequence of hand motions similar to portal rituals) to come up to make a temporary translucent “wall” and enjoy other variations of forms, seeming to have full control of the water molecules. My wife and I enjoy the imagery as I work with shaping the water molecules into various forms, including cylindrical and conical forms that hover in the air for a short time before falling back into the body of water as dispersed drops and with very vivid and clear splashes.

The other man and his family watch for a time. Later, we are sitting on the porch and enjoying a bit of a “magic show” I do, but it mostly only relates to smaller things, such as restoring torn apart envelopes, and restoring teeth broken off a comb. Once I restore everything in the immediate environment, the family starts to leave in the helicopter. However, at this point, my wife says that the pilot and a couple other males are stealing the barbecue she had bought for a neighbor as a birthday present, so, without them noticing I mentally float the box to about roof level and manage to get it on its way by going a little higher and to the back of our house and beyond, assuming it will reach its destination.

The first part of the next section starts with me being in the large, fancy bedroom of a seemingly unknown house. My sister and her husband are there. Apparently, my wife has transformed into some sort of in-dream entity and is much younger, a bit thin (but not unattractively so) and with a more powerful, yet more youthful voice and longer hair. My sister seems to know my wife’s family and how she was “adopted” (she was not in real life) and in fact, had taken over her adoption at one point in the past. This may seem strange, but it directly relates to a dream I had before meeting my wife where she moved past the windows of my room and was then having a very long conversation with my sister (when she was still alive) about me (seemingly not knowing I was watching them), which I will write about later.

I start to feel a change within myself, unlike any I have felt before. It is as if I am the origin of consciousness. There is talk about how people who are “not human” - which implies myself and my wife, have to pretend so much to be of a certain consensus and state of mind for a time to “get along” with humans.

I hold out my right hand to show my brother-in-law a trick. Being able to create fire, air, water (and in the past, grains of dirt) from the palms of my hands, a typical dream ability for me, I focus and “allow” a large reddish-orange flame to move up and grow in size and then after a “whooshing” sound, it fades. I do this a couple times. My brother-in-law explains that he is actually like me in the sense of not being human, and explains that he has to pretend not to be made of ice (apparently being an “ice elemental”). (In real life his IQ was only around 70 and he could not read or write - but sometimes pretended to and often ended up giving letters to the wrong people and pretended to read a newspaper at times - but he still worked long and hard for many years.) Unfortunately, he sounds even less intelligent (entering that Roger-Miller-like intellectual disability but in baritone) showing his “true” ice elemental form than his human form, which I say nothing about and just sort of go along with it.

My sister and her husband are going out, and it dawns on me that this means I am the Source. It is my dream alone. The affirmations I have developed this year have incredible power (and I have learned they affect other people), and it looks like the “gate” was finally “opened”. I am in a state of sensual bliss and peace before I even actively indulge in sensual bliss directly. The thought amuses me greatly. Obviously, there is only one thing to do…

I ask my wife in her present form if she had ever been with a male before and she says “yes” quite passively yet with a discernible degree of assertiveness of experience - which seems quite odd, because the question seems metaphorical and she has only just recently been “born” into the world (and having “instant intelligence” as with the formation of tulpa-based dream character development I had started a few months back). Still, that does not seem to matter. Her name has transformed into “Sharon Rabbit”. I suppose this sounds hilarious because it sounds like a play on “sharing a rabbit”. She has a middle name that I see on an adoption document - and it starts with “C” - but I am not positive of what it is - it looks a bit like “comely” at one point. Sharon Comely Rabbit. Dreams certainly lack more realistic names, do they not? However, I can be certain there really are people called Sharon Rabbit, so ignore my blathering here. (In fact, I had made some sort of remark to my sister about why the surname was “Rabbit” which seemed to relate to having more children than average.)

We lie down on the bed (and the scene plays out almost as if exactly planned but this dream was not scripted at all), and from there, it is a bit too personal to go into the diverse details. I can make notes on some things. The sense of touch (in fact, all senses) was more vivid and intense than in real life as well as being more “focused”. Her silky flowing hair was like intoxicating perfume, building in layers of bliss (almost like a growing echo upon echo effect in sound until it grows into one roaring peak - which modern digital equipment cannot even begin to handle like the old analogue did), and her voice was so harmonious, flowing, and sensual, it flowed into my body and out again as if my body was like a speaker cone or amplifier (rendering most other human voices I have heard in real life seem dull and annoying in comparison - but I suppose that was the attraction in the first place in reality), very hard to put into words (this seems to have been foreshadowed by the dream where my wife’s skin had “ripples” and “waves” like the ocean). There was such a realistic sense of physical connection and orientation - it is also hard to put into words. Even so, this precise level of size orientation and audio and even location did not reflect anything ever experienced in this manner dream-wise. (Often my dreams have odd distortions in size, by magnification or shrinking - often being that my hands seem magnified and cars seem way too small to be able to get into - in the past, houses were sometimes like this, and there are often changes in distance perception as well.) From here, my wife’s real voice joins with the “vibrations” of the in-dream one and I am instantly awake with no discernible difference in perception.

I have validated my work fully and now understand how to do it whenever I want - I guess once again, simple “knowing” and the practice of such paid off (over twenty years more intensely working with word patterns and various types of phrasing and focus at various levels). I thought something was different last night, when I was doing “sending affirmations” (for about six hours - the amount of time some people spend passively watching television, unfortunately) in still states and getting more than the usual “feedback”, almost audibly - often, this “feedback” has a few “negative phrases” or “denial responses” that imply duality such as id and ego boundaries - or seemingly telepathic “break-ins” by other people which are really annoying, but this time, there were none at all. This dream was probably the most “stable” I have had to date and not only that, I was fully myself with no distortions of mood or emotion. My true self, I suppose. Full unity.

Crossing some train tracks with my friend. He wants to wait for the bridge to come our way. A moving bridge slides along the length of the platform and spins in circles as it moves. I don't want to wait, so I climb down, cross the tracks, and climb back up the other side. He stopped in the middle of the tracks, and waves me to come back down there.

There's no trains, so I go back, and stand with a group of people in the middle, awaiting travel information. My teacher has already left for England, and a couple people are calling out names and travel information - dates and times, together with transfers. Uninterested, I walk over to my house. Ryan is inside, and very upset. He tells me he was followed in depth by people every time he used tobacco, that it made him easier to track. Nevertheless, he tells me he has managed to collect all the Lamrim teachings. They were almost lost to him. I have a complete collection of all three sets of teachings, hidden in socks for safe keeping, and offer these to him. He doesn't appreciate their value.

Both of us then turn into phenomena sources, and begin to slowly disappear into emptiness. He comments on how I didn't share my food earlier, but now I must give it all away anyways, and can't even eat the bags the food came in. I somehow eat the food surrounding my tetrahedron to reduce the clutter, but stop at the large pile of almonds. There are just too many to eat.

I begin to feel a little fear about slowly disappearing, and little details of my phenomena source vanish bit by bit. It seems like a good idea to just go for it, so I commit to seeing this dissolution through to its completion, irregardless of any fear.

Walking home, I must cross a big river to get to the other side. Normally I would just jump across the narrow part here, which although narrow for the river, is about as far as I can jump. Today however, the river is 4 times wider, and raging like it's alive and angry. I recall there is a bridge up-stream, and take a short cut off the trail to cut a big corner out of the path. I slide down a steep hill, and continue toward the bridge.

Panicking, I see that the river has jumped its banks, and this short cut is not impossible. It leads directly to a dead-end cliff-like hill about 40 feet high, very close to the river, and where I just came from is also too steep to return. I have to jump out of the way of a few rogue waves that leap out from the others. There are some massive waves in this river, each one nearly knocks me into it.

There is some really long, thick grass growing up the side of this steep hill (basically an 85 degree angle with flat ground). I grab fist fulls of the grass, and begin my near vertical assent back to the road up above. It's really easy with all this grass! As I near the crest, there is no more grass, and the ground is very loose. Large chunks of earth fall out from beneath me. I scramble to regain my grip and my footing, but each spot I hold onto quickly crumbles away, digging the cliff summit out to be even steeper.

I am soo close to the top, I can put my hand on there, but only to pull the earth loose. I see a woman walking by, and greet her to avoid surprising her by being so close to the path, and right at foot level where she wouldn't see me until super close. She looks at me with a disgusted look that says, 'This guy is a typical risk taker' and says "Rock climbers...." with a big sign as she walks off quickly.

Disappointed that she didn't help me, nor grasp the seriousness of the situation I'm in, I continue to struggle not to fall. Looking back briefly, I see that if I fall, I will land directly into the river that has now changed course to be right below me. I also recall how never in my life have I been able to climb over a steep crest - the rock wall at summer camp, the 2 mile high cliff in my back yard, the ridge on top of the mountain - in every case, I failed to make it. It's just impossible for me.

Deciding to give it everything I've got, I try to summit to my left, but literally pull every possible hand hold loose so there is nothing more to grab onto. I try the right, and lose my grip as I rip away fist fulls of loose dirt and fall backwards. Managing to wedge my toes into a crack, I use my shin muscles to pull myself 30 degrees back to the cliff. Phew, close call! Now making sure I have good foot placement, I try to summit to the right again. Everything is pulling loose! I reach the very end of the line, nothing left to try, except a smooth, vertical rock to my right. No way to get a good grip on it at all. I split my force evenly between all fours, hands and feet, none of which are in a safe, secure spot in case I slip. Dangerously vulnerable, I continuously have to shift each hold, and scramble. I imagine making it successfully, and gently, but continuously shift my placement as I make slow progress. My head passes above the crest, but it is still steep!

I push and pull, feeling really off balance, and get my torso above the crest. To my amazement, I reach the top. "Sure footing here!"

No sooner do I reach the top, than I have a vision of Satan himself telling me in a deep demonic voice, "Congratulations, this is the first time you ever passed this test". Unsure why Satan is congratulating me, I am happy to have made it this time. A true victory over my fears.

I continue down the path, cross the bridge, and end up at my friend's mom's house. I'm get along better with her mom, so I'm not disappointed when just her mom is home. I find her testing her new home security system. She demos it for me. There is a massive vault door, with a huge lock on it. She tells me "if someone breeches the door, this is what happens..." and pushes a button on a remote. A siren plays loudly, blue and white lights flash, and inside the safe room, sitting at a desk, looking at a laptop screen, facing toward us, is a goat. Judging by the sounds coming from the laptop (goat noises), the goat is watching goat on goat porn. The goat has an intense focused look on his face as he stares into the screen, lightly illuminated by the video. I find it hilarious.

We walk into the kitchen for dinner. She offers me food and starts to eat. I already have a full plate. "I'll start with the water" I tell her, being polite, and wanting to wait until her daughter returns so we can eat together. I also want to tell her about my successful summit of the cliff, but want to wait so I can tell them both at the same time.

I have somehow found myself amidst a large army of particularly evil hearted soldiers - some of the cruelest, meanest people I can imagine, with no regard for anyone but themselves. I march with them to some yet unknown destination and try not to let on to the fact that I am not part of their group. If they learn I am not one of them, they will kill me.

As we march, we pass through a gory section of a forest with soo many dead bodies along the road, that it hurts. These are their fallen evil comrades in arms. Most of the bodies are severely dismembered and torn to pieces. Blood covers everything. Ghastly expressions on what is left of some of their faces stare blankly in all directions.

For some reason, I am near the front of the column of soldiers, right next to their leader. I am deeply touched by their loss. Even though they are bad people, I still wish they didn't have to see their friends die in such a brutal way. I imagine what it is like to have friends killed like that, and then imagine having thousands of friends killed, and deeply wish it hadn't happened for them.

The leader is also moved by this grizzly scene, and slows to a stop, then drops to his knees and lets out a sorrowful yell. I would normally hold everything in and act like a tough guy, but decide that in this case, it would be in my best interests to express my emotions. If I act too much like a tough guy, the leader might think I don't care about these men, and conclude that I am not one of them. I take half a step forward beyond the leader, and let the tears just pour. I really wish there was no suffering like what had happened to this group of comrades, no matter how evil they might be. I am overwhelmed by sorrow, and collapse to the ground, tears streaming down my face. I am too choked up to make any sounds, even though I feel like screaming.

To my right, one of the officers tells us he's going to get his cat and walks off, returning remarkably fast with a small girl who is holding a cat. The cat is obviously unhappy to be held right now, and is squirming, but cannot get free. The girl wants me to pet the cat. I look into the cats eyes, and sincerely wish for the cat to be comfortable and free from being physically controlled like this. Knowing that the sooner I pet it as the girl wishes, the sooner it will be free, I pet it once on the head. The girl is satisfied, walks off a ways, and puts the cat down on the ground.

Spoiler for really long end to the dream, less memorable and even less related to the original plot.:

Now I am completely alone, everyone else has disappeared, and I've managed to find myself on a balcony. There is a messy pile of cushions nearby. Thinking I am being helpful, I stack them neatly. Half way through this stacking, one of the soldiers returns, sees what I am doing, and nearly turns completely red in anger. "Those are blood diamond pillows!" he exclaims, as he quickly grabs as many as he can scoop up and runs off. I grab the remaining ones, and follow him to bring them wherever he wants. I picked up more than I can carry, and a few slip out of my hold. He glares at me strongly, so I tighten my grip on the rest before I set them down just 30 feet away.

Right next to this new pillow pile is a dark, damp, cold room, with a little bit of blue light coming in from mostly blocked windows. Curious what's inside here, I wander in. My stomach turns as I see full birthday suits hanging along a movable track on the ceiling. Just skins of humans, men and women. A water mister like at the grocery store keeps them moist and cold to slow down their decay. In a darker section of the room are torsos hanging from hooks. Some with and some without heads, arms, etc. I really feel like I'm seeing something that I shouldn't know about here. If whoever is in charge of this operation, whatever it is, finds out about me, they'll probably kill me to prevent the information from getting out. And I don't want to end up like one of those dismembered torsos slowly moving about the room!

I quickly run out of the room, and down some stairs to the ground level below. Next to a large fountain, several scantily clad women are just waking up and looking around to see what's going on. I un-hang some of their swimwear from the clothes line for them. I get one bra off the line, when a whole town of people run screaming past me and out the gate, sprinting along a dirt road to get away from something. I don't want to find out what it is, so I run with them.

Not very far down the road, I run into a group of 5 skater punks who block my way, forcing me to stop. I give them the bra, and notice they have some parts to a broom all in pieces. It is very fancy, red, adjustable, and with different attachments. I help them assemble it. It even has a cool name printed on the side of it. They are very happy that I fixed their tool. It looks like something you would use to clean a pool, but I'm happy that they're happy.

I now just walk calmly down the street, and find a big hill of dirt blocking the road with a tall fence on top. There is a large tunnel right through the middle. Someone else is stopped here, unsure how to pass it. I notice a bicycle next to me, so I get on it, and ride straight into the tunnel. There are three tunnel valve seals that are controlled from the outside, and fortunately all three are open, and we make it through. "Good thing no one trapped us inside!" I tell the other guy. We continue on together, and reach another obstacle, but bigger, and with three tunnels to choose from. I decide to take the middle-left tunnel, because it feels like the right one, even though it looks like the most difficult one.

There are some people inside the tunnel! They ask me if I heard a train. They are waiting for a train to cross before they safely continue on their journey. I listen for a bit, and hear a train whistle far off, but coming this way. "I hear a train" and point behind them to where it is coming from. I see it slowly approaching. The guy who made everyone in the tunnel stop is relieved that there is actually a train, because if there wasn't, his group would be very unhappy with him. I look deeper into the tunnel, and there is actually another train inside the tunnel. He stopped it to prevent a train wreck. The conductor briefly stops yelling at the man when he sees the train, and changes his demeanor completely - relieved to have avoided a crash.

I walk past this odd group, and the tunnel turns into a narrow mountain canyon. I am walking against the flow of a large line of scary, big, strong criminals, all with fierce expressions on their faces. Some yell esoteric gang greetings at me, and others give me special hand shakes. I don't know their hand shakes, so I can't follow along right. It seems like they're mocking me, teasing me for being naive about crime, and being a somewhat good person. I don't mind. I just respect each one of them, and cut through their line at appropriate times to make sure everyone gets through the narrow pass smoothly. I get a feeling that they only left me alone because I respected them.

The trail opens up, and a huge fountain becomes visible in a clearing, surrounded by 1 story buildings in a square u shape. Some people yell, "Hot tub time!" which is always a great idea. I jump in first, but it is only big enough for 1/2 a person. I get out so I'm not hogging it, and float around the outside with other people. We drift effortlessly, occasionally bouncing into each other. I relax too much, and accidentally pee into someone's 7-Up can. I dump it outside, and float it away to a spot where all the empties are so no one will drink it or know what just happened. Oops!

A few more minutes of floating, we all get out. I go to one of the nearby buildings and look in a mirror. I have long curly blonde hair. (Manly style like a cave man, or some sort of mountain man) and thick facial hair, with a good sized beard. I notice my hair is thinning on top of my head, but think J (A girl I like) will like the facial hair. Although I do think it is odd because I shaved just 2 days ago. "It must have started growing even faster than usual" I reason with myself as I go back outside, now clean shaven.

I grab a hockey stick and a puck, and go to play street hockey, but no one else is around. I take practice shots at a long 50 ft net, combining fancy foot work with shooting, both right and left handed. A few shots into it, I get really good. I shoot the puck into the net such that it bounces back out, but through the air, and then hit it out of the air back into the net. I chain goals like this for several shots with each hand. There is a menacing guy standing nearby, watching all this. I tell him "I may switch to a tennis ball to up the speed" as I notice a group of people playing street hockey in the distance. The sun has already gone down, and we are losing light fast.

I was playing Counter Strike but with magical characters and powers. I was able to heal, become invisible, and was a girl. Since my team had lost the match, we were part of a survival type game with monsters. The objective 3was to escape without being spotted. The first monster was a big boulder thing that could run real fast. He was coming after me but I evaded him. I grouped up with my team and kept moving. We went through a crowd of people that were turning into zombies but ran the other way because we saw enemies behind them. My team ran off without me and I had to catch up. We made it into a room where prisoners were kept. I became invisible a few times to help me avoid enemies. We were almost out of the room and I saw a tank guarding the exit, so I tried going around it. The tank almost noticed me, which made it start patrolling. I had a plan to distract the tank and turn invisible but my team went back and used another route. I was mad and was about to go when I heard my team get in trouble. There was only a girl and a guy left and they took a wrong turn and appeared in the exit of the tank room. I heard gunfire and saw a guy get killed by some hovering robots, which ended our game.
Everyone said good game and I decided to stop playing, which caused me to wake up.

It goes mostly without saying that I haven't had a lucid dream in a while! This is primarily because of my tendency to lose motivation for periods going on months. The funny thing is, I've been in one of those periods for the past month; i.e. not recalling any dreams, and generally just having no will to do so. Then, out of complete no where, I had a lucid dream last night. It really was the most random thing. Not that I'm complaining! It's been so long since my last lucid that I forgot how good it felt.
I was in a mall with most of my mom's side of the family. My baby cousin, Presley (who is a little over 2 years old), started speaking full, sophisticated sentences and running around the mall at speeds not normal for a human being. For some reason, THIS of all things is what caused me to go lucid after a couple of years of no lucids.
Seeing Presley act like this caused me to think that this couldn't be happening. This must be a dream. The clarity hit me like a truck, and the excitement came just as fast. I stood stock still for a moment and told myself to calm down, and to help stabilize the dream, I held my hands in front of my face and examined them closely while trying to relax. It seemed to work, and the dream gained even more clarity. From this point, my mind was racing on all the different things I wanted to try and do. Rather than do something crazy though, I decided to explore the mall peacefully, seeing what I could find. I remember a vague thought crossing my mind, 'Maybe I should go to the world from my comic,' but I didn't end up doing that.
The mall was quite big, and looked very similar to the main lobby-like area of Bioshock Infinite's Burial at Sea: Episode 2, the area where the Big Daddy roams around. Luckily for me, there was no Big Daddy. ...As far as I know. I ended up finding a store where a bunch of teenagers were partying. Can't remember what exactly the store was, but the inside was flashing with neon lights, strobe lights, pretty much all the lights you can dream of. I approached the group of people...
And then that's all I remember from there. Not sure if more happened and I just don't remember, or if I woke up at that point, but I'm leaning towards me waking up. This is probably the longest lucid I've had yet, clocking in at about 3 or 4 minutes, whereas my other lucids have been anywhere from 5 seconds to 1 minute. Not only that, this is the first time I've ever stabilized the dream (which could have something to do with the longer time, now that I think about it... ). Not sure how I thought to examine my hands for further clarity, but I have read that tip before in the past, so it must have come to mind.
Definitely exciting though! A random lucid dream after two months of no recall whatsoever. Now if I could just stay motivated towards it all.

Non-lucid, lucid, False awakening

.../We are in my grandparent's old house. It's night, the kids sleep in a big room and I hear some noises coming from the courtyard. I go out and find a raccoon is taking a walk around the place. I'm happy to finally see one of those little bandits. He seems to be not so happy and turns to bite me. I put my leg to keep him away but he growls and bites my shoe. It's a funny situation, although I don't like him to be so aggressive. Then I realize perhaps I won't be able to be friends with one of them under this situation. During the struggle, I take him into the kitchen. I see some leftover food on the table. I want to take it with one hand, but he jumps and bites that hand. He's not pressing too much, I feel his teeth like I was playing with my dog. Then I use my other hand to take the can and get to put it close to him. He turns and starts eating. What a fight! I wake up on the bed and feel one of my teeth is falling, I move it with my tongue then it falls I remember it recently happened and it's always a dream, I stand up and spit the pieces I have in my mouth. I get on the carpet next to the bed and see a lot of tiny pieces I spat on it. I want to make some fun while I clean my mouth. I take the little white stones and throw them to a doorway in front of me. There's a whole on the opposite wall where some of the stones fall rolling. I try to throw them inside that hole which looks like the door of a mouse home. I can see there's a street on the other side. Sometimes when a stone falls on the floor, it turns into a mouse which runs for cover, some of them get into the hole, some of them turn in another direction. The scene is funny, so I keep doing it with the next pieces I still have in my mouth. They turn into mice, rats and little black ones which look like little skunks. It's getting a little bit tedious to clean my mouth because of always there are more and more pieces inside of it. I take a look where I was throwing all the stones, and there's a group of around 50 little mammals rhythmically moving with the movements of my hand. Getting closer when I put my hand behind me and going away when I throw the next pieces which now turn into little skunks. I feel my body is fading away. Now I'm lying on the bed in the same initial position, push my tooth once again. It moves and falls. This time I don't want to waste my time. I stand up and spit what I have inside my mouth. It starts again to appear more and more pieces. Then I remember something I read in DV, something like "Everything needs your attention in order to exist". It's the perfect situation to put that into practice. I stop thinking about the pieces inside my mouth and go through the doorway to the other room. I see another hole the size of my hand in the wall. I remember I can use it to go through. I use my hands to make it bigger until I can go through. The wall seems to be made of rubber. There's a bus station on the other side. When I turn to see the room where I was, I see some guys are playing video games sitting on a sofa in front of a big TV screen. I hear 80's arcade games music playing in the background. I want to see if I can close the hole the same way. I take the borders and try to put them together but they don't fit together. It's a little bit difficult to put the borders together. One of the guys stands up and helps me. Once again I feel my body fading away/...

* I see the clock, it has been just one hour after somebody called to my phone and I didn't answer because of I was falling asleep. I think the first short REM stage is over, so I take some notes and go back to sleep.

I started this dream in some weird looking school. It looked like it was in ruins, walls made of stone, grass on the floor, etc. However it seemed normal for me at the time. Apparently I was in charge of some school festival and I was getting ready. It was the middle of the night. I also think I was dressed as Harry Potter for some reason, but I'm not sure.
Next thing I know I'm supposed to find some guy that went missing. I went outside the school looking for him, walking along a grassy trail. I then reached some kind of wooden structure, almos like a combination between a treehouse and a cabin. I climbed into it trough a ladder. Inside I think I found the guy who was missing. I don't remember what he looked like other than having short black hair. I think he went up to the second floor through a ladder.
I'm not sure exactly what happened, but there suddenly were some girls in the cabin (I assume from my school) who were looking for him. I got lucid at around this point. I then started rubbing my body against them (I have this annoying habit of doing sexual things in LDs altough I'd rather spend my lucidity doing something else) and we start doing some sexy stuff which I'm not gonna go in detail very much (I won't lie, it was good). I did however manage to control myself and didn't lose my dream. Then Jenny (a character from a cartoon called my life as a teenage robot) showed up and I wanted to get it going with her (don't ask) so I shot two hookshots from the back of my hand to a wall in the second floor and they pulled me towards it. I noticed the guy I had saved turnet into a zombie and frantically ran around until I killed it with a blow to the head.
And thing get even better from here. Me and some guy are now speeding through a town in the middle with the desert. I'm running around, shooting hookshots and flying when for some reason I get the urge to try dying in a cool way, probably to see what would happen. I tought to myself "I could do that by diving into a volcano" and then I spotted one. Me and the other guy went into it. Next thing I know I'm inside the volcano and there is this white-purple-ish energy explosion growing (apparently it was the earth's core exploding) and I was going toward it with a grin.
It was all so epic and I was extremelly excited. I was thinking to myself "My body is being completely destroyed by the heat". I wasn't feeling pain but instead a slight, painless burning sensation. After sometime my body vanished, however I was still conscious, so I tought to myself "Now all that's left is my soul to burn!" and my soul appeared in the shape of a blue flame (like in Soul Eater). I could feel it burning. Again, it wasn't pain but a way more intense burning sensation. It almost felt like my soul was a meteor crashing down towards earth and burning. After my soul was completelly incinerated everything went black and I had a false awakening.
I then proceded to have a non-lucid dream where I took care of a little girl and went back in time with her, but it wasn't as interesting.

Family Disputes and Eyebrow Beards [Wednesday, 5:42 PM Pacific, 5/14/2014]

I had passed out while I was messing around on my laptop, I was pretty tired, and my blankets are very comfy. The dream started off in dream similar to another one; a sort of hotel where me and my younger brother were living in separate rooms, for some reason we got into a fight, soon after he stormed out of the room in a fit of rage and called some of his buddies to complain, meanwhile I went inside to grab the video camera that we both share, I figured that we should decide who gets what...

[a large chunk of dream is missing here due to difficulty recalling it]

Some time later I found myself speaking with a friend at school and I invite him to my house/apartment, once we get there I decide I need a shower, so I strip down whilst still talking to him, I felt comfortable showering in front of him, about a second after I started doing some silly poses, he said he had to go somewhere and walked out of the room, I was pretty certain he was going home, I turned to get in the shower and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
"Might as well check myself out." being a pretty overweight guy, I didn't do much other than look at myself, but I noticed that I had a large amount of facial hair on my eyebrows, making it a uni-brow and leading down into my upper lip; like an upside down beard. It was incredibly thick, so I twirled my finger in the beard and then I thought to myself: "this is really weird, I don't remember having THIS much facial hair" (for some reason having a beard on my eyes didn't set me off) so I looked down at my hands, yup, still there.
Next, I pointed my index finger at my palm and attempted to push it through, I've tried this hundreds of times in real life and it never worked, so I didn't think it would work, but astonishingly, it worked! It went through (almost) seamlessly! "Wow", I thought to myself "I'm actually doing it!", I decided to do something I've wanted to do for a long time, so without putting on clothes, I ran at my door at full speed, and the song "Fireflies - Owl City" began to play. I jumped at the end of my run, diving at a 65 degree angle upwards out of my door, my intention was to pass through the door, just like my finger did with my palm, a small portion of me passed through, the excitement is killing me, this is so amazingly incredible! But suddenly, everything goes black, and I feel incredibly warm. I try to open my eyes and I find myself in my REAL bed at my REAL home, I felt strangely awake... More awake then I've ever been in my life...
In an act of pure desperation, I attempted to push my finger though my palm again several times, to no avail, it was true, I was awake again, so I decided to write all this down somewhere to remember it.
As I sat down and brought up notepad, I had no trouble remembering what happened, it was crystal clear, not a centimeter of fog separated me from my euphoric delusion; the need to be out of reality's grasp.

Performing this "lucid dream", bringing myself to clarity in a place where i thought there was no such thing as "order" I was just as easy as explaining to someone how to press a button: "Just do it."
It wasn't as near as difficult as I thought it would be to achieve, so don't be discouraged by people telling you its "difficult". Go with the flow.
Despite it only lasting 1-3 seconds, it was the most amazing 1-3 seconds of my life, and I would do anything to return, which is why I planned to make a second attempt at it the same night I wrote this and posted it.

I managed to hit another Task of the Year item! This one's from the morning of 5/11/2014.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #209: Aladdin

I’m standing on a long stone pathway that cuts through the middle of a vast lake. People pass by me on either side, and as I watch them go, I think about my intent to have a lucid dream. It quickly dawns on me that one has just begun.

I look out over the lake,.seeing numerous Greek-styled marble columns sticking up out of the water. I take flight to get a better view of the water and it’s just as striking from higher up. I go up and up, preparing for some peaceful exploration, but I accidentally cut through some low cloud cover and lose sight of the lake. A flock of birds crosses in front of me and for no discernible reason, the frame rate of the dream briefly dips. I’m briefly amused that my brain seemed to have had trouble with that relatively simple scene.

I head back down through the cloud cover, regaining sight of the lake. I fly lower, studying DCs as I go. All of the flight finally reminds me of the Aladdin Task of the Year, and I land, mentally gathering the details of what I’m supposed to do.

First, summon that lamp. I try several behind the back summons, but I keep botching them. This is annoying me a bit, but I finally manage to get the sense of an object in my hand even though I can’t see it. I wiggle my fingers a bit like a magician and the lamp “paints” itself in from top to bottom as I watch.

I make my wish for a magic carpet, and immediately one scoops me up from underneath. I remember my first attempt at this task and again ask the lamp for a “delicious cookie”. Right away a cookie appears in my left hand and I don’t hesitate before cramming it in my mouth. It’s really good! The chocolate chips are just a little small for the “perfect cookie” but it’s still excellent.



I’m apparently stuck on a “delicious food” theme so I immediately wish for “delicious hot chocolate”. I bring my hand back into view to find it holding a china cup full of hot chocolate. I guzzle it down. It’s way colder than it should be and there are odd clumpy patches in it like it didn’t mix well, but still tasty. Okay, done!

I continue flying the carpet for a bit, staying about 10 feet off the ground. I come to a section that looks like the exit to an amusement park. There’s a woman waving goodbye to me and the other people as we leave. I don’t get much further before the dream ends.