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So I'm there, chilling with my friends in an English class. It's the first day of actual classes during our senior year. We have a new teacher, so the bitch made us do those stupid "about you" type things. Thankfully, the fire alarm goes off, and we all get out of a waste of a class. Some skeets are throwing around firecrackers all over the parking lot by the time we get out, and eventually start throwing them to each other in some sort of hot potato game. They're spread out all over the parking lot by now, and I seriously hope one of them gets hurt. One of them comes very close to hitting our little circle, and I tell off the idiot who threw it. In my little fury of profanities and insults, I hear someone yell about something happening on the roof of the school. I can't really see from my position, so I assume it's smoke rising from the building, indicating a real fire, rather than the drill we all assumed it was. I walk further out away from the school to see what the ruckus is, and as I look up, I see a fighter plane fly by. Then something I can't quite make out falls from the sky and crashes into the little grass area next to the parking lot. How I didn't figure out this was a dream by now is beyond me. Anyways, I, being the dumbass that I am, run to the wreckage at the other end of the parking lot. It's the remains of a helicopter. Everybody's panicking now, and I see a gold coloured jeep pull up to the exit of the parking lot. I recognize the driver somewhat, and immediately hop in, wanting to get as far away from that fuckery as possible. The driver turns out to be the quiet artsy girl in a few of my classes, a friend of a friend. We never really talked much, but here we are, speeding away from that clusterfuck. Despite the panic and fear I'm sure the both of us are feeling right now, she asks a very calm and casual question. Can't quite remember, it was something about income taxes or something. I say I have no idea, and the dream ends as we begin driving towards a pizza place. Before the dream ended, though, I tasted something. I didn't actually physically tried to taste anything, I just felt a taste in my mouth. It tasted of art. Like, imagine licking a painting in an art gallery, or eating crayons, only it tasted beautiful. It tasted like good art. I don't care, I'm going to consider this a task of the month, I tasted something. I wasn't lucid, nor did I try to taste anything, but there was a taste in my mouth so that's close enough.

After waking up, (this part is IRL, it wasn't a false awakening) I try to move my arm to check the time on my phone. I had trouble moving my arm, so I try seeing what I can do with my arm. I could move my arm at the shoulder, and my hand at the wrist, but I couldn't bend my arm. Trying to bend it, I end up just moving my arm back and forth, its weight pulling it down so I could only really have it in a few positions, I couldn't stop it in between. I had to hold my arm with my other hand (which thankfully was fully functioning) so I could properly move it without its weight dropping it much further than I want. I tried to bend my arm with assistance from my other, but that didn't work, either. However, this entire ordeal only lasted a short time, maybe 15-20 seconds, and I was very soon able to move my arm however I wanted, with no problems with gravity.

This one was really cool. It started out in front of a run-down looking house. I was sitting in a car. Kinda felt like I was Dean from Supernatural. Anyway, there was some other guy beside me in the car, but it wasn't Sam. We both went inside and explored it. Apparently we were supposed to obtain a password for a certain door in the house. Some guy was inside and I guess we had to fight it out of him. There was a relatively big chamber before the door. "Sam" and I went behind a big piece of concrete (Probably a fallen wall) to wait for the man so we could jump out and fight him. "Sam" was noticed before me though, and the man threw something at Sam's neck and he fell on the ground. I remember them as being... Well, you know wind up toys? It was a handle to wind something up, only it had a really sharp point. Then I stood up to fight the man. He was wearing ragged clothes and he looked kind of old... Maybe in his 30's to 40's. The man threw a wind up handle at me but I dodged it. I don't really remember parts of the fight here though. But all I know is that I was doing kinda bad until I learned how to avoid the wind up handles entirely. He threw another one at me and got it in my neck, but I pulled it out and punched him in the face. He stumbled and fell onto the ground. Another wind up handle was thrown but I blocked my neck and it didn't hit me. Then I started punching him over and over and over. Left, right, left, right left, right left, right left, right left, right left, right... Until finally he looked dead, and I picked him up and threw him out a window. "Sam" woke up and pulled the wind up handle from his neck. Then he asked me if I got the password from the guy. Of course I didn't though, because I just punched the crap out of him and threw him out a window. I felt kind of guilty at that too. But yeah that's what I remember. It was pretty neat, especially the part where I kicked ass.

I rate this dream 4/5 awesome dances.

So much sadness...see the note following the dream.

The first details of the dream are lost but I remember standing with Jen along the north side of the house I grew up in. Trees are around and above me, and to my right are the railroad ties that separated my property from the neighbor's.

I was thinking about how I heard noises the previous night and thought maybe a rat was under the house. I was telling this to Jen when I looked down and saw a blue rubber drainage hose used for draining the washing machine. It was larger than normal and near the end was a large motionless rat.

I pointed at the rat to illustrate what I had just been saying. "See? I guess it ate the poison and once it bit into the hose and found water the poison became activated and killed it." At least, this was my theory.

My gaze travelled to the left and I knew I was correct as I saw another rat, and then several more. I couldn't believe the poison had killed so many rats. Of course I was wrong. As I continued to leek left and see more rats I discovered some were still moving and actively biting into the hose. The more I looked to the left the more alive the rats seemed to be.

I began counting them. One-two....three-four-five-six....seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. That must be all of them. Wait, no, there's more. Twelve-thirteen-fourteen...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen! Wow!

I'm not sure which amazed me more, seeing 17 rats ranging from dead to alive munching on the drainage hose or actually counting from one to seventeen without becoming lucid enough to actually do something.

I woke after this for the need to pee...stupid body.

WHat really made me sad was that I had hoped to have a good sleep period with strong dream recall, you know, because there wasn't any need to wake up early on a Saturday morning. Unfortunately that plan was foiled by my friend calling me at 8:49 AM and waking me to remind me the Scouts were going to do a team-building course this morning and they were meeting at 9:00AM. The act of rushing to get myself and my son dressed, fed, prepared with lunch and up to the meeting place pushed all thought of dream recall from my mind. :(

So I've wanted to experience a lucid dream for quiet some time and read a wiki how about ways to improve your chances of becoming lucid in your dreams, and one of the steps said to look at your hands and say "this is not a dream". I've been doing that often enough, but last night I kind of became aware I was dreaming. I was running away from a collapsing building and I suddenly saw my hands and thought "this is not a dream" and I found myself in my living room? I realised that I could control my dream and a great sense of power came over me, I tried to move things without touching them and this worked with small items but nothing large like the sofa, so I tried to materialise things and that didn't work either. I then went out into my kitchen where my brother and his friend were and I tried to show them why I could do but it took ages for me to move anything and when I did it was only a coin, them they left and two of my friends showed up, and then lots of other people and I forgot about the lucid dream? It's hard to explain really, I know I wasn't lucid, but can someone explain what happened? And if you have any tips on how to become lucid easier or more effective than the hand thing, I would appreciate them!

11/13/12

1. I am running with my family to escape a lethal virus that causes the skin to melt. We are hiding in our house. Somehow, my parents die. My brother and I run to my friend's house to hide. We find our family in there, alive and well. I seem to be the only one perplexed at how they were dead in our house and alive here. I conclude that they just followed us, and weren't actually dead. We realize that my neighbor is infected, and we find a piece of viral skin on my father. It is airborne, so we run out of the house to avoid contact. I grab my sister, leaving my neighbor and my dad to die. My mother runs somewhere. My brother takes my sister's hand. I run over to my dad who is calling me from across the block. I am confused because we left him in the neighbor's house. I find it strange that he was able to get there so fast. He hands me a red tie and says to give it to my sister. I begin to run to where my brother took her, but I find her right in front of me. I begin to think that something seriously strange is happening. I am about to give it to her when a child's voice calls my name. I look, and to my terror it is my sister from behind me. I turn in front and she is there. I look at both of the duplicates with unreal fear. My family didn't die originally; they were replaced. Who is the real girl? Both of their faces begin to peel off.

10-11/?/12

1. I am see my teacher walking home from school. I become lucid and impatient because she keeps talking. I want to do something fun, but the DC keeps talking.

2. I falsely awaken on the dock of a swimming pool. I watch out of body. My body lying on the swimming pool is sleeping, having a nightmare. It is night, but the dull lights flicker in. The only other person is a stiff ma watching nonchalantly from the bleachers. I feel intense terror even though I am not actually experiencing the nightmare. The man is another dreamer and understands my terror. He rushes from the bleachers to wake my body. My point of view returns to the body quickly, but I fall into the pool as fear rushes through me. It is an intense and unavoidable dread. I become pan-phobic, and I am horrified even by the water and a stray pool toy. This was one of the scariest nightmares for me, even though nothing in this dream should have been.

I was lying down in bed like usual and it was my 3rd sleep phase that day, I configured my smartphone alarm (Dream as Android) to skip recording 27 minutes, and I had my 56th lucid dream. I tried focusing on phosphenia as usual and fell asleep within very few minutes.

I was in my home (which like usually wasn't remotely like my actual home, it was a big and complex building) and was only wearing underwear. I became lucid fast for no specific reason.

I tried to fly and while that worked the windows and walls proved to be impenetrable, I even tried using a flame blast which materialized as a dark red beam, which however didn't leave a scratch, I guess my home is supposed not to be destroyed by me
So I just went through the doors (like 5 rooms, the building was big and mostly blue), and when I was outside I could fly perfectly and with exceptional ease, it was easier than walking is in real life. It was night und I was looking at things from above, the house looked smaller and more normal from the outside. I applied some kind of invincibility nano armor scales and let myself drop to the ground, slightly shattering the ground.

Then I went through a forest and tried focusing on details, with a lot of success, for the first time I can really recall that the details were absolutely like in real life, maybe even slightly better. After some time I had contact with some people and tried reading what was written on some chocolate, after just a second of focusing I was able to read, and consistently at that, things didn't change once written at all. I even noticed some false grammar which after waking up proved indeed to be an perfectly correct assumption from me. I also tried some but it didn't taste crazy or anything, just pretty weak like chocolate. Someone was offering me chocolate with hazelnuts but I wasn't interested.

Then I was in some kind of weird building (nothing too fancy but I just can't describe it, there was a lot of stuff scattered all over the place) were I was talking with generic dream characters about jokes, I know I remembered one of them after waking up, but forgot it now cause it was not that interesting.
I was constantly wondering when the dream would end and this time around it seems my REM phase got weak and I woke up (I think there was something in real life helping as well).

I'll skip my improval notes because this dream was kind of like breaking my personal wall of sound that had be keeping me down for nearly 2 years! When I woke up my alarm just started recording so all that happened within like 25 minutes of me falling asleep. When resuming sleep I felt that the barrier keeping me from falling asleep conscious "took a serious blow", but after some minutes I fell asleep normally again. I may still take some weeks or months till my first real WILD but for the first time I feel I'm getting close!

#157 - 5:24AM - Alarm clock DEILD

I hold still as my wife hits the snooze button. I feel a huge grin on my face as I get instant vibrations. I have you now!

I try to transition out of bed but I find it difficult. I relax for a second only to startle myself with a loud gasping sound. It reminds me of "breathing in the chemicals" from a Imagine Dragons song. I surge forward and press into the bedroom wall. I see static like on a TV with 3 colorful blobs dancing in the center. Red blue yellow. Was that real? Am I having apnea? I can't worry about it now.

I am standing in my bedroom in darkness now. I have my eyes open and can see just fine but it's just really dark. I wonder if it is my physical eyes or dream eyes. It feels like dream eyes. This is not SP. I clumsily fumble out of my bedroom. It's odd because I am walking out but I can hear the box fan and the sound doesn't "move". I try not to focus on it and forget it almost instantly. I feel the door, open it, and step out. For some reason I aimlessly wonder into the kitchen. I hit a light switch and see a fading glow of light behind me. I turn to follow it but its gone. I wish for light and my vision is over come with it. It was like a bright light filtered through closed eye lids. Then, more darkness. I wait.

I look at my hands. They are clear and bright. I want to taste them for TOTM. I lick. Bland. I start to bite and there is only a slight pressure. I bite harder trying to break a finger off. This ended up severing well as a stabilization trick.

Suddenly, I am standing in my brightly lit dining/living room. (Our house more of an open floor plan and it's really just one room here.) I guess the light switch just took a little bit to warm up? I look around. And see a turned on TV on top of the bookcases. The image is blurry and I don't focus on it. The room is fully furnished with lots of oddities. I see some footed PJs that look like they should belong to my son. There is some sort of green and blue design on them. I stuff a "foot" into my mouth and chew. I feel like I have cotton mouth with a morning breath taste. Yuk. I feel I smack my lips in real life at this point and forget it. The PJs are gone. All of this almost wakes me up and the scene seems to jump at bit.

I am sitting in the living room floor. I think about the advanced TOTM and want to summon some coal. I reach behind my back but come up empty handed. I try again and see a small ball of dark coal about the size of a marble. Good enough. I put my hands together and feel the coal crumble like dry mud. I wait a moment and sing, "Shine bright like a diamond. Shine bright like a diamond." I open my hands expecting to see a diamond but there's nothing there.

I think about how CL sometimes asks for help from DCs but I never seem to have any. I look around and see my son lying sideways in the recliner. Hes smiling and cooing at me. I smile back and say, "Hey buddy." I mentally ask him if he has any coal and hold my hand out. Me puts his hand in mine but there is no coal. He seems confused. We try again but nothing happens. I give up and turn around.

My parents old cabinet TV is setting were my entertainment center should be. I see that it is turned on and I hear Wade from sliders talking. She is standing on a dark street corner with Quinn and Rembrandt. I jump back, "Ohhh Sliders!" Without thinking I put both feet in the TV and the screen turns into a "Sliders wormhole". I pause and step out. Do want to enter that scene or make my own wormhole? I hear Wades voice again and I decide that I'd like to properly meet the Sliders crew. I kneel before the TV and slowly put my hands into the screen. I feel a little resistance but all goes fine. The screen is still displaying a wormhole and I can hear the electric noise of it. I am up to my elbows now. I pause, put my head in, and roll forward. There is darkness but I can still hear wade talking. I use my OBE technique and plant my feet solid. I feel like I grow from the ground up; from nothingness into my full self. I can faintly see the 3 of them. The professor is not there. Wade turns to me. I can see her face clearly now. She is surprised and says, "Hey! Who's that guy? The other two look at me in with mild curiosity. The dream fades to black.

I DELID by rubbing my hands.

I feel myself lying in bed with vibrations. I am not sure if I am really rubbing my hands because I am rubbing so vigorously that the bed is shaking. I have to assume it's fake. If it's not, then oh well it's about time to get up anyway. I listen and wonder how soon the alarm will go off again. I don't feel very grounded so I decide roll around in the bed. I smile and laugh at the dizzying sensation. Soon I can see something.

I am lying in a bag of Fritos and I can hear a voice that sounds very much like a commercial. I think, "I'm in a Fritos commercial?" I laugh and start munching on the giant me-sized Fritos. Each one is about as long as I am. I note the crunch and the taste. My mouth seems a little numb like I've recently received Novocain and the taste seems very salty. I roll around in the bottom of the bag munching away until its empty. When I am done, I look up and notice the bag is sealed. I envision a giant plastic clip on top and wonder how I'm to get out. I am actually a little amazed at how tiny I must be and I begin to feel very claustrophobic. I have to force the thought away and I close my eyes.

I begin to think about the time. I feel like the alarm is really close and don't want to be jolted awake. I fear that I will forget the dream. I start thinking back with difficulty but remember most of it after a few seconds. Doing this wakes me up and I open my eyes just before the alarm goes off again.

During day: (RCs + DS)x10

Total Sleep Time: 7 hrs

Dream recall method: D1-D4 – keywords in notepad; tried to recall D3-D4 somewhat when going back to bed; D5 –straight to tablet after final wake

Dream1: I am back to our first home and live with my parents again. It is late night and I just came back from somewhere. A former classmate has organized a meeting at 12:10 (evening), so I want to go there. I tell my mom that I am going out, although I know she won’t let me. She doesn’t say anything and I take this opportunity to leave as fast as possible. But instead of that, I start preparing to go out and it takes me a very long time, I go to the restroom two times, and it’s 12:50 already. I finally leave and hope that my friends are still there. They are meeting in some kind of a bar where they serve sea food. I head in the direction of the place and try to call the organizer of the event.

Dream2: I am in our first home again, this time in my room. It is dark outside, a few lights are on. I am in the bed with Cal Lightman. He looks terrific, there is not a single wrinkle on his face, a perfect radiant complexion. I feel attracted to him. Since the light is on, the neighbours can actually see me, so I go to the window to block the view of whatever may take place in my room. I can see that there is someone in the nearby building that may actually be watching, so I try to adjust the curtains. That’s not easy at all because the curtain is constantly changing and does not cover the entire window. Once I am satisfied with the result I go back to the bed to Cal, but he is not there anymore. I see an inflatable boat on the floor. It starts to self-inflate and I try to hold it back from expanding in the whole room.



Fragment3: I am in some kind of disco bar most likely with my boyfriend and some unknown DC friends. I start mixing the drinks. I order twice an “amaretto” drink which is more like an alcoholic chocolate mousse. I pay in banknotes that I lay on the table: 20, 10, 10. I have left 2x10 for me, which should be enough to cover another round.

Dream4: In some house with my bf. My mom is there as well. The agreement was that I can sleep over in my bf’s place, but instead I change my mind and decide to spend the night at my parents’ place. My bf is somewhat disappointed but I tell him I will come by in the next few days.

I am in a large building that has been made to accommodate a museum. I am wondering which floor to go to. I see a large painting on the wall and the signature of the artist or some kind of title. I read it out loud. My mom corrects me and pronounces it with two different accents “Exhibition of the composiccion”??? [end]

The alarm wakes me up, 1 hour before my final desired wake time. I visit the restroom, note key words, and have an average desire to lucid. I go back to bed, trying to review the last dream but I fall asleep.

Dream5 [DILD, ToTM]: I am in my old place and am looking through the window. I see some guys carrying a strangely shaped case, I am almost sure that there is some kind of weapon in there. I look back to inside of the room and suddenly become lucid. My bf is sitting on the bed behind me, but I pay no attention to him. I feel a bit as if everything is submerged in invisible water. I look to what is in front of me and a small dog appears in the room. It looks like pug breed type and it moves around really fast. I find it hard to follow it with my gaze. It transforms and is now another kind of puppy with brownish fur. I remember I should try to interact with the dream, grab something, so I grab the puppy and caress it a bit. Then I remember that I have to eat something for ToTM. [IRL I thought it would be easier to lick something, but completely forgot it in the dream] I look at the puppy, which is quickly transformed into some strange kind of meat left-over, and I wonder if I should eat the puppy? No way I eat that puppy, or whatever it is now! I get slightly distracted as next to the ex-puppy leftover is some wool thread and I have a strong desire to thought-lift and make it twirl around. I focus my eyes on it and try to move it, but I feel some resistance. I manage to move it a bit but not the way I wanted, I give up.

Still with the eating ToTM in mind, I look frantically around, I need to find something to eat and think of going in the kitchen to look for something. At that point I turn around and I see my bf eating bread. I think, bread ? Too plain, but whatever! He holds the very last piece in his hand. I tell him not to eat it. He mouth-feeds me the piece of soft white bread and I chew it slowly. It tastes like bread. I become very suspicious because of the intensity of the flavour and start thinking that while I am dreaming, my real boyfriend could really be feeding me with some bread and laughing at me. I ask my dream boyfriend if that is the case, but he denies.



Since I am still not awake I decide to do the only other thing I remember – try chanting Om. I go into another room, this is a completely different place now. I am by myself here, there is something wooden and green maybe the window frames, 2 lamps hang as low as my chest. I try to chant omm, but some shriek-like sound comes instead. I feel like this is not going to work. I hear another sound and then see the door to the apartment moving by itself and banging as if moved by the wind. Perhaps I should close it? But then my expectations start to build and I know something or someone is behind the door. Some DC quickly enters through the door, initially the shape of my bf, but it is not him. I don’t want to have another chase ruin the LD, so I try not to pay too much attention to him. At that moment 5-6 DCs enter, behaving a bit menacing they are walking towards me. I try to change my expectations and their reactions. They kind of slow down a bit and are somewhat more manageable so I am pretty happy with that.

I walk out of the apartment, through the door and find myself into something like mall or maybe inside a big store. I see a section where they sell semi-precious stones, some one-piece bracelets made of stone, like jade. I really like what I am seeing. I am starting to lose control over my own actions, perhaps being too happy with the dream. The DCs are following me now as I make a few steps while staring at the precious stones section. My subconscious turns on the music and I start singing a song cabaret style “Lucidity, the dream is fixed, lucidity” and joyfully march a few more steps. [end]

The dream collapses and I find myself in darkness, closed eyelids. I remain still and try to DEILD but can’t reconnect. I begin to feel sleepy so I decide to wake up before I forget everything. The dream memory feels more evasive that usual and I barely manage to hold on to it.

Final notes:I am confirming the best time for my DILDs so far is the last hour before final wake (with 7-8hrs sleep). Today I allowed myself an hour sleep to possibly LD instead of my somewhat successful snooze DILD experiments.

Another thing I find important to note is stabilization. My DILDs last long enough and there is really no need for me to rush like a crazy monkey, compromising dream stability and later recall. Next time: take it slow!

This dream took place in school again. Except this time it actually was my school. A few changes on the layout of classrooms, but it was more or less an accurate depiction of the place. It started in math class, not really learning anything, as per usual, because my teacher is incompetent. Just sitting there, talking to one of my friends in that class, and my eyes begin to hurt, and my vision ever so slightly worsens. Then I went to chemistry. Talk to my two friends in that class, and look in a mirror for some reason. My eyes are bleeding. Not like, blood pouring from my eyes like tears or something, more so the veins were leaking. What the actual fuck. I need to do something about it, tell the teacher so I can get the fuck to a hospital or something, but she doesn't care. I'm freaking out by this point, I'm not sure what the hell is going on or if I'm okay, or if it's even that big a deal. Either way it's terrifying, and between classes I freak out to my friends. Then back to math class. Accepting the fact that I'm not going to be excused from classes to go find out what the hell is wrong with me and do something to fix it, I put my head down on my desk and sigh. Then, for whatever reason I didn't want to fall asleep on my desk like a normal person, I decided to fall asleep on the desk behind me, so I leaned back, got into an awkward position, and woke up in the same position. It was a rather scary ordeal, but I wouldn't necessarily classify it as a nightmare. Or maybe I would, who knows? Also, another dream with no appearance of either tulpæ.

Ok, so last night was a weird one, I fell asleep listening to binural beats, when I say fell asleep I was actually trying to WILD and I was experiencing hypnagogic imagery, I kept myself on the border of sleep and consciousness for quite some time until I found myself dreaming, but aware of the fact, however no matter what reality checks I performed I could not get lucid, I guess this may have been a false lucid, I was running through corridors with the feeling of being chased, no so much by people, more by hands in the dark and a feeling of dread. I tried the finger through the hand, trying to fly, holding my nose and breathing, even reading posters on the walls that appeared as soon as I thought I needed something to read and all the time I was aware it was a dream, but I knew I wasn't lucid, at one point I woke trying to push my finger through my hand IRL. I don't understand how it is that I knew I was dreaming, but didn't become lucid or if I was in fact lucid, it's nothing like what I expected, it was poor quality pirated VCR at best -

Spoiler for Spoiler for you youngsters:

I actually use to have one of these...!

Finally I fell asleep proper.I dreamt I'd gone to see my aunt, who passed many years ago, I had to stay in a hotel or hostel, I put all my belongings in my room, including my cash and cash card and left to go to the bar. I met a young girl and we hit it off straight away, the dream turned erotic, I wont go into detail, use your imagination, but for some reason, my aunt took offence to this fact and started to kick off that I'd come to see her and all I wanted to do was fuck every girl I could find, which I found amusing to the point that I couldn't stop laughing, she rallied a large group of people up against me and we both had to leave in haste, we jumped on a bus thinking it would take us out of there, but then it turned out it was going right back again. I decided to take control of the bus and entered the cab, there were no controls whatsoever. I figured it out that the true cab was above the one I was in and proceeded there. The door was locked and when I tried to gain entrance, the driver stopped the bus in the middle of a roundabout where the police were sat, not doing anything in particular, just chatting to some people. They saw the bus jerking back and forth as I tried to work out the controls, but did nothing, just sat and watched. Once I figured out the controls and started to drive away, I realised I'd left my cash and card in my room and stated to all on the bus that we were going back - apparently it was a hell of a lot of money - to which the girl I'd enjoyed earlier had objections to. The passengers weren't happy either and so I had to go it on foot.
I don't like to disappoint you, but the rest has gone, just remember waking up to my alarm.

I went back to sleep as I'd set the alarm for my partner to get up early not myself and I dreamt again, in and out of conciousness, but I have no recall.

I wanted to get the first part down more than anything, if anyone has any opinions about what I experienced, I'd love to hear them, as I said, the whole time it was happening I knew I was dreaming, it was almost like a successful WILD and falling at the last hurdle, getting up and falling again and again etc.
I've tagged it as both lucid and non lucid as I really don't know.

Cheers,
Nicho...!

Definitely improvement there, even though three were rather short, i got lucid in each dream, 1 WILD, 3 DILDs.
It also was pretty confusing with the number of FAs and i couldn't recall non-lucid parts in much detail.

Nap #1:

I wake up in bed, knowing that i am dreaming, furniture placed differently and my bed is much closer to my PC apparently, before i can move i wake up properly.

Nap #2:
Dream 1:
There was some stuff going on in my room(can't exactly recall what), interrupting my WILD attempt, but i eventually go back to doing it.
I wake up in bed, the room looks different and i know i am dreaming, i take off headphones and binaural beats still playing, confirming that, but then i wake up, but go back to nap after memorizing recall.
Dream 2:
Again, family distracts me from my WILD attempt and i was fixing some machinery, which we had a whole wall of(not IWL), then there was some video game and i went back to WILD attempt.
I wake up in bed, the room looks different once again and i know i am dreaming, i take off headphones, binaurals beats still playing, i get up and look around, the room is not just different, but positions of some furniture and exits are mirrored, i go to the balcony while rubbing hands but dream fades out and i wake up, memorizing recall once again and the going back to sleep.
Dream 3:
I am still there, attempting the WILD, the room is different but i don't notice it in dream, at one point family coming through the room and talking about something, then i just fallen asleep.
I go through a number of weird sensations and then i wake up in bed and i know i am dreaming, but for some reason dad is on me and tries to stop me from getting up, i take off headphones, and i am still hearing binaural beats, confirming the dream. I shout 'Get off!' at dad a few times, each time in more commanding tone, and eventually, on fifth shout, he gets off me saying something along the line 'Yes, yes, goodnight' and i thank him for letting me go.
I go for the door, and open it, but then realize that this room is not mirrored and that i opened the wrong door. I go for the balcony door while rubbing hands, not working well, i shout 'Stabilize!' and dream gets more stable and i can see very clear. I ram the balcony door, but i unexpectedly end up just phasing right through it and gravity gets low. I start flying and i feel wings. Everything looks weird, like, dreamscape just don't gets 'rendered' after certain distance, but my sight is very very clear. For a second i kinda forgot what to do, but then shortly recall that i need to practice transformation into a dragon. I shout to get more confident, and my voice echoes around the dreamscape. I fly near one of the clouds, which were pretty low down, and i can see my reflection, my wings big and black dragon-like and i am happy that i finally got them right, i attempt transformation but dream starts fading and i wake up.

extremely fitful, disordered sleep. probably withdrawal from desvenfalaxine 100mg + other health issues. surreal and vivid imagery tonight. fell asleep for 1st time around 11pm, woke up every hour or so until ~3am, woke up at 7ish and fell back into fitful sleep until mid-afternoon

around 11-12pm
i am upstairs in a version of my house. i realize that my house looks different and suspect i am dreaming, so i do a reality check (breathing through plugged nose). it succeeds and i become lucid. i run outside (it is sunny and beautiful) and begin rubbing my hands together to stabilize the dream. unfortunately, it fades quickly and i wake up.


i had other dreams during the night but i do not remember them.

6-7 am
the entirety of this dream takes place downtown. the atmosphere is somewhat bleak - it's grey and snowy - but the sun is out.

first i am having a debate with Richard Dawkins and a Christian theologist in a parking lot. the debate is on the subject of marxism. many people are watching from the main part of downtown, which is several miles away; the geometry in this scene doesn't make very much sense. dawkins keeps attaching balloons to himself and floating miles into the air, carrying his debate on from the sky. at times it becomes night; the sky turns deep blue and stars come out. i complain to a friend that i can't hear dawkins from up there and she chastises me, saying i should pay more attention.

next there is a new attraction downtown: a massive tower which houses a gigantic transparent tube. you enter the tube and it shoots you up to the top of the tower, then back down. my boyfriend decides to try it. a team of middle-aged women in black uniforms pack him into the tube and i watch as he jets into the air then falls down at an astonishing speed. afterwards he mentions something about "astronaut MILFs".

then i sit down at an outdoor table where a group of unfamiliar people are eating. they arent bothered by my presence, surprisingly. i pick up a menu: some of it is in english, some of it in the Cyrillic alphabet. i decide that the cyrillic language is lithuanian (does lithuanian use cyrillic? i don't know... anyway...) i have no money to order food but the people let me eat some of their food. it tastes delicious: savoury and sweet. the dishes were primarily meat-based. at one point the restaurant owner comes over and asks me if i have any questions. i cannot reply because my mouth is full of food, but i point to an item on the Cyrillic menu for which no price is listed. she explains that this is an entire roast pig and due to the quality of the meat and the preparation time it costs around 900 dollars. she gives me a meatball from it as a sample. it tastes nice. there is a tripadvisor rating in the window of the restaurant: 5.0/10.

later i am walking through downtown with my red-haired imaginary friend from a previous dream. i complain that i am sick. she tells me i probably have problems with my liver and i disagree with some recondite explanation involving the amount of water in my body. as i discuss water the windows of an adjacent skyscraper seem to turn to segmented/striated bodies of water.

finally i am walking behind two men and overhearing their conversation. they are talking about a man who was found murdered in a dilapidated house. an old woman found him, rebuilt the house and made it amazingly beautiful, but she had left his corpse in its original position. these men had been hired to clean corpse secretions off of the furniture so the house could be sold.


9-10 am
i am in a large, disorganized country house in which the dominant hue is deep yellow. several teenage boys live here. at some point i begin writing a short story about living in this place. as i write the story, by narrating it in my head, the scenes play out in my vision.

the opening scene is rendered in Poser-style primitive CGI. a generic model of a man -- hairless, no identifiable facial features, no genitalia -- jerks around erratically within a cubic matrix formed by grey rods which connect red, yellow and blue spheres to each other (think of a 3d molecular model). the background is blank white. there is a soundtrack of erratic, metallic electronic music, something like aphex twin, but more aggressive.

the next scene takes place within the country home and involves the boys. i cannot remember specific events, besides one where a boy accidentally burned my arm with a cigarette and i punched him in the face, but i recall that this scene was very long and involved a great deal of violence + homoeroticism.

the final scene is staged in a massive, darkened room. there are two glowing crystals here, one green and one blue; i understand that these represent Zeus and Hera. one of the boys is here too, floating naked in midair and dwarfed by the dimensions of the room. the crystal discuss various things. at one point a thunderbolt strikes. there is no definitive conclusion to this scene.

the story replays over and over in my head, at least 5 times, in the perseverative manner of some fever dreams. i am very proud of the story i have written -- to me it seems to address lofty, complex themes and it takes me on an emotional journey; i recall being impressed by the complex syntax and clever wordplay of my writing. my story, i believe, transgresses and deconstructs the entire institution of contemporary western literature...

in another dream i am at a swimming contest of some sort. i need id to enter the changing rooms and i do not have id. i try to sneak in through the back door, and i succeed, but i become lost in the maze of changing rooms: there are dozens of different rooms, separated by ages as well as by gender. i eventually find the correct one. i get changed, go into the pool and begin the contest which apparently involves me tackling people while demanding they tell me what subgenre a random metal band belongs to.

the winners of the contest are me & my friend M.M. the prizes are books -- a compilation of Hesse's Siddhartha & Steppenwolf and some imaginary tome of Faulkner's. (my subconscious loves namedropping, apparently.) M. chooses the Hesse book and I am a bit disappointed because I had wanted it (in real life i would have preferred faulkner!). i look inside the Faulkner book and there is a picture of a beautiful blue-walled estate with exquisite Gothic architecture, which takes up the majority of a small island. i am awed at its beauty. this is Faulkner's home, I understand; the island has some absurdly long and comically French name.

Something about airports has always fascinated me.

The beginning details of this dream are still lost in the haze but my first memory places me outside a long building that stretches into the distance on my left side and in front of me to my right. It's perhaps 3 stories tall with lots of windows and corrugated metal walls painted white. I think this is what made me think it was an airport.

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In front of me on the ground is a long run, similar to the ball return at a bowling alley, but thinner and closer to the ground. The opening of this tube/run is small, about the width of a soda can, and can expand slightly like the elastic sleeve-cuff of a jacket. For some reason this seems like a good place to stick my sandwich, though I know it may get sucked through to the other side of the building.

And it does.

I walk into the building which I know must be an airport. The ceiling is low, like a cheap office, and the ground floor isn't spacious at all. Old tiles, old walls, and some cheap potted plants reminds me of an office-scene that was already old by 1983. Still, something tells me I belong here or fit in and therefore no one will mind if I go to the other side of the building and out onto the airport tarmac.

It's noisy out here, windy, and I can see the jetways that stretch out to planes when they arrive at the gate. To my sudden surprise a large plane lands in front of me after passing quickly overhead. It's white with red engines, about the size of a 737, but it's sleek like the Concorde that used to fly over the Atlantic. I can tell it's a very powerful plane and the sleek design suggests someone wealthy owns it.


(like this but with round engines on the wings)

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Like a slap to the face I realize the plane belongs to the Queen (of England) and she has decided to make a surprise visit to Austin. I can't believe my luck that I should arrive at the perfect moment and decided to get past all airport security to be where I am when she arrived. The first thing I think to do is make sure my hair is in place, though the wind prevents from being anything close to tidy.

I turned around to look back towards the doors she will use to enter the airport and I feel sudden anger that my sandwich is still missing. Even worse, the end of the run I placed my sandwich in on this side of the building is buried by junk and bags of garbage. In a near panic I run over and begin moving the bags so they will be less of an eyesore. It takes several minutes but I manage to stack all the garbage in a rather neat manner off to the side, giving the impression that the refuse was placed there on purpose in a semi-neat fashion and should just be ignored. I hope the Queen will pardon the mess.

Where the garbage had been I now find the hole in the ground. The opening stretches easily allowing me to reach in though I don't remember feeling anything. I merely recall being happy to have my sandwich back. I'm so happy I decide to show the people standing nearby (who just appeared to watch me) how easily I can do a forwards flip, a maneuver I've never done before. [B]Being inside a dream (suddenly lucid) I suspect the move will be really easy.

I move forward slightly and drop my head, allowing my body to come over my head and upper torso. Next thing I know I've done a forward roll and I'm marveling at how easy it was to achieve. I think about other things that are easy to do in dreams and I recall some past moments but I attempt no further moves. I think I'm just glad I could do it at all and I suspect I learned it from watching my son.[/B]

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And that's all I remember.

all i remember from the dream was riding my dirtbike somewhere and i remember being in this lake that had an island in the middle of it and all the water in it was going around in a circle like a whirlpool and it seemed like i didnt have to fight the current very hard, and my brother was there for some reason and i stood up in the water that i thought was deep but i stood up and it was only like a foot deep where i was, then i walked up onto the island and woke up